'NEVER SATISFIES'

Southern Cross, Volume 9, Issue 50, 1 March 1902, Page 6

'NEVER SATISFIES'

‘ Isn’t it a remarkable thing,’ writes Yarraman in the Melbourne Leader, ‘ that we’re never satisfied with the particular thing we happen to be at. The country man wants to get to town, and the average city man says, ‘ What a fine life it must be on a farm.’ The man who has to pitch the hay sighs, ‘ Oh, to just sit down beside a desk and work the way those fellows do in town !’ The man who’s caged from morn till night, takes liver pills, and then says, sadly, ‘ If I only might be on the farm again.’ Then as to weather, here are some representative reflections : “ How nice it is to take one’s ease, Your hammock swung beneath the trees, Be visited by birds and bees (A country bummer).

See petals falling quiet and blow, Whfle gentle zephyrs softly blow, To lie and watch the green things grow, In summer. How nice it is in July nights To watch the back log’s dancing lights, And see the nimble fire sprites Leap twig and splinter. To sit within the chimney nook. Upon your face contentment’s look, And read your best beloved book, la winter. How nice ’twould be if ’twere our lot To have it chilly, mild, or not, And with the seasons, cold or hot, To just philander. To ne’er have weather come amiss Would be almost supernal bliss. And joy complete. T say all this In candour.”