St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-12-02
COUNT YOUR MERCIES
Aunt Polly Moralizes on the
dissatisfied Desires of
Mortals.
Small TpibulationS Encount-
cred by the Way Of Little
Moment.
A Glance at the Miseries OF
Others a Good Antidote
for PessimiSm.
Entertaining Spread Of Read
able News for the Home
Circle.

When you walk the streets these
chilly, disagreeable days, wishing that
Mother Nature had reserved some OF the
surplus sunshine and glory of the late
October to tighten and brighten carlyle
cember, are you discontinued with your
lot in life. and does Mrs. Somebody
stand, like Mordecal of old,a your gate,
a constant reminder that other people
sometimes have more of this worlds
goods than your
Or are you counting the savings of the
last few months savings often that rep
resent real struggle and self-denial, but
savings that yet seem so pitifully small,
and are you counting all these things up
as you 90 up and down Oh the many
Grants that modern living makes neces-
sary, with a heart bowed down with its
weight of discomfort and envy? Can
you see no beauty or sunshine in any OF
the usual simple pleasures that must
make the delight of ordinary living?
If so, look about you, pray you, my
dearS. and see what real want ana pow
erty is. You cannot ride on car on a
single line Of the city, or stand for
little while on corner, waiting for
car, or go into a shop to buy the SIM
plest thing, but what you can see how
blessed your lot is compared 10 that OF
many you meet.
Count your mercies when you feel
blue" dear old woman used 10 say to
me-. And you cannot imagine what a
lot of mer cieS | found to count when
really set about the task. It's true the
kitchen chimney would still have time
Of showing how utterly depraVed mani
mate things can be. or Biddy still came
down in the morning with a ScoWl on
her usually sunny face, that showed that
so lar as she was concerned ''the wind
was due east" and you had better look
out for squalls. Or Jack took it into his
busy head to diSapprove of my fayOrlte
amusement, or worse still, my new
dress; and the children cam home
from school with dreadf I'll repor tS and
worse colds, or the baby was teething
and croSser than Sancho just when
wanted to put the finishing touches on
my last Christ mas gifts. Now suppose
that any or all of these dreadful things
)appen, could still count 50 many
mercieS that little things could not
count.
Suppose that you had no ho me in
which there was oh imney that could
SHloh0, vi IlldG DiuuS3 SOuI Stdnu ny dH'
helper, were only Il mythe, and that you
had all these thousand household mat
tiers to attend to Yourself, with three
or four little ''nindering things" cling
ing to your gown. Would you no
rather bear Biddy's rrown occasionally
than this?
Supposing that instead of Jacks lit
tie gibeS at your favorite follies, yol
wore a little white band under you
plain black bonnet. and heard no more
the manly tread at evening in the hall
that still has power to make your pulse
thrill. Children will sometimes get
bad record at schooI; they will hav,
colds and be as trying as it is possible
to be. but what do you think of the 81
lent house Of your iieighbor from whos'
door knob tiuItered that long, blacl
streamer tied with white not SO yer,
long ago? 80
A short purse is a rloStinconvenien
thing TO own. but yours is longer thai
many. Your boys and girls are safe
sheltered in your home; you have
host OF mercies when you come to coun
them. There is no other so sure cur
for blues or any form for discomfort.
Count your mercies, my dears, coun
your mercies. AUNT POLLY.