and repeatedly warn you that you have "to pay up for it before night."

There is no vice except drunkenness that can so utterly destroy the peace and happiness of a home as fretting. Husband-nagging should be put in the same category with wife-beating. John Wesley said he had no more right to fret than The fretter is not only a sinner against the harmony of society, but even a gross violator of the law of God.

to swear.

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A cross-grained old farmer caught a young girl going through his field. "Who gave you leave to go through that field?" "I thought there was a path." A path! No, there is not." "I'll go back then." Back, indeed! I own back and fore." So she could not move to please him. There are such peculiar people at large. They live in a perpetual storm. Suddenly, when you least expect it, the sky becomes black, the wind rises and there is a growling thunder and pelting rain. Life takes its hues in a great degree from the color of your own mind. Be frank and the world will treat you kindly. Be

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suspicious and the world will treat you coldly. Take things as they come and if they don't come don't take them. Look at the bright side of things—if it has no bright side brush up one of the dark ones. 'Nothing so bad, but it might be worse." 'Tis always morning somewhere in the world." "Every cloud has a silver lining." "It's a long lane that has no turning." "The darkest hour of night is that which precedes the dawn."

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Stop worrying about self. The "Great Golden Remedy" for fretting is not a proprietary medicine, but it cures, and there is no danger of an overdose.

Whenever you are feeling blue,

Something for someone else go do.

Form the habit of thinking how much there is to cheer you, even when there may be much to depress. A poor widow, not having any bedclothes to shelter her boy from the snow which was blowing through the cracks of her miserable hovel, used to cover him with boards. One night he said to her smilingly and contentedly:

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Ma, what do poor folks do these cold nights that haven't any boards to put on their children?"

A poor widow living in a house open to snow in the winter, and who could have no fire when the wind blew, exclaimed: "How favored I am! For when it is coldest the wind does not blow. I can have a fire." When rheumatism disabled one of her feet, she exclaimed again: "How favored I am! I once lost the use of both my feet." Thus in every calamity she saw some especial mercy. "How dismal you look," said a bucket to its companion as they were going to the well. "Ah," replied the other, "I was reflecting on the uselessness of our being filled, for let us go away ever so full, we always come back empty." "Dear me! How strange to look at it in that way," said the other bucket. "Now I enjoy the thought that, however empty we come, we always go away full. Only look at it in that light and you will be as cheerful as I am." Cultivate what is warm and genial, not the cold and the repulsive, the sullen and morose. Smile and

all nature will smile with you; the air will seem more balmy, the sky more clear, the grass will have a brighter green, the trees a richer foliage, the flowers a more fragrant smell, the birds will sing more sweetly, and the sun, moon and stars will appear more beautiful.

What if the times are hard, it will not make them easier to wear a gloomy countenance. It is the sunshine and not the cloud that makes the flower. The sky is blue ten times where it is black once. In the long run the great balance rights itself. Says Jean Paul Richter: "Be but for one day, instead of a fire worshiper of evil passion, the sun worshiper of a clean-souled joy, and then compare the day in which you rooted out this weed of dissatisfaction with that in which you allowed it to grow, and you will find that by the restraining power your heart has been opened to every good motive, your life strengthened and your soul armed with a panoply against every trick of fate."

THE WOMAN WHO WINS.

F you have your own living to earn, you have

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a peculiar reason to be thankful that you are an American woman. We are not wholly free from snobbishness and the spirit of caste, but in all the world around there is no land where honest work carries less of a stigma, where men and women are taken at their own intrinsic value, than in this peerless, unrivaled, unapproached and unapproachable Republic of ours. Ladies in the best sense of that much-abused word are recognized in any circle that is worth the entering, many of them at some time in their lives earned their own bread. The time was when kings and queens set their subjects the example by laboring with their own hands. Sir Walter Scott relates a cutting reply made to him by the wife of