St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-02-09

fact that the best things often go I'M
chronicled. The thousand little deeds
of Christian love, which are being
wrought every day, are not told in the
Tribune or the Times, though they go
down in the recording angels book, in
the column which is headed, ''Inasmuch
as We have done it unto one of the least
of these my brethren, We have done it
unto me-"
A young girl arrives at home after Il
fatiguing journey. She steps from the
cars into the waiting-rOom at the depot.
There are but few moments between
herself and dear ones whom she longs
to see, mother, sisters and little brother.
The first person she encounters is for
lorn and troubled stranger, an elderly
lady, quite unused to travelling, and as
helpless and confused as a child. The
timid flustered, appealing look of the
woman, who bas been shaken rudely
out of all the ordinary experiences and
surroundings of her life, and who has
missed the train which she ought to
have taken, awakens an instant sympa-
thy in the girl. She is not confused, or
helpless, or timid, though her years
have not gone far into the twenties.
She knows what to do, and how to do
it, and no hurry or hustle of entering
or departing trains disturbs her tranquil
self-poise. Now, what has she to do
with the stranger, in the quaint dress,
with the half dozen bags and bundles.
1t is clearly somebody's else aunt OF
grandmother, and not hers. Neverthe-
less, she has learned the sweet lesson,
that on life's path, the Christians are
they who follow Christ, and extend the
helping hand. So she puts by for lit
tie longer, the anticipated pleasure of
the meeting with her own loved ones,
and carefully guides this unknown
friend to a safe place, to another rail
way station, or wherever she wants to
go, and sends her on her way rejoicing
Two hearts are happier for this meet
ing, the one that gave, and the one that
received. A chance meeting as we call
it, and yet the woman who found the
help she needed, might well take up
the words of David to Abigail, "Bless-
ed be the Lord God of Israel, who sent
thee to meet me, this day."
A child has lost her way. The weary
feet wander aimlessly up and down I'M
familiar streets. Tears dim the bright
eyes. She cannot find the house she
left awhile ago, as fearless and as hap
ply as a bird. Between her sObs she
sees kind looking lady, with a moth
er-lOOk on her face approaching, and
she goes up to her with the pitiful
question:
won't you tell me where live ~
The lady, who is not herself over-strong
spends time and pains to find the small
wanderers home, and at last reluctant
ly gives her into the care of a friendly
large enough to be told by the types,
yet its like is done every day.
A man returning at night from his
business, anxious to be under the shell
ter of his roof and at his own table, finds
in a street car sick woman with a
crippled child. Both have journeyed
many miles, and at dusk are uncertain
how to reach the brothers house, which
is their objective point. They have
not the slightest claim on the man of
whom they ask question as to the
route, yet he goes far out of his way,
and spends two hours to see them safe
ly to their destination.
These three instances belong to a
list which we might easily multiply by
the scores. The world is after all a
bright and lovely place for Christ's
love has made joyous and charming.
Wherever his name has been spoken,
there constantly are delicate courtesies
and tender ministries performed for
His Christian Weekly.