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Show There is much complaining that is not pronounced pro-nounced in character, and that seems to have a somewhat fair show of reason in it. There are real trials and disappointments, vexations and failures, which often appear to us to warrant open complaint or silent depression, and there arc seasons when gloom seems to overwhelm us like a thick cloud, which all the powers fail to penetrate or chase away. One idea, however, that is common to all complaints, whether small or great, reasonable or unreasonable, is that something or some one else is to blame for our unhappiness. If we could be convinced that we ourselves were the chief authors of it; that it sprang not from outward events or froin the conduct of others so much as from something some-thing within our own breasts; that it was, in fact, chiefly our own fault, and not other people's, and was what wc brought to the world instead of what the world brought to us. our complaints would have but little force, and would soon give place to self-examination self-examination and self-discipline. |
