The Yazoo Democrat., 1854-02-22

Con HELP TIE PooR.--Aye! keep il alive in
your hearts-help the poor. Leave your fire
side, and your crowd OF Other comforts and luxu-
ry to thrust your nose out in the night air for
moment; let the clustering wind and doenching
shower come rushing on anl beating against you'
to chill your blood and force you back with a
sh1dder, and God help the poor" on your lips.
Fasten the shutter draw closer the curtains, keep
out the III 1ught of the black night and the north
wind and the pattaring roin bnng nearer your
chains 10 Tie cheerful bright glare of The coal-fre,
form happy ring of home hearts and home feel
ngs on the hearts, and as you lock round soul
glad and thankful at the picture, turn your
thoughts for an instant to the poor. TO The mis-
cradle novels let them travel on such night, in
TO which there comes bullying wind unobstruct
ed where the bitter air forces through a thou
sand crannies on roof and wall aud crokea win
dow, to freeze he blood Of young children, there
in that corner huddled together in pite Of rags,
and clinging to the mother for the warmth her
feeble frame cannot impart. They have no fire
in their small stove-not stick with which
to thaw their rigid limbs, and raise a flame by
which to show each others starveling features.
Crouch down full in the heart of your CRATE, stir
up fierce light in the chimney, and keep 'help
the poor" alive in you hearts.
Wrap around you your warm cloak and put
on your winter bonnet, and hurry with me on
an errand of mercy into crozy garret, with its
crazied furniture the little there is and pinched
cold look of neat poverty. Here lives-lives
here starves widow. who has spent her last five
cents this morning, to give bread to her children
Where shall the next come from They are ask
ing for more, and she has none to give them
She has applied for relief, but it is slow in COM
ing, for the dispensers of city alms-easy, slug
gish souls-are not hungry and shivering. and
ill-olad. and they take their time to make inqui-
ries The widows heart is breaking and she
presses the youngest to the well-nIgh milkless
breast--praying to Him who feedeth the ravens
to have mercy on these little ones--she whispers
to the others that the good man is coming soon.
Look on this picture, on your tables luxuries
and plentiness at home, on YOUR children, and
keep alive in your hearts-"Help the poor"
Think of them always with thoughtful pray
er that YOU are not Of them. but a firm will TO
do what you may for their help. Think Of them
in your warm chamber by night, when your
head sinks on the pillow, and you pull your Gov
ering over You: think of themold age and in
fants. and what should be the pride Of youth
lying shivering for the lack ofthat you are now
enjoying at home. Think of the poor. as your
fastidioils eyes run over the rich viands on your
table: think of the starving thousands that such
overabundance would nourish. and save, and
make sturdy again to battle with the world
Think as you muffle your form in costly wrap
pings of those that are nigh nude Of such as viii
keep the mad Wind and rain from playing on
their flesh; think on the desolate homes hope
deferred, sinking hearts. palsed bodies, misery,
death. unmarked graves. which winter ever
brings as its tokens on its pitiless mission
Think out of your abundance Of suficiency, what
YOU can well spare for your suffering kind
think. and give. Do not let God help the Poor!'
find It's death as its echo dies on the lips, the IN
slant after its birth in your hearts. Gods help