HABITS—GOOD AND BAD.

Cromwell Argus, Volume LXI, Issue 3163, 18 May 1931, Page 2

HABITS—GOOD AND BAD.

One of the great difficulties we have is the breaking of a bad habit. The power has grown with the repetition. This has gone on unconsciously for the most part, and only when we try to discontinue does realisation dawn upon us that we are undone. Henceforth. we must submit to its tyrannies and be enslaved. Time and again we all have tried to triumph over the rigour of a bad habit and been beaten.

Only a mighty effort of will reinforced by Spiritual power is sufficient to gain success. ' j Force of habit ever forges a formidable chain. There is another aspect of this habit business which can be a blessing instead of a curse. If habits are so easily formed, we may surely choose that they may be good. A good habit can be as fixed and strong as a bad one. Now this opens out an avenue of opportunity that we ought, to investigate.

Happiness can become a habit of mind, prayer a habit of life, kindness a habit of being. If we practise these it is surprising how soon we will drop unconsciously into the doing of them. Seek that which is good and pursue it. A BIG JOB. Murmuring "I'll teach you who's boss," the little man pushed open his gate, and, after knocking on the front door, gained admittance to his home. Almost immediately sounds of conflict came from behind the closed door.

Presently the door opened again and the little man, no longer aggressive, flew down the front steps propelled by an arm that closely resembled a shoulder of mutton. Picking himself uu, he scrowled at the owner of the hefty form. "I'll teach her who's boss," he murmured, "but she's going to take a lot of teaching."

The two ladies met, as ladies will when out marketing. They had not seen each other for some time, and the flood of gossip soon drove Sunday's joint into oblivion. "And 'ow's your poor 'usband, Mrs. Brown?" asked one, after a while, "I did 'ear as ow 'e was at death's door."

"Oh! 'e's all right," replied Mrs. B. •'Death must 'ave known the old 'urnbug as well as I do —and kept the door bolted."

The two ladies at the tea-party were trying to outdo each other in talking of their social activities, and the conversation was becoming distinctly "catty"! "Of course," said one, "you don't go shooting, but my husband is one of the 'big guns'!" "Oh," said the other, "I heard that he was; and someone said that his only faults as a 'biggun' were too much 'barrel' and too much 'bore'!"

Motorist (to man he has knocked down): "Here's ten shillings—lll send you some more if you'll give me your address." Victim: " 'Ere! What's the game? You can't run me over on the instalment system."

A little work directed to a good end is better than a great deal of work directed to a bad end, though the apostles of the strenuous life seem to think otherwise.

A person accustomed to too much excitement is like a person with a 'morbid craving for pepper, who comes at last to be unable even to taste a quantity of pepper which would cause anyone else to choke.

We are all inclined to get unduly excited, unduly strained, unduly impressed with the importance of the little corner of the world in which we live.

Meditation is what we call Idleness if wo catch anybody else at It.