Rensselaer Union, Volume 8, Number 18, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 January 1876 — Stop a Minute. [ARTICLE]

Stop a Minute.

Stop a minute. Don’t hurrv so. Move glower, it may be you will go surer. Grind, grind, grind—one everlasting grind fmm five in the morning till ten at night, chasing the bubble of human riches. What is the need, pray tell me? You already have enough,-and even more than you can use. You are heaping up wealth for others to waste or quarrel over when you are dead. And half your heirs, instead of recollecting you gratefully, will contemplate your departure from this hurrying scene with infinite satisfaction. Do rest, awhile! You are wearing out the vital forces faster than there is need, and in this way subtracting years from the sum total of your life. This rush and worry, day after day, this restless anxiety after something you have not got, is like pebblestones in machinery, they grate and grind the life out of you. \ou have useless burdens; throw them oft’. You have a great deal of needless care; dump it. Pull in the strings. Compact your business. Take time for thought of better things. Go out into the air and let God’s sun shine down on your head. Stop thinking of business and profit. Stop grumbling at adverse providences. You will probably never see much better times than these in this doomed world. Your most opportune season is now; your happiest day is to-day. Calmly do your duty, and let God take care of His own world. He is still alive, and is the King. Do not imagine that things will all go to everlasting smash when you disappear from this mortal stage. Don’t fancy that the curse of Heaven in the shape of the vain task of righting up a disjointed earth is imposed upon you. Cease to fret and fume; cease to jump and worry early and late. The good time is coming, but you can never bring it; God can, and will. Take breath, sir. bit down and rest, and draw a long breath. Then go calmly at the task of life and do your work well. — Exchange.

Tiie Albany (N. Y.) Argun relates the following: “ Last spring a certain housebuilder left his home in West Troy without announcing his intention to his family or friends. On Tuesday last his wife found the first clew to his movements she has been able to obtain. The following singular story is told in this connection: The deserted wife, while in conversation with an Albany ladyf- spoke _ol_the lost husband, and expressed surprise that she had been unable to glean any tidings of his whereabouts. The Albany lady observed that she was in a singular quandary as to the abiding place of a sister, a widow', who left her home some months ago with ‘an old bachelor’ (as she put it), from some place north of Albany. After considerable conversation the Albany lady exhibited a photograph of the * old bachelor.’ The deserted w ile recognized the picture as that of her lost husband. The ‘old bachelor’ and the Albany widow are supposed to be living in Milwaukee.” “ ’Pears to me you’ve got & putty slim fire, Mirandy,” said a spindling youth the other night, as he sat in front of the fireplace by the side of a buxom young lady, who had no earthly use for him. “Yes,” she said, as she wickedly looked at the floor behind him; “it’s about all you and the fire can do between you to get up a respectable shadow.” How much nicer it i 3, if a man wants a cane, to furnish the money and have friends buy it, and present it to him, than to sneak arotind to the store and beat the clerk down to hard-pan prices.— Detroit Fret Preu.