Crying Over Spilt Milk

There are some people so unfortunately constituted Umt they cannot as easily appreciate the blessings that belong to them as those which they have misoed ; who are perpetually groaning over something lost, or denied, or wasted, to the disparagemcnt of the goods the gods have provided. If a disli is broken or a garment reet, instead of quietly niaking the best of it, since no amount of chafing or crying will restore any injured article to its priMJne glory, they recur again and again to the disaster, till oue might suppose nothing less than a convulsión of nature wonld demand such a hue and ery. A stolen purse is a text on which infinite changes may be run among this class and one might believe that the loss of a night's sleep could be readily repaired by weeping and gnashing of teeth, while the lamentations of Jeremiah are weak compared to the bewailing they make over a ruined enterprise or a iickle lover. "We have gains ibr all onr losses," says the verse, but surely the gain is not to be secured by niaking ourselves and everybody about us miserable on account of our mishaps ; the one who bears -vitli fortitude calamities which, great or sniall, are beyond her control, wins whatever advantage there is to be derived rom them, and makes adversities, no less than prosperity, minister to her development. Il' our friends disaipoint us, bemoaniDg will not recompense us; if "youth, the dream, departa," deploring it will only hasten the ravages of time ; if moths corrupt our furs, fretring will not act as an exterminator ; though the early frost kills our favorlte roots, "for violets dead, the sweetestsliowcrs can ne'er make grow again." Although we are well aware that crying over spilt milk is but so much wasted time and energy, yet many of us practite it with a total disregard of consequences, which would be heoric if used in a more unselfish cause. Iu the meanwhile there is a sort of hopeless pleasnre iu sorrowing over the spilt uiilk, which howcver blue or sour it may have secmed when ours, becomes all that ruilk sliould bc the instant it leaves ur grasp. "Blessings brighten as they take their flight," and sometimes it ia only vvjen we have lost a thiug that we grow cap;:ble of estimating its vlue. and discover how necessary it was to our well-being. It is cold comfort, perhaps, but one which we are apt to hug, to reflect with bitterncss upen wbat a different aspect the world -vvould wear for us if certain pails of milk we wot of had not miscarried ; if Angelina had married old Goldpül, instead of a country parson; if Aunt Goodenough had remembered us in her will, instead of the Feejee Isjanders ; if the lover of our youth liad proposed in person, instead of .rusting tendm :vowals to the mercies of the postman. - Harpcr's Bazar. ■ ♦ ïhe Haytian Princess Soulouque, who is traveling in this country under hev late husband's name, Lubin, will go f rom New York in a day or two to Philadelphia, thïnce to Washingt n and Cbicago, and back to Hayti again early next maath.