Sacramento daily record-union., 1890-07-26
LIES CROSSES.
stin We All Prefer to "Bear the Ills We
Have"
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Have"
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Pills. Corns. Chilblains.
Widows who want beaux Young men
| who insist on courting girls who want
some other young men.
Toothache, soggy bread, tough beef
steak, poor relations, muddy streets, smok-
ing chimneys, busted water-pipes, plumb
ers, lightning-rod men, gentlemen who
want to make contracts for sewing ma
chimes, organ grinders.
Rich old aunts, who never die until
they are 80, and then will their money to
a lunatic asylum, so that you never can
receive any benefit from your lifelong ex-
pectations unless you turn yourself into a
maniac and get boarded at the institution
aforesaid.
Life's crosses take great many forms.
They march along day by day, just as fast
as you can bear them; and you may fight
them and rail at them and swear at them
if you like, but you cannot get rid of
them.
All the money in the world will not
save you from the troubles which living
entails. If you are born into this state of
existence, and you cannot very well help
it if it be so decreed, you must suffer its
inconvenience.
You must deal with flies, and mosqui-
toes, and March winds, and house-cleaning,
and fires that won't burn. and the pump
frozen up, and your wife's II told you so,'
and your husbands That's lust like
woman
You must meet and conquer or die in
the attempt, difficulties innumerable-th
contribution every Sunday for the heather
in Asia, and the same thing two or three
times week for the heather at some other
point of the antipodes
And if you are an honest man, YOU will
save up your dimes with holes in them for
such interesting occasions. For it is well
known that the contribution box never re-
fuses anything.
You will have to bear with your neigh
boris hens in your flower garden; with
dogs that bark in the next yard to keep
away burglars; with musical efforts of
itinerary tomcats; with children which
come a-visiting; with people who know
your business best; with long-winded SER
mons; Without why go on?
We have all been there and we know
how it is. We know that very little of
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our own taste. 1t rains when we want to
have picnic; it shines when we have set
out our tomatoes and cabbage plants; it
thaws and spoils the sleighing when that
genteel Mr.. Jones has invited US to ride;
it freezes when the fire goes out in the
furnace, and all our plants are ruined; and
it rains, pouring, the first time we wear
our new summer silk, and that silk is re-
duced to the condition of mere dish-rag.
Somebody else draws the prize in the
fair, where we have ticket-somebody
else gets the beautiful moss-rose tea-set,
valued at $50" which is given away to
purchasers of "our superior teas and cof-
fees" and the stock we purchase in that
wonderful silver mine go down to nothing
week after we get the certificates.
We have aches and pains, and "ologies,"
and monies" and disorganization gener-
ally, and we get out of patience, and we
wish we had never been born, but we can't
help it; and, after all, the most afflicted
and the heaviest cross-bearing man in the
world had rather bear on little longer,
in the hope that something better may
turn up. We are all Micawbersl