Year: 1870

''Times are getting worse and worse
every day.


What then, my dear sir? VIII it
do any good To draw your face up in
10 ten thousand wrinkles, and vent
the bitterness OF your spirit upon all
with whom You come in contact, on
the strength of the aforementioned
fact?


Suppose you had to walk barefoot
over road thickly strewn with thOrns
and sharp, tiny stones. What would
you do? Go aside out of your way to
bic, instead Of carefully avoiding ev-
cry needless hurt by picking your
way warily through them? Which
course will you choose now?


VIII you snap your wife up at the
breakfast table when she asks you for
"a little change ?n Would you sug-
gest to her the probability of your all
going to ruin in a short time through
the prodigal Outlays made for house
hold needs, and then throw the mon
ey across the table at her asgOu would
throw a bone to a dog? You know
very well that her demand is perfect
ly reasonable; and you know, too,
that you would be just as much Of
Tended as you are now if she did not
ask you for money for household ex-
penses when it is needed; but you
are not willing TO miss the OppOrtu-
nifty of selfishly venting your unpleas-
ant feeling on this convenient dOmes-
tic scape-goat.


And if she should Wonderful to
think Off pluck up enough courage to
ask you for money to buy her q new
dress-thOugh it may be only six
months since she last committed this
mortal sin-don't ask her ironically if
she thinks a thousand dollars will do
ner for this this time, or make some
cutting remark about her ruinous eX-
travagances and the slave life you
lead but Il you can afford it, give
her a kiss into the bargain. But if you
really feel to poor to indulge in new
dress for the first time in six months,
gaze her kiss anyhow, and explain
the matter kindly to her, and the kiss
and the kind explanation will go near
ly all the way toward making her for
get the disappointment.


And, above all, don't bring your
business home at night with YOU
Don't sit in solitary misanthropy, or
snarl and poke the fire. Your wife
hasn't had chance to talk to you all
day. She has thousand cheering
little items to communicate; but while
you sit there looking so cold and re-
pellant, she has no courage to begin.


Your children are eager for a game
of romps; but they are "afraid of
papa" when he looks as he does here
tonight; so they cOngregate in half
awed manner in the corners till it is
time to go to bed. No pleasant chat,
no merry laughter, no game at rOmps;
no music-nothing but gloom and
cOnstraint, because "father has come
home in bad humOr."


You ungrateful man You inhum-
an iceberg Ito behave Sc in the bOs-
nm of your sanity! To turn away
from the pleasures and privileges still
left you, because you cam 'thave every
thing your own way! Think of the
loving, clinging hearts that your cold
ness shadOws-Of the bright faces over
which your frOwn has cast reflected
gloom. Are you not ashamed of your
self?


Again, your burdens may be so
heavy that you cannot smile. But oh
be kind! Because your own soul is
dark, don't pierce another heart with
a needless wound by your coldness
and sullenness. Because there are
some thOrns in your way, don't plant
other thOrns in the path of another
with your own hand. If you cannot
be cheerful, be kind.