The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-12-27

together like animals, in bare huts where the hot summer sun torments them, and the winds of winter make them Shiver day and night They live like rats. Creating an impure atmosphere they are the first to be smitten by a pestilence, and suffer most.
 From these huts they issue, some in the day, some in the night searching for something to sustain life They go on various errands some to labor some to steal; to black boots sell newspapers, or to grind out their lives in some mighty factory while their "heart's blood splashes up from the wheels" into the faces of their employers. And that too for a bare pittance; hardly enough to keep life heaving within its prison, let alone giving them strength to labor. Things ought not to be thus, but yet they are too visible to be mistaken. The wealthy baron who counts his money by the thousands justi6es himself by logic of his own for nothing is easier than for man to justify himself in his own eyes and wastes precious little sympathy on them in the way of help.
 They who claim to be religious give lavishiy to foreign charity, but when asked to help their own poor, whom they perhaps nave helped to make, :hey close their purses mumbling something about hard times. Hard times Yes, to the poor when they petition the charity oi their brother men.
 Is not this strange condition of affairs? That foreigners whom we have never known, in whose veins flows a blood perhaps antag gonistic to our own, appeal more readily to our charity than the poor of kindred blood, born be- meath the same sky with us, and nurtured on the same soil. Deny it, ye who may would to God it were not sol How. ever such charity may seem to others, it does not seem to me like charity but more like sickly affee,ation, cone to be seen of men," and, (shall say itO because it is fashionable "Aye, there's the rub l'-Because it is fashionable Here is sin that destroys all the good there is in man, and makes him a worshiper of vain shadows and hollow formulas. Fashion, thou curse of society Thou art canker that eats out every good quality of the human heart. But we are told in excuse, the heathen must have the light of the gospel, or die in his sins. A weak argument this; for are we all out of our sins and our sins out of us What we sinners, go about preaching our good works and their sins, while our hearts are as vile as the contents Of a sepulchre Good God look all over our country, especially in our large cities and then tell me if there is a better chance among the heather than here to institute reform? If, reform begins at home, are we prepared to reform others? My friends, our work is not yet among the heather it is at our own hearthstones. The poor, the unfortunate, the houseless and homeless are all around us appealing to our humanity, and let them not appeal in vain! For the love of heaven, let fashion go, and sickly sentiment. Let us succor those who cry to us from the haunts of vice and poverty. If we believe in good works, let them be amongst our own poor, for where under heaven could charity be more 6tly bestowed, and beautiful because fitting? Build charity houses (might they not be made self sustaining ? ana give the poor employ. ment; build school houses and educate their children; and out of the filth and abomination of vice many will rise up to call you blessed.
 What you think they are a spurious people and cannot see any good they do :! Did not God make them and ought not that to be sufficient for us? He has use for them or He would certainly not have made them. The gentle Jesus taught humanity to the poor-indeed, was He not one of them! Have not many of the worlds great men (they who have made mans life more vener. able and caused the chords ofhuman love and kindness to vibrate more nobly within ss.) sprung from the ranks oi poverty? Howe'er foul the outside may seem thinly clad in rags; yet under meath dose rags and that rough exterior there beat as manly hearts, and as alive to every virtue, as ever throbbed beneath the silks and velvets of the royal houses
 But the only solution to the sorrows of the poor is-Help. There is no solution to it but this. They are our brothers