The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-03-25

Shakespeare says: 81 am sure cares an
enemy to fife" and again;
You have too much respect upon the worldi
They lose ii that do buy ii with much care.
ANAL in Our Cofins.
John Wolcot, who was himself bent
upon achieving recognition and who wrote
What rage for lame attends both great and small!
Better be ID than mentioned not at all,
Made the more truthful and happily philo-
sophical observation
Care to our coffin adds a nail no doubt
And every grin, so merry, draws one out
The versemakers OF today are writing
with the same spirit of opposition to fret
ting and worry as did the poets OF old.
The following lines are from verses which
recently went the rounds OF the press:
What's the use Of Worrying,
OF 1urrying
Ana scurrying,
Every body hurrying
And breaking up their rest?
When every one il teaching us.
Preaching and beseeehing US
To settle down and end ths fuss,
For quiet ways are best.
IT'S better far /, Join the throng
That 90 their duty right along;
Reluc, ant they to raise fuss
Or make themselves ridiculous.
Calm aad serene In heart and nerve,
Their strength is always in -erve
And nobIy STANDS each test;
And every day and AL about.
By scenes within and scenes without,
We can discern with ne'er doubt,
That quiet ways are best.
Nearly every man one meets is worry
ing about one thing or another Some
are worrying about their treasures in the
next world and some about earthly
money matters.
LIT the Other Fellow Do the Walking.
One OF the latter class who was stopping
over night at a hotel was wildly pacing
back and forth in his room. When the
disturbed occupant OF an adjoining room
inquired the cause of the mental anguish
the floor walker explained: "A man
holds my note for 81 900 due tomorrow,
and haven't cent with which to pay
it." Foolish man." said the other, $50
to bed and sleep. 1t is the fellow you
owe the money to who should be walking
the floor" Calm, cool patience will win
where fretful haste will fail. Margaret f..
Sangster writes:
When you think of it, friend, the worries,
The troubles that wear you out,
Are often The veriest iriiles
They write the forehead with wrinkles
They bow the shoulders with care,
Yet a little patience would show you, friend,
just how the weight to bear.
A quaker one day driving through
narrow lane met young man, who was
also driving. There was not room enough
for them to pass each other unless one
should turn back to point where the
lane was broader.
81 won't make way for you" cried the
Young man. "See il l doW
81 think am older than thou" said the
quaker. 81 have a right to expect thee to
turn about"
"Well, 1 WON'T" resumed the other, and
pulling out a newspaper he began reading.
The quaker settled back in his chair and
placidly contemplated the landscape.
"Friend," said he, finally, when thou
hast read that paper | should be glad if
thou wouldst lend 1t TO me-"
This calm assumption OF his ability to
wait indefinitely, was too much for the
young man, and he yielded his point.
Persons endowed with the faculty OF al
ways taking everything by the smooth
handles save their nerves a vast amount
OF wear and tear.
A good story is told of Prof Hiram Cor
son, the Shakspearean student and pro-
lessor of English literature at Cornell uni
versity. He has peculiarly slow, draw
ling manner OF speaking. 1t happened not
so very long ago that Ithaca was visited
by a very high wind that came up sudden
ly during the night, blowing down trees.
tearing off the roofs OF houses and cutting
up such other capers as are the usually ac-
corded privileges of a high wind.
The professor was living in Cascadilla,
the big dormitory. The first intimation
he and his wife had of the hurricane was
when one OF the big stone. chimneyS was
blown over and went crashing down
through the skylights. The professors
wife was in an agony Of terror, and, get
ting up from bed, began to make hasty
preparations for leaving the building, all
the while beseechng her husband, who
had not vet stirred, to come out and assist.
All at once, with a sfrightfuI noise, the