Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 January 1892 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 1 [ADVERTISEMENT]

“Love,” writes a correspondent, “is a pleasant sensation of uneasiness.” » Blessed be those who have nothing, for bursted banks don’t trouble them. “How to Rest" is the recent work of a great physician. We commend it to the wicked. The Atlantic cables ought to be placed under bonds not to transmit any London “society” news for about one year. Once again it is announced that Mr. Howells will bid farewell to Boston forever. Mr. Howells is the Adelina Patti of literature. When it is remembered how slowly but with crushing effect the glaciers move, it is not difficult to believe that the “tooth of time” must be a grinder. Flies are like some people. The older they grow-the vainer they get. If you have noticed, the mirrors in your house have to be cleaned twice j as often now as in the spring.

People are becoming more and more convinced every day that medicine is injurious. Water inside and out, and dieting, will accomplish wonders, but let medicine alone whenever possible. There was no divorce granted in the suit of the wife of Earl Russell against her titled husband, but it would seem that a divorce of the ; aristocratic pair from decent society ought to he expected. “When your time comes you are going,” said Mr. Depew to a reporter who .asked if he feared dynamite cranks. The predestinarian and the railroad man are neatly blended in that oracular response. t The souvenir spoon craze is including knives and forks. Now, if it will only include skillets and kettles, by the time a girl is old enough to get married, she will have enough furniture to furnish her house. The rapturous joy of the British taxpayer over the news that the duke of Clarence is betrothed may sustain something of a damper when the i the usual appropriation for a dowry ! for the royal bride is asked of parlia- j ment. Beatty of reputation is a mantle of spotless ermine, in which, if you are enwrapped, you shall receive the ; homage of those above you, as real, as ready, as spontaneous as any ever paid to personal beauty in its most j powerful hour. * So long as a lawyer can get a fee i of $400,000 for breaking a will he will i brealf it, even if it is the will of a lawyer. Let those who imagine they have a right to say what shall be i done with the money they have i earned in a long life consider this fact. The gentleman who dropped that dynamite bomb on the floor of Russell Sage's office did not accomplish much in the way of effecting the better distribution of wealth, but he seems to have distributed his own body with entire fairness to everybody in the neighborhood.

Succi, the fasting man from the Hubian desert, proposes to test his wonderful powers by taking poison enough to kill forty men. If he wants to be sure of an eternal sleep, he should confine himself to poison enough to kill any one man. His stomach may rebel at a dose for forty men. Society, my friend, is a wall of very strong masonry, as it now stands; It may be sapped in the course of a thousand years, but stormed in a day — no! You dash your head against it — you scatter your brains, and you dislodge a stone: society smiles in scorn, effaces the stain, and replaces the stone. Thoughtful persons of much experience know that the way to be happy is to give up all attempts to be so. In other words the cream of enjoyment in this life is always impromptu—the chance walk, the unexpected visit, the unpremeditated journey, the unsought conversation or acquaintance. Endeavor to always be patient of the faults and imperfections of others; for thou hast many faults and imperfections of thine own that require a reciprocation of forbearance. If thou art not able to make thyself that which thou wishest to be, how canst thou expect to mold another in conformity to thy will? Uearly every man acts silly when he goes into the probate judge's office after a marriage license. Only one in ten asks for what he wants. Some ask for “a death warrant,” some for *a deed to a woman,” and all sorts of fool things. They all have the same look on their faces, and their errand Is always apparent before they speak. Farmers out West complain of “a lack of thrashers,” and the Boston Herald in a streak of generosity proposes to send out “a band of muscular •choolmaams” from the old BayState. The suggestion is a good one, and the big brothers of the Dakota •outh will welcome the band of