Talk on Everything.

Bruce Herald, Volume VII, Issue 650, 17 November 1874, Page 7

Talk on Everything.

He who murmers at his lot is like one j>aring his feet to tread upon thorns. There is this of good in real evils— they leliver us while they last from the petty iepotism of all that are imaginary. . Frugality may be termed the daughter of prudence, the sister of temperance, and the parent of liberty. He that is extravagantly ill quickly become poor, and poverty will enforce dependence and invite corruption. Laziness grows on people ; it begins in cobwebs and ends in iron chains. The more business a man haß to do the more he is ibleto accomplish, for he learns to economise his time. ;

Nowadays it would greatly embarrass moat ministers of the gf.apel to have their people rise and propound question.s and seek answers ; bub this was the custom in th* early church, and it 'served greatly to its edification. Th« reviving nf this custom might sharpen some of the preachers, as well as the people. Complaisance renders a superior amiable, an equal agreeable, and an iuferior acceptable A Frenci chemist has discovered a light as superior to gna as gas was superior to its predecessor, oil. It is so ir tense that it causes the flame of gaa to cast a shadow of itself on the wall it is intended to illuminate. This new light can be obtained at a much lower rate than gas, and it is not only brilliant and clear, but healthy. Candour in some people may be compared to barley susjar drops in which the acid prepon crates over the sweetness. : There are thousands with princely incomes who never know a minute's peace, because they live beyond their means. There is m >re happiness among the working men in the world than among those who are called rich Light on a Dark SuV.j»ct — How often a sound night s sleep c-lianjjes our feel ngs towards those who differ from us ! And liow cautious, after this experience, should we be in our hasty, ill digested denunciations of the conduct and opinions of others. The world is governed by three tilings — wisdom, authority, and appearances. Wisdom is for thoughtful people, authority or rouuh people, and appearances for the great mass of superficial people, who can look only at the outside, and who judge only by external matters.

Life is a book-of which we can have but one edition Let each day's actions, as they add their pages to the indestructible volume, be such aa we shall be willing to have ai assembled world read.

Genius has limits ; virtue has norm ; every one pure and good can become purer and better still.

The cnltiva+ion of the moral nature in man i? the grand meaus for the improvement of s'iciety. That conduct sometimes seerm ridiculous the secret reasons of which may perhaps be wise aud solid.

Men are seldom disappointed, except when their desires are immoderate, or when they suffer their p*ssv<>ns to overpower their reason, and dwell upon delightful scenes of future honors, p-nver or riches, till they mistake probabilities for certainties, or w i'd wishes for rational expectations. If such men, when they awake from these voluntary dreams, find the pleasing phantom vanish away, what can they biaaie but their own folly ?— Dr Johnson. Every man bas his weak side ; and it is very often the case that ttiia weak side is the best part of the man. There is nought in the world so <3e3Prving of admiration as the man who bears misfortune with courage. Some people love others so iruch better than themselves, that they are vastly more concerned about their neighbors' affairs than about their own. Libraries are as the shrines where all the rehes nf ancient saints, full of true virtue, and without delusi >n or imposture, are preserved. Admiration profits n^t so much the object as the subject of it While rejoicing that a man is great, we have also reason to rejoice that we are able to appreciate his worth. Nothing so tyrannises over one as the habit of justing and contempt, real or assumed. Success in the use of sarcasm and ridicule rarely f : >ils to mak* its practice more frequent and its application more wide than is either justifiable in itaelf or agreeable to listeners.

Constant success shows us but one side of the world ; f-»r it surrounds us with flatterers who will tell U3 only O'ir merits, and silences our enemies, from whom alone we might learn our defects.

Occupation, action of any kind, is as opposed to sentimentality as fire to water ; and a few years of labor, or ttudy, even a few months or weeks, will bring a young head into the right track. Everyone owes obedience to the law 3. but a Bill higher obligation is due to morality ; and if it bo happens that both cannot be complied with, it is better to do an illegal act than an immoral one

A contemporary calls attention to the fact that in England the Jewish pivss allow men who take a prominent part in Ji-wish affairs to escape from that, criticism which is found so salutary, and which is carried on by every other section of the English press, fn the Church and State, in municipal and corporate bodies, if the man, no matter how exalted his position— and the more exalted so much the better— commits what is thought to be a bluiid-r, thun h* has no peace ; n<> quarter is given to him ; he receives at the hands of the press writer that castration which he has merited. But the J«jwa of E \<Waud are a great deal too forgiving and tender to wa'ds their public admini-trators They say "We don't lilo blunders, but we don't like th^ lash. W« are too delicate ; we are too delicately organised ; we are to > sensitive t » inflict punishment, even where punishment is deserved. If Mr commits an

error, then, instead of allowing the just consequences of the blunder to follow, our writers on communal subjects seem suddenly to remember that 'to err ia human, to forgive is divine ' "

First Drunkard — " I live far away. I am not like you, a rich man, who can afford to live in the centre of the city." Second Drunkard—" Never mind, rich ! Of what use is it to me ? Even if I was a millionaire I coulda't be more drunk than I am."

Monsieur Bilboquet (" JPcintre 4cademicien ") ; " I tell you, Sare, zat ze secret of all true art is lost, and zat painting ib a zing of ze past. Zere are nofc more zan sree men living who are worzy of ze name of painter !' Hia Patron and admirer : "Tes — yes. And who are the three man, Monsieur Bilboquet?" Monsieur Bilboquet .■ " Veil, lam one of zem ! I fcaye forgotten s?e aainea <rf 3$ two Qjsen !"