The Caucasian. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1874-1875, 1874-09-12
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Accp All IHclE plcHSAuC JDOUKulb
and kind words about man bot.
tied and sealed up until he is dead,
when they come and break the bot
tie over his coffin aud bathe his
shroud in fragranceli Many a man
goes through life with scarcely one
bright, cheering, encouraging, help
full word. He tolls hard and in low.
~ obscurity. He gives out his life
freely and unstintcdly for others
| remember such q man. lie was
not brilliant; he was not great !;
but ho was faithful. He had many
things to discourage him. Troubles
thickened about bis life. He was
misrepresented and misunderstood.
Every body believed that he was
good man, but no one ever said a
kindly or pleasant thing to him.
He never heard compliment
scarcely q good wish. No one ever
took any pains to encourage him, to
strengthen his feeble knees, to
tighten his bardens, or to lift up
his heart by a gentle deed of love,
or by cheerful word. He was neg
lected. Unkind things we're often
said of him.
l stood BY his coffin, and then
there were many tongues to speak
his praise. There was not breath
of aspersion in the air. Men spoke
of self denials, Of his work among
the poor, of his good qualities, of
his quietness, his modesty, his hu.
mility, his pureness Of heart, his
faith and prayer. There were many
who spoke Indignantly of the char.
ges that falsehood had forged
against him IN past years, and of
the treatment he had received
There were enough kind things said
during the two or three days that
he lay in the coffin, and while the
company stood around his open
grave, to have blessed him and
made him happy all his fifty years,
and to have thrown sweetness and
joy about his soul during all his
painful and weary journey. But
his ears were closed then, and could
not hear a word that was spoken.
His heart was still then, and could
not be thrilled by the grateful
sounds. He cared nothing then for
the sweet flowers that wero piled
upon his coffin. The love blossomed
out too late. The Kindness came
when the life could not receive it's
blessing.
And | said then that would not
keep all my kind words, and all
ny pleasant thoughts and feelings,
about my neighbor, locked up in
ny breast till he is dead. They
will do him nolgood then. His dead
land cannot feel the warm pressure.
ient)e words will not make his pale,
odd face glow. It will be too late,
when ho lies in his coffin, to seek to
make him happy, to lift the shad-
'ws of his lite, or to brighten his
,ath.
1t costs but little to give men a I
'reat deal Of joy and help. One
'rought a bunch of flowers to nv 8
able, and for a whole week they ;
lied my room with fragrance. One r
7rote me a cheering letter, breath Il
1g a spirit of gratitude and love. Q
came when I was weary and de- .
ressed, and was like the meal pre-
ared by the angel for the old i,
rophet. l went on it's blessed \
trength for many days. One met D
'e on the street and spoke an en- d
'uraging word and grasped me
armly BY the hand; and for hours it
felt that warm grasp and heard Il
'at word echoing through my soul. q
little child may brighten scores = =
lives every day. There is not a. a
'e Of US who may not gladden. and OF
rengthen many a heart between e
'e:y rising and setting sun. Why u u
|Ould We not live to bless the liz. ~
e, to cheer the disheartened, to tc