Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-12-04
BETWEEN OURSELVES.
Charity is Of many kinds.


1t is called "cold"
But taken in some moods the world is
warm and responsive and comes to the
rescue of its hapless and unfortunate
brethren with spontaneity that bellies
the current proverb.
Yet In this same "wOrld' where the
temperature is so chilling how intuitively
you turn to few men whose hearts will
always warm to the cause of charity as
Mac Callum More treasured jeanne Deans
that his heart would warm at the sight of
the familiar tartan until twas cold in
death.
There is our First Citizen
Did anyone ever appeal to him in vain,
and did he ever so much as suspect the
need of any one without relieving it?
When you take a retrospect of
his career, there is long role of varied
and eminent services Illuminating the
record. Yet transcending all this illus
trious biography is the comparatively IN
chronicled charity of his great heart. In
his countenance one has, as Sir Philip
Sydney puts it:
"a full assurance given by books,
Continual comfort in face,
The lineaments of Gospel books
The old nobility of France is now
mourning the death of the Due de Chaul-
mes, the only surviving son of the Ouch
esse de Chevreuse. He was nine and
twenty, and at eighteen had enlisted in
the Franco-Prussian war, with his broth
er, the illfated Due de Luynes, who was
shot at the battle of Patay. Rumo1
had it that he was killed while
turning his back on the enemy
His mother hearing the news went in
search Of the body, and finding it just as
he was buried in the frozen ground,
scarcely changed, she brought him home.
The gates of the Chateau de Damp1erre
were thrown open and the coffin of the
Due de Luynes was uncovered, with the
torn and blood clotted breast of the uni
form in full view, proving that he had
died leading his men.
This is the heroic record of one son,
while of the other, the Due de Chaulnes,
lately deceased, tits written
ellis death will be very keenly felt by
the poor. He was the most benevolent
man, and like the representatives of the
old aristocratic families he spent large
portion of his yearly revenues in rehev-
ing the sufferings of those who
were unfortunate, or unable to provide
for their daily wants."
Which of these two records would you
care to have?
Death on the field of honor, or death
with this fine investment in eternal
values?
All life may be made the field of hon
or, as our First Citizen illustrates, and of
all his history tits charity in its compre-
hensive sense, which gives flavor to his
character surprising all the rest, if you
look at it in the light of the divine en-
phasis.
Lately a case of cumulative misery
through death and restitution made an
appeal to few charitable men Inevita-
BILE.
1t had got beyond the help of little
group of philanthrophic women, and as
usual there is goodly number of men
you can always count on in such an emer-
gency.
The junior member of banking tri-
umvirate seems to give very benson to
the day when you meet him. His fine
figure, handsome head, Mendelssohn- ish
face and magnanimous bearing are
strangely fasclnating-for you find your
self recalling the kindly looks, and each
gesture, and mannerism of this magnetic
man.
1t IS said that contemplation of any
object is apt to impart to ourselves a
tinge of that objects archeus.
Suppose we set him up for that purpose
Did he give anything?
Aye, that he did, four times the stipu-
lated mulct. You mightknow he would.
And yet, bless his good heart, he isn't
rich as the world rates it.
In the public buildings the men
are begged for everything, almost
to insolvency. Still there is sell
dom a refusal to real charity.
In the Market House, he of the splendid
hazel eyes and impressive quiet manner
responded with an interest that was
touching in its sincerity. Right and left
they gave what was asked, and one who
had no reason to like the asker, doubled
the aims with an alacrity that proved he
was of Christian temper to say the least,
and his kind action smote the heart Of
the aforesaid asker to the degree that
hereafter the key is changed for him, and
distortion and ridicule are not.
Among the contributors was one lady
who may be described as having the finest
complexion in st. Paul. She is no longer
young, but time has forgotten to take
from her expressive face the exquisite
tints of youth. The coloring is so deli
cately blended by natures cunning
hand that it ought to be the despair of
simulators with their gross counterfeits.
Perhaps it is.
A hint might help some of them-and