And a lesson she taught to all, Hast thou the right? Stand up and fight, Shame on ye! timid souls, Feeble for aught but ill ; Shall sin and shall woe waste this world below, Wrest from their grasp the prey; Crush them, though cowards mock; THE HYPOCHONDRIAC. GOOD "Suit the action to the word; the word to the action." 1OOD-MORNING, Doctor; how do you do? I hain't quite so well as I have been; but I think I'm some better than I was. I don't think that last medicine you gin me did me much good. I had a terrible time with the earache last night; my wife got up and drapt a few draps of walnut sap into it, and that relieved it some; but I did n't get a wink of sleep till nearly daylight. For nearly a week, Doctor, I've had the worst kind of a narvous headache; it has been so bad sometimes that I thought my head would bust open. Oh, dear! I sometimes think that I'm the most afflictedest human that ever lived. Since this cold weather sot in, that troublesome cough, that I have had every winter for the last fifteen year, has began to pester me agin. (Coughs.) Doctor, do you think you can give me any thing that will relieve this desprit pain I have in my side? Then I have a crick, at times, in the back of my neck, so that I can't turn my head without turning the hull of my body. (Coughs.) Oh, dear! What shall I do? I have consulted almost every doctor in the country, but they do n't any of them seem to understand my case. I have tried every thing that I could think of; but I can't find any thing that does me the leastest good. (Coughs.) Oh, this cough—it will be the death of me yet! You know I had my right hip put out last fall at the rising of Deacon Jones' saw-mill; it's getting to be very troublesome just before we have a change of weather. Then I've got the sciatica in my right knee, and sometimes I'm so crippled up that I can hardly crawl round in any fashion. What do you think that old white mare of ours did while I was out plowing last week? Why, the weacked old critter, she kept a backing and backing, ontill she backed me right up agin the colter, and knock'd a piece of skin off my shin nearly so big (Coughs.) But I had a worse misfortune than that the other day, Doctor. You see it was washing-day-and my wife wanted me to go out and bring in a little stove-woodyou know we lost our help lately, and my wife has to wash and tend to every thing about the house herself. I knew it would n't be safe for me to go out-as it was a raining at the time-but I thought I'd risk it anyhow. So I went out, picked up a few chunks of stove-wood, and was a coming up the steps into the house, when my feet slipped from under me, and I fell down as sudden as if I'd been shot. Some of the wood lit upon my face, broke down the bridge of my nose, cut my upper lip, and knocked out three of my front teeth. I suffered dreadfully on account of it, as you may suppose, and my face ain't well enough yet to make me fit to be seen, 'specially by the women folks. (Coughs.) Oh, dear! but that ain't all, Doctor; I've got fifteen corns on my toesand I'm afeard I'm a going to have the " yaller janders." (Coughs.)-DR. VALENTINE. LOST AND FOUND. Y daily walk was through a garden fair, ΜΥ Which my rich neighbor makes his daily care. And when I touched its leaves with tender care With beauty on its leaves, and to my sense And brood upon my loss, and nurse my wrong. Enjoy a feast and rest prepared for me. life. Which throws across the sky its glittering span, A crown of rarest jewels, and of flowers Upon the wreath and scan the glowing maze Oh, gracious friend, I see the lesson now! THOMAS B. APPLEGET. DESPAIR IS NEVER QUITE DESPAIR. HE gloomiest day. hath gleams of light, THE The darkest wave hath bright foam near it; And twinkles through the cloudiest night Some solitary star to cheer it. The gloomiest soul is not all gloom, The saddest hour is not all sadness; And sweetly o'er the darkest doom There shines some lingering beam of gladness. |