Grumblers

How fnll the world is of grnmblers! Many of the sarne peoplo who scold in eummer beeause it is warm scold the next winter because it is cold. There is do point between zero and the niueties that stiits them. Whether the gray elouds yield raio or snowmakesno matter. Neither is wanted. If skies are nlear, somebody's cistern needs raio. If the showers desceud, somebody's feathers are ruined. It wonld add nmch to our happiness and detract ruuch froru the fatal tendeiicy to grow old if we wonld strive after couteDtnient and cease worrying over the inevitable. The truly happy are the happy go luoky, who take everything as it comes and make tho best of it. If it rains, all that is left to do is to put up urnbrella, if we ar so fortu nate as to have one, and trudge aloug. Wetfeetaud bedraggled skirts won'i kill one any more than poverty and drndgery will, if there is eomething witlliii ns too STtnshiny for poverty to cloud and too noble for drudgery to debase. The person who speuds his life scoiug becatise things don't go to suit bim is like the fly on the king's chariot wheel. Things may not be planned exactly for the comfort of the fly, btit his protest will nover stop the procession. The best taotics for flics and grumblers to pursue is to take what comes along