Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1854-04-01


SPEAK KISDBY.-From pretty little arti-
Gle that came under our notice not long since,
termed ga Travel TriAe,' we CLEANED the SEN
timent; Gle that has dried single tear has
not lived in vain" With the cleaning, came
thoughts of our own = remembrances of
hearts rich in sympathy, who in days gone by
had given us kind words and loving smiles,
soothing US in our desolation; and though
words came not in return, for there are times
when grief is too deep even for grateful utter
ance, we feel the pulsations of our heart beat
ing less wildly. as we were comtorted with
the thoughts that there We're still left us stran-
ger-friends to care for us, though our loved
ones were sleeping low in the grave. We
know well the value of kind words. We
have tasted their power upon a weary heartin
sad and troubled hours. There is magic spell
in soft and gentle words. We who have felt
their influence should never forget the chord it
awakened in our own hearts-should never
forget to awaken i'll other hearts the same rich
music
Now and then, there are plants that spring
into greater vigor, if the heavy pressure of a
footstep brushes them; but, Oh! there are
others, that even the dew-drops bend to the
earth. Thus it is with the human heart
Sometimes, thoughrarely we meet with spirits
high, following ever the true and the right
whom nothing can daunt. If crushed to the
dust they viii rise again, and fling far from
them the bitter remembrance of the past, go
ON their way unmurmuring, with stronger
faith and more perfect trust. But oftener we
meet with gentle spirits, who; like the frail
flower of the early spring time, can scarcely
bear the pearls of the light dew. Then let us
ever speak kindly This world of ours is full
of sorrowful ones who have need of sympathy.
A smile or a word may cheer them on their
way.
Speak kindly to the young. Oh, cast not a
cloud voer chlldhood's hours. Enough Of
sorrow will come, by and by, to sadden the
spirit, and we do wrong if we cherish not the
young heart in its joyousuess and purity.
Speak kindly to the old. Soothing words
cost us nothing, and they fall like blessing
upon the ears of the aged. Never, oh never
pass them by with careless, slight, cold,
tone. Never forget that the sunshine of their
life is past, that there are few flowers left for
them to gather, and that they are worn and
weary.
Speak kindly to the orphaned ones. They
have need of sympathy, for around their path
way dark clouds have gathered. The chain
that bound their household bond is severed
The hearth-stone around witch they were
wont to cluster is desolate.
Ere these loved ones passed away, there
were harpstrirgs vibrating for them alone
Now they have only the echo of rich music
past. Then speak gently, speak soothingly to
the orphan
Speak kindly to the invalid. Ye may not
know how slowly the weary hours pass by
when health and strength are gone. Ye may
not know how, one by one, LIES joys decay,
"a. y.~..I
ened strife. Then give kind words to the
invalid ones. They will be to them bright
sunbeams in their shaded path, soft rays of
moonlight in their night of life, and thus their
faith in the good and beautiful will be strength
ened, and their hours of pain seem less weari-
some
Speak kindly to the stranger-and let it
matter not whether he be rich or poor-speak
kindly, even though he seem naughty and
cold. Every heart hath its burden of care
every heart hath its bitterness, and we may
not know the depth of feeling struggling with
in the soul. Gentle words may touch the
heart-thev cost us nothing.
Let lis speak kindly ever-not to the loved !
ones only, but to all who may chance to come
within our pathway. Let us cherish the
magic power of a soft, low tone. 1t will bring
around us loving hearts.
Let sympathy for Earth's saddened ones
gush from the soul, all pure and free, and thus
the good we might do here will not be marred
by harsh words. Percbance we may cheer
one sorrowing spirit-bind up one breaking
heart-dry one tear, and then "we shall not
have lived in vain"
A LOST GLAss.-Coming hastily into a
chamber, had almost thrown down a crystal
hour glass--fear lest had, made me grieve,