The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1901-07-19
BE PHILOSOPHICAL.
AFEW THOUGHTS ABOUT THE SUM-
MER AND ITS SCENES.

Cheerfulness With a Measure of
Contentment.
Look deep into the heart Of the flower
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 unlovcly and unlovabIe. but lot
OF this, if not all, you may shut your eyet
to or look beyond.
If rule could be laid down for sum
mer time happiness, il would consist OF
simply this; BE cheerful
To be cheerful ii Is necessary 10 gather
IN those impressions thar inspire cheer
fulness. TO gather these impressions one
must put oneself in an attitude to receive
the best. Iou know there are two ways
TO look Mt things always. One is through
the eyes Of the optimist and the other 10
through the eyes of the peSsimiSt Use
the optimistic glasses for the summer
time. There is no season when the pes
simistic glasses are to be recommended.
but if one IS forced into the putting Of
them on at any time let il he 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.
II is only a bit Of very simple philos
ophy that one needs to help one along
through life and make the hardest places
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. II the affairs Of today go topsy
turyy, the affairs of tomorrow may 20
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 dear delight in the
simplest song il the voice Of the singer is
sweet. 1t may not thrill the heart as
some great oratorio, but it creeps in and
touches little silver thread that re
spends with culver that the soul recog-
nizes. There is or should be, JOY in the
hand clasp of friend. Alas, to many
of us regard this as such a commonplace
thing that we do not gather from it all
the pleasure that we might. If you think
lightly of this, then 20 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, i have lived Tomorrow the
Heavenly Father may either involve the
world in dark clouds or Cheer II with
clear sunshine. He will not, however.
render Intellectual things which have al
ready taken place."
Happy is the man or woman who Il
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
educated away from the simpler things
of life. 1t does not seem to me we'll 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 20 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 a 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
moonlght-do not fail to look upon it
then. The glaring greens 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 restfuness 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.
There is genuine happiness to be found
in the heart Of the wood, where tall trees
stand 50 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 iu the crowded town, should one
not lie able TO leave it whom the days are
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