Cure for the Blues.

Auckland Star, Volume XXI, Issue 32, 8 February 1890, Page 4 (Supplement)

Cure for the Blues.

No man ia so miserable bub ho may find somo one poorer and more comfortless. «Sometimes, when I am blue and feci deserted, I am pleased to call to mind,' said a Lisbon-street wholesaler, Saturday, ' tho day thab I learned a practical lesson, and it was nob very long ago, cither, I was feeling awful blue and lonesome. I saw no joy in life. I didn't know whether 1 was worth a dollar or not. All my venture-' seemed to me pure to fail. My wife noticed it, and she said : " What's" the matter ?" I told her. Sho looked sad and went away.

' ' Pretty soon she came back to me, and potting her hand on my head as I sat in my chair, she said : "My dear, our neighbours down under the hill in the little house are poor. I wish you would go down and see thorn. You better cake down some apples and potatoes, and I will find something to add to them by the time you aro ready. Then she looked in my face, and I saw something that made me feel like minding her. Well, I did as she said. I pub a bushel of apples aud a bushel of pobaboea and some pork and some other things in the waggon, and my wife added a lot of clothes from the wardrobes of cur girl and our boy, who had outgrown them. Then I started, and in due time got to the house. I saw there gome one more miserable than I As I poured our homely gifts out into a ,wa3h - tub set to receive them, I gob my first lesson in the relations of wealth. To see tho woman weep tears of joy at the sight of apples and potatoes and children's cast-off clothes ; see the little ones, half-naked, view them with wonder and almost with alarm, set me to thinking, and I said to myself: •'Man, yon have done wrong. You have neglected to appreciate what has been done for you. Why, you aro rich, fabulously rich, for you have a home, a business, a loving wife and all the comforts of life." 'A great change came over me. I grew calm and still, but content, and I have never been downcast since then thab I didn't seek some poor fellow more wretched than I in the hope that we both mighb be made less so together by mutual ministration.'— *Lewiston, Maine, Journal.'