The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-10-07
" MaRcaHrr E. sANGsrER.

" HAHGAHET E. SANGsTER. (copyright. 1906. by Joseph B. Bowles.
 Bsing in bondage to the blues is pre- c1eely like being lost in London fog. Tie latter is thick snd black and ob- HeorAtes familiar landmarks. man nay b0 within few doors of his homo yet srope helplessly through the mHrk to find the well-worn threshold 4 persou under the tyranny of blues 0 tenD6rariiy unable to adjust life to atsN usual limitations. He or she cannot oeo m inch beyond the dreadful pro- sent Everything looks dark and forbid aeAg, and despair with an iron clutch. Dins its victims down.
 persistent melancholia is the high way to- insanity. Only let anyone fall 0udsg the dominion of low-spirits. not y0e an hour or an afternoon but for bItghting days and weeks together. end the case becomes almost hopeless. The low mood is a fiend from the pit. " sboWo everything distorted. away and out of proportion. It robs life of eeespective. It has no yesterday and 10 tUmorrow to give encouragement Sesher through experience or hope. It 1ee only to often a great smothering ana chilling wet blanket of present oloom snd paralyzed faith.
 People think. loosely. that trials that 0sy Do weighed and measured and felt ane handled. are the worst trials to which flesh is heir. Loss of fortune. vD1e Of children, loss of friends, they 0eu theso disasters that must tax the oOui to its utmost endurance, and 0Ush the heart beneath their weight
 Dut they are mistaken Hearts are easstfc asid real sorrows seldom crush uhsun- Souls have in them a wonderful eapacity for recovering after knock own blows, It is the intangible, the vdne that one dreads vaguely, that eneches one in the uark, that suggests md intfmat tes peril that is spiritual Ather than mortal; 1t is the burden tAa& carries dismay and terror to the 1nagination.
 Aalf our fears in life and more than
 l1f our troubles, as we known when We are reasonable, are perfectly
 oundless. Apprehensions of evil arc W0sse than evils themselves
 A tendency to the blues may be an ntortunate legacy from a forgotten Fsat-grandfather. Away back in me shadOwy past there was somebody - the family line who had lost the ower of looking up and. like Bunyans Gea with the muck rake. spent his S1nse in looking down and raking to- 4ther useless rubbish and who never 1new that there was another world enan the one at his feet.
 This man beQueathed a fatal tendency 70 those who came after him. Pos- eebIy if skipped a generation or two - bounce like a beast from an ambush ou somebody who should be enjoying the gladness of this blfthe age, but who has Title chance of escaping the chains q his bfrthright. Still, inherited. han 6icaps. if recognized. may be vanquish od and thrown aside T would give" aid [ man. not long ago. "all my worldly goods if I could be freed hent ete deopotism of the spirit of my gfkl1ti- 1nther that dwells in and controls me. and turns my days the color of indigo when they might be the color of the SDse. I would change places willingly with the tramp by the roadside. if l eould be as light-hearted and cheerful e he.''
 Tn nine cases out of ten. actual trampfng to the point of fatigue and actual camping out of doors. with noth- ing but a tent between the starfit heaven and the hard pillow. would be . cure for this malady. It Is nalady, and should be met and coped with de oantly on this issue. thoroughly AeaIthful, wholesome and sane phil osophy of life has nothing to do with 1olefuI terrors and cheerless views 2atnre has balm for wounded hearts. &ature and Mother Earth have reme-
 
 The blues often come as other mof lid affections do from a dlsorderet liver. Undoubtedly. 1t Is mortified uon to admit that the ethereal part of 0ne, the mind, the soul. the spirit. maj Dc at the mercy of the liver or th' spleen. or the stomach. but facts beal Uut the assertion that a blue pill vii often conquer the blues. and that s doctors prescription will put new face on the sufferers world. The chronic dyspeptic Is sure to be blu' unless he is a saint high on the rol of, those of whom the world is no worthy.
 Manifestly we have no right to yield to the tyranny of the blues, either fol our own sake or for that of others It Is bad enough to wander aimlesslS through a labyrinth of depression, but it Is criminal to drag ones family