The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1856-11-20
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Can MeIp you!


Can help you! Just say the word
There speaks the whole-souled whole heart.
ed man-the man whose very shadow is
worth more than the body, soul and estate
personal and spiritual, of two, thirds Of the
human race bearing that name. How he
lifts the desponding spirit of his brother in
trouble. All day he has met with cold eyes
cold smiles. cold words, cold bows and cold.
er sympathy. Men fly him because they
heard that he was unfort tun0te, and--be q
villain, thief, murderer, says the world
in action, but don't be unfortunate. I'll lend
you ten thousand ifyou are worth fifty; il
you are unfortunately very poor myself
would like to help you--could have done so
three days ago, or three hours ago-but pos.
itively haven't got three cents, nor shan't
be in possession Of that amount while
your misfortune lasts. If your old aunt
dies, or your old uncle, or, in fact, anybody
who chooses to leave you large fortune,
why just call upon me; I'll manage to have
. little loose change on hand.
But, look! yonder comes bread shou
dered, frank browed man, who meets his
poor brother with hearty slap on the shoul-
der, and, Can help you! just say the word.
DON'T be afraid now; whats your trouble!
Out with it, and ifyou'd like little cash
Just say So, Don't be down cast; what If
you have failed in your expectations once,
twice Or thrice! Havn't some of our mos,
successful merchants done the same thing!
made the same mistakes! And where
would they have been if they hadn't found
friends! Come, what do you want how
much? He don't clap his hands on his pock-
etwith styx-like frown that says as plain
'ly as if he had brawled it out in your ear, no
entrance here. He is not one of those dys-
speptic, cross grained, sorly, monied ma
chimes, that squeezes sixpence till it
sgueals, and reads d newspaper with a
greedy yoracious eagerness, for fear he will
not get his two cents worth. He lives for
something else, that man, than gain. His
passport to Heaven is written on his face,
his religion on the hearts of the downcast
and sorrowing-in the homes he has made
happy by his benevolence. 1a .g
Can i help you! @ ~. ase 3
Z" Write the words in golden letters, for
they are only heard on rare occasions. The
sneer, the scorn, the doubt, the REFUSAL
= they come with every night fall and sun. ri,
sing. .Niggards grow like mushrooms; but
angels are scarce. Niggards can never
look beyond themselves, their own comfort,
= their own convenience; no matter who
= starves next door, they scatter curses in dis.
couragements. and blight, God only knows,
how many gentle hearts. They never say,
Can | help him! but, he's down., let's kick
him.
re But the angelic ministry Of those helpers
70 humanity, men who believe they were
Entrusted with powers the gods might envy,
= that they might be used for some good pur,
pose--what shall we say of them9 how give
!, them the burning praise they merit! Good,
> whole souled, generous man. the angels and
ieGnd himself smiles approval when, with
beaming eyes and hopeful words, you said
% the dispirited brother, Car Ihefp you!--
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