Discontent: Chronic With Some
Discontent: Chronic With Some [1]
'Some people are never content with their lot, let what will happen. Clouds and darkness are over their heads, alike whether it rain or shine. To them every incident is an accident, and every accident a calamity. Even when they have their own way, they like it no better than your way, and, indeed, consider their most voluntary acts as matters of compulsion. We saw a striking illustration the other day of the infirmity we speak of in the conduct of a child, about three years old. He was crying because his mother had shut the parlor door. 'Poor thing,' said a neighbor, compassionately, 'ye have shut the child out.' 'It's all the same to him,' said the mother; 'he would cry if I called him in and then shut the door. It is a peculiarity of that boy, that if he is left rather suddenly on either side of a door, he considers himself shut out, and rebels accordingly.' There are older children who take the same view of things.'
