Bohemian Society by Lydia Leavitt
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"For life is one, and in its warp and woof,
There runs a thread of gold that glitters fair, And sometimes in the pattern shows most sweet Where there are sombre colors." Dark clouds must appear in the life of each, and one of the great lessons of life is to learn to bear disappointments philosophically, not sit down with folded hands and watch the clouds approaching until our vision becomes obscured. There is sunshine in the lives of each and every one if they will but see it, and banish vain regrets and useless repinings. Inertia causes a vast deal of trouble. "Lose this day loitering, t'will be the same story To morrow, and the rest more dilatory The indecision brings its own delays. Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! What you can do or think you can, begin it! Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin it, and the work will be completed." Fortunately the day of fine ladyism has passed and there are noble women who are not afraid nor ashamed to take upon themselves the duties and responsibilities of life, women who do their work well and faithfully, duties that perhaps in themselves are not noble, but by the manner in which they are done the work in itself is elevated. The common laborer who does his work well and to the best of his ability is more to be commended than the President who puts but half his energy in his duties. What can be more pitiful than the apathy and utter uselessness of the would-be fine lady who is _ennuied_ to the last degree; one perhaps with |
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