The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1842-06-09
KINDNESS.

hsnd words sfe very pfeeinuss yfttnfy
cost little. That is hard heart which 10
proui against them; and lhai 10 an unen-
sisble heart that rrpenls not Tor cruel
words hastily spoken. We all seknow-
Ledge that the sick should be addressed in
tones Of tenderness and sympathy; we
lore 10 brighten their eye and 10 make
lheirheavy heart leap; and we should des.
pise ourselves II we laid q feathers weight
Of sorrsw upon their bosons through our
unkindness. We can be kind 10 them
without irtnching upon our selfishness;
they are Two weak and snrowful 10 excite
our envy; they are not our rivals nov; The
helplessness Of suffering humanity awak-
ems our pity, and true pity 10 the sisier 81
lore. Besides. the s'illness Of sick
chamber snhdues our souls a. we enter
10. We feel as though we were standing
on The outer we'll Of mortal life-the verge
Of eternity; and WIN could entertain un-
kindness there! We are there schoolsd
into good behaviour. Bu, amid The driv
ing b1sls 81 busy life--where too often
man meets msn rs distinguished enemy.
and only considers how he may make
most II Lim-hnw he may advance bic
own interest q, The others cost, how sci.
DIM Is the genie spiri, Of kindness 10 be
found. Here and here che dwells within
: fayonred bosom; but so seldom is she
allowed to appear in The counting room or
workshop. that We forge, her beuignity
aud The wrchery Of her beauty.
A kind wnrd will make friend; enmity
and m,llcs flee beinre il. like tiends be-
fore an angel oflight. lipierces the hear,
~iihna, wounJing il; and the memory oi
il sbides lherc a. permanently as life. We
love The being who oiiers j.; though when
We laoked upon hin buis moment before,
We regarded him a. a stranger. he is now
brother. The voice is never sweetef
than when tits aitnnsd To kindness. Mo.
SIC 10 i,s daughter; and when The aTec-
tians 81 tie soul are touched by il, they
give forth vibrations oflove. delightful and
fsvishirg.
Hnw sad our lot. how dreary this
world. we're k,ndllness utterly unknown.
We were then men no more; but rather
akin To the wre,chrd spirits "who are
reserved 10 everlasting chains under dark
ness" How deep The gloom where the
sun Of love never shines! ahrrs no, a
gentle thought arises in The anguished
mind, where not a sympslhizing sound
soclhes the aching ear! Oh! the fear
fulne,, of the prison.house Of the lost
the abode of hatred, malice, curses and
rscriminalionsl A kind word there would
be a, strange as a sialess angel. Who
who would dwell e,ernslly where kind,
ness never comes!.
In this world there is so much need oi
sympathy and fellow feeling. tina. he is .
traitor To mankind who. by cold neglect
or studied scoIn. wrings and rends on
humble heart he nigh. have healed.
Creatures who are born Of the same dust.
breathing the same air. treading The same
worlds. proceeding to common grave.
weeping alike. rejoicing slike,--should
have as It we're but one heart, which
should ,hro5 with universal sympathy.
Would not earth then begin TO lo"k
something like heaven! Would not The
mlllenial sun rise TO the meridian!
lie who would withhold kind word
from his neighbour is a robber. The
Lord teach us 10 be kindly sfIeclionaIe
one 10 another. Presbyterian.