Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1901-09-11
BE PHILOSOPHICAL.
A FEW THOUGHTS ABOUT THE
SUMMER.
THERE IS A SUMMER TIME PHILOSOPHY
THAT Is BASED UPON DE-
GREE OF cHEERFULNEss.

LOOK deep INTO the heart or the mower
and see there the perfect form and color.
1t is not enough to merely gaze upon the
outward form Of the flower. There is
more of beauty still that you may gather
from looking closer and deeper.
OF course by the casual glance you may
gather enough to please you, but there is
something remaining - something that
you might just as well have. There is
no reason why you should cheat your
self
In all the big, wide world there is
beauty on every hand. There is much
that is unloyely and unlovable, but a lot
of this, If not all, you may shut your eyes
to or look beyond.
Ii rule could be laid down for sum
mer time happiness, it would consist of
simply this Be cheerful.
To be cheerful it is necessary to gather
In those impressions that inspire cheer
fulness. To gather these impressions one
must put oneself in an attitude to receive
the best. You know there are two ways
to look at things always. One is through
the eyes of the optimist, and the other is
through the eyes of the pessimist. Use
the optimistic glasses for the summer
simistic glasses are to be recommended,
but if one is forced into the putting of
them on at any time let it be when all
the world is dull and dead. When the
trees and grass are green, the flowers in
bloom and the birds singing, smile then,
for nature Is smiling.
1t is only bit of very simple philos-
ophy that one needs to help one along
IN, nj h. h, Il
seem not so difficult to climb over. This
bit of philosophy is summed up in the
old saying that every cloud has its silver
lining. IL the affairs of today go topsy
turvy, the affairs of tomorrow may go
very smoothly, you know.
There are the great joys of life, and
there are the minor joys. For the most
of us it is the minor joys that come to
us, and these some of US do not always
recognize. We miss them because we are
looking out and wishing for the greater
ones. There is a dear delight in the
simplest song if the voice of the singer is
sweet. 1t may not thrill the heart as
some great oratorio, but it creeps in and
touches a little silver thread that re-
spends with a culver that the soul recog-
nizes. There is, or should be, joy in the
of us regard this as such commonplace
thing that we DO not gather from it all
the pleasure that we might. If you think
lightly of this, then go away to some
place where you are a stranger, where
there is none to whom you are especially
dear. Then you will know how sad life
is without it.
Life is something more than mere ex-
istence. Every hour of it should be full
of meaning. Every moment and all that
every moment brings should be made the
most Of Then one will know what it
means to live.
Here is something to write on the first
leaf of the new diary that you are just
going to begin: "He possesses dominion
over himself and is happy who can every
day say, 4 have lived Tomorrow the
Heavenly Father may either involve the
world in dark clouds or cheer it with
clear sunshine. He will not, however,
render Intellectual things which have al
ready taken place."
Happy is the man or woman who is
pleased by the simple things. Unfortu-
nate is it to possess learning so deep that
there is only pleasure to be found in deep
things. 1t does not seem to me well to be
of life. II does not seem to me well to
wish to shun those who are simple of
heart and manner and to seek alone those
who are worldly wise and widely learned.
There is many a pleasant hour to be
spent with rustic folk amid rustic scenes,
and if you are planning a summer time
holiday then go where there is little
corner of the world still left that is sim
pie. Forget the care and the striving
that border the road to greatness, the
heartaches and the regrets.
There is genuine summer time happi-
ness awaiting the one who will go where
there is meadow all abloom, where the
sun shines brightly over the clover bios
SONS and their fragrance is tossed about
in waves as the warm breezes sport here
and there. And this meadow under the
moonlight-do not fail to look upon ii
then. The glaring green's of noon are
toned into silver shades, dark and light
The daisies have folded their petals and
are bowling their heads. The busy hum
of the bees has died away, and there is
only the occasional chirp of the cricket
There is a restfulness about the meadow
under the moonlight that makes one for
get that one was ever rebellious or out OF
tune with the scheme of life.
Il
There is genuine happiness to be found
in the heart of the wood. where tall trees
stand so silently. wild vines creep and
cling and a little silver stream threads
its way among the rocks.
And there is genuine happiness to be
found in the crowded town, should one
not be able to leave it when the days are
warm and sunny, if one will only make
the best of ones home and its surround
ings. The contented woman makes Of
her city home very attractive place al
all times of the year. Drop In to SEE
the contented woman on the warmest
day of the summer, and she will not re
| mind you of the fact that the pavement!
are glazing white in the summer hea
without She will rather proceed to MAKE
you forget these things by giving yot
a big fan and an iced drink. The con
| tented woman makes the best of he
| home and surroundings at any time o.
| season.
Summer time happiness rests on cheer
fuInass and contpntmpnt. In fact, thu