St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-07-13

From the pretty little village of st
Peter comes letter from young man
who is apparently dissatisfied with him
self, his home and the world in general.
He says: II am a farmers son. We
have large farm, and are fairly CON-
Portable at home. but am tired OF farm
life, it is so dull and monotonous, and it
is work, work, day after day. SO l con-
cluded to write to Aunt Polly. she
seems to be willing to give advice to all
sorts of people, but has never said any
thing that applies to any case. L have
been III st. Paul once, and enjoyed it
immensely. | think | am suited to city
life, and have good general education.
Am nineteen years old, and well and
strong. l would like TO go into business
tor myself. What would you advise me
to do? l think can get along better in
city"
Well, my dear boy, you are not alone
in thinking that you would like city
life. There are thousands of boys in
this country who feel just that way.
They think that if they could break
away from home and come into the
city good, fat salary would be waiting
for them. But they are too frequently
mistaken. After the simplicity of life
on the farm they come to the city and
see sights that give them at first very
wrong impression. When they see
people hurrying about, fashionably
dressed, driving in handsome carriages.
moving in and out of suburb resi-
Gences or strolling up and down
the fashionable avenues, they think that
glittering wealth, and ease and comfort
are behind it all. But, my boy,it is not so.
You only see the outward show. The
inner life of many of these apparently
enviable people is hidden from sight,
and it is we'll that it is hidden, for be-
hind all this lies often untold miseries
and unhappiness in the midst of lux
uries. Quarreling and jealousies mar
and embitter the lives of many people
who are living in magnificence. The
old proverb, you know. says Uneasy
is the head that wears CROWN" and it
is true of people who do not inherit
crown.
You are tired of the mOnotony of farm
life, are you? | grant that there is a
monOtony about it, but do you know of
any kind of life that does not become so
when one is bound to it day after day?
do not. As leave the office in the
evening meet scores of young men
from the stores or offices or shops down
town on their way to their homes, or
more often to some cherries boarding
house in the suburbs Of this busy city.
lnote their pale faces, narrow chests and
dropping shoulders.a and am thankful Tor
the fate that gave Inc country home
Ill WHICH to grow up and i'll which my
boys could live. You see that the
hours of business here leave very little
time for Self-culture, either i'll physi
cal or mental way. But supposing that
boy has time for these things, L will
venture TO say that the average young
man whom l meet OH his way home Is
as tired at night as you are after
a days work in your field. Many of
them are on their feet all day long, shut
within the narrow confines of an Office
or store. They cannot, as you can lift
thelE eyes from the work before them
to rest them with glimpse of the blue
sky, or the song of robin III a thrush
in the woods near by, or out on the
boundleSS prairie see the wonderful
cloud affects that are constant source
of wonder and delight. Narrow walls
shut them in, and cherries boarding
house with bill of fare that your
mother would scorn awaits them at
night. Now, don't want to discourage
you. Many country boys have sue
ceeded in the city. Perhaps you would
be one of the fortunate ones; then again.
you may not. But let me beg Of you to
wait, and in the meantime read all good
books you can find and strengthen your
-
meanly of your present life, or too highly
of one in the city. You are young, but
can assure you that there are many
men. and women, too, in the city who
would gladly exchange the precarious
life of wage Garner for the independ-
ence of life on farm.
AUNT Polly.