Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1883-01-04
WINSTON, N. c., THURSDAY, JANUARY 4, 1858.

VINO mas DOrEe CHe common peoples |
burden of hard labor and scant pay,
knows best the value of loving
deed. BLESSED are the poor In spir-
1t. for theirs is the kingdom of heay-
en-" To-day a beggar stands upon
the starlit streets of Jerusalem at the
rich mans gate, to-morrow herepos-
es In the bosoms of Abraham. Vaina
are the splenders and pageants of
mortality. ssConsider the lilies how
they grow; they toll not, they spin
not, and yet I say unto you that
Solomon in all his glory was not ar
rayed like one of these.o Nature af-
fords abundant examplesof goodness.
Earth itself whose bossm In earlysl
spring we rend with steel. yields
sslare,agh her; scalA tine s.sssrvsst Of au-
tts1nzn The chained lightning flashes
around a grateful globe whispers of
good will to men. The imprisoned
elements float the commerce of the
world. Life opens tho.sand ave-
nues down which humanity may go
and spread blossoms.
NO RING CORNERS THE MARKET
BOEs CHARITY.
Congresses for Universal Peace
are open to- those whose hearts bleed
at the sight, of an Earth ploughed
by shot and shell Asylums can be.
erected, to shelter those whose men,
tai and, optical vision the wisdom of
God has enveloped with darkness un-
utterable. Across q sea continent
whose conscience is asleep awaits the
gospel oflight. Across the Threshold
of the palaces of the rich shadows
still fall from hospitals of pain. A
whole race like snow upon the hill
side when the sun is warm is melt
ing away In our very midst. The
children of poverty grow around us
like the rank weeds of nature. The
poor arc always with us. At peri
cd in my life when the mailed hand,
of misfortune was laid heavily upon
me, [ determined that near Christ
mastide in every year, would add
something to the mite of joy which
falls to the lot of the Orphan chill
dren of our state. In obedience to
that sentiment, I am here Perhaps
in the sad soft twilight of a summer
that will color the grass above my
grave. some desolate widow, some
friendless orphan may breath upon
| it the benediction, Gle was just
| Napoleon amid &c setssp nTss III Tie
Capital of Russia beheld at distance
a foundling hospital in flames. &C.,"
said he, "and enquire what has be-
come of the unfortunate inmates of
yonder building?" IF he amid the
desolation Of decaying greatness,
with the memory of Austerlitz fad
ing from him, and the shadow of
Waterloo creeping upon him, scould
seek the narcotic of happy charity,
what shall we do for our unfortu-
nate little ones in land where all is
peace, and all is plenty. In the
midst of a large grove, upon a COM
handing height, overlooking the
/ pleasant town of Oxford stands
THE ORPHAN AsYLUM.
Nature has combined her forces to
render the spot attractive. Giant
oaks, the product of centuries over
shadow the ground. Pure water
flows from fountains of inexaustible
supply. The land is rosy with health
The inmates are the wards of the
State. The orphanage of poverty
and the orphanage of patriotism
share alike its hospitable shelter. Al
though the Asylum is the property
of the Fraternity, admission is with.
out ceremony and is the common
heritage of all the afflicted sons anc
daughters Of men. The work il
largely sustained by the generosit,
of the public. Contributions ar,
eleerfully made and thankfully re
eeiyed. It is work in which al
can engage without rivalry, withou
bitterness, without disappointment
, Every penny given-is ON dead ley
ell of equality, with every other pen
n.y.. For every contribution the do
E nor receives dividend in the form
: ofa lighter heart, an easier conscience
Now while
THE PROCESSION OF THE FATHER
LESS
passes let Philosophy stand on. tip
/, toe and mediate. The father of thi
one sleeps upon the immortal height
2 of Gettysburgh, of that one unde
the dust of sobscurity. A human sou
was released from mortal bondage
: giving birth to another, while thi
t little one is the very FIRST of its nam,
|, Behold the descendant of pampel
E ed aristocracy in close communio
a with the last of a race of peasant
, All classes and conditions Of peop
have contributed their quota to con
plete the touching spectacle, Hell
e less waits upon the soil of time WI
Z in the name of God shall humapil
!. befriend, If you it leaves to Il
y pitiless winds and waves Of chan,
: and chance?h The radiance of R
g demption's Star 1882 years ago e d
v Oh ~ - -, lxvnJ The