The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1901-02-16
FITS or TIE BLUES.
u,..ed balm rat Never Faih to
soethe whes Ose 10 Lev
Spirited.

The bhesl What are theyF Ne0'
tier defines them as "lowness OF spir'
ts~ How they una, us for u duties
II the day. how they silence a kino'
ly words and smother our smiieA
What a wst-blanket feeling they gi,'
10 everything, Even the dog SINKS
,way, all his friskintss suodueo,
when he looks us in the face ana
iiscerns our "lowness Of spirits' says
a writer in Ladies' World, New iork'
We see a cloud upon u sky, per
hans Il 10 very small one; some
times we feel II Instead Of beholdingi
Just a faint depression, 3 little dismal
aampness. a forlornness We eannot
.soount for. We Immediately forget
that no nfs can be entirely cloudleasi
We think we have all the trouble Por.
toned out TO humanityi the spirit OF
Kloom settles on Us; we succumb, ana
iel we have the blues.
Who hath q cure for thenf We
may take peppermint fer our stom-
ach's sake, rub eamphsr on our aeh-
Ing head, battle our rheumatic limbs
with IMMINENT and our bruises with
witch hazel; but how shall we mia
lister 10 our "lowness Of spiritsf'
Let me whisper it TO youi or shall |
shout IL from the house top3 There
Is q blesSsA balm that never fails to
sooths, which Is found in doing kind.
ly deeds and speaking comforting
words.
One rainy day, not long ago I sat
at my desk vainly sndeavoring TO
chain 9 few words tsgethsr In coher-
ent form. Whether 1t was the awk-
ward material had to deal with, the
elumsiness Of my brain or the de-
pressing downpour outside, know
not, but / felt ny 'lOwnsss" stealing
Ger me. Just then the small boy OF
my household very timidly reminded
me: you said on q rainy day you'd
paste some pictures in my scrap
book" Being exceedingly dssirous Of
wooing the Muse, I said: Don't both
or me now, dear" The child's voice
was obedisatly silencsd; but not the
far more insistsnt voice Of my heart,
that firmly repeated the words my
memory had taught IL: DO some
thing for somebody quick" The pen
AID paper were laid aside, the din
ing table took the place Of the desk,
and the ambitious sOribblsr was Inn
mSdiately transformed into an inter
ested mother dslighting her little son
by gayiy FASTING the eaudy lunches
Of flowers. and the pictured birds and
animals inAo amusing clusters, on the
white pager before her, laughing Joy.
fully herself as she brought sunshine
lnto q heart too young to understand
. "lownsss Of spiritn" but which felt
. dsjs0tisa not unusual on q dark and
gloomy day.
There IL never a time when We can.
not find something 10 Do for some
body. II may bs only to write a few
simple, kindly words; to run acros.
70 q nsighbor with a book we believe
she win enjoy reading; TO copy for
some acquaintance q poem we ara
surs she will like to have. Perhaps
We are using odd moments TO make q
dainty gift for . friend; II 20, take
. few stitches on II and see how quick.
~ the gloom ia dispersed. II ysu see
notAing else you can do, rust st
quietly for q few minutes aud think
Of the pleasures you have had. That
trip you enjoyed 40 much last sum
mar, oan You ever forget it2 Tha,
bunch Of roses your husband brought
homo on ysur birthday, what q sweet
gift that was. Those ~endearing words
your Prstthng child hsps to you every
day, what could be more comfortingi
Think and think, my sister, and still
think an TIL sunshine has banished
shadow and you can rise up with. q
sturdy will, turn your back on cloud.
land whore the Blue King rsigns, and
go bravery forth 70 ehesrfully meet
whatever the coming hours may
bring.