Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-09-14

said it was her right because she bette
understood fathers vertigo and rheuma
tism and poor spells and knew better hoy
| TO nurse him, and the only way the diff
| Guilty could be settled was by the old man
promise that he would divide the year int
three parts and spend third of his tim
with each one of them.
"And neighboring stores in the same lin
! Of goods on the same block are acting kind
/ ly to each other, and when one is a littl
short Of a certain kind of goods his neigh
Dor says, 4 will help you until you can re
plenish your Shelves 1t seems to me tina
those words of Isaiah are being fulfilled
when he says, The carpenter encouraged
| the goldsmith and he that smooths will
the hammer, him that smote the anvil
saying 1t Is ready for the soldering.
What is the matterS 1t seems to me ou
old world is picking up. Why, the mil
lennium must be coming in. Kindness ha.
gotten the victory"
My hearers, you know and ! know W.
are far from that state of things. But why
not inaugurate new dispensation of ge
niality. FIVE cannot yet have a millennium
on large SCALE let us have it ON a small
scale, and under our own vestments. Kind
nessl If this world is ever brought to Goo
that is the thing that will do it. You can
not fret the world up although you may
fret the world down. You cannot scold il
into excellence or reformation or goodness
FABLE OF THE WINDS.
The east wind and the west wind were
one day talking with each other, and the
east wind said to the west wind: Don't
xryiob boI h.,
start they hail me by storm signals all
along the coast. l can twist off ships
mast as easily as a cows hoof cracks an
alder. With one sweep of my wing have
strewn the coast from Newfoundland to
Key West with parted ship timber. can
lift and have lifted the Atlantic ocean.
ain the terror of all invalidism, and to fight
me back forests must be cut down for
fires, and the mines of continents are
called on to feed the furnaces. Under my
breath the nations crouch into sepulchres.
Don't you wish you had my powers" said
the east wind.
The west wind made no answer, but
started on its mission, coming somewhere
out of the rosy bowers Of the sky, and all
the rivers and lakes and seas smiled at It's
coming. The gardens bloomed, and the
orchards ripened, and the wheat fields
turned their silver into gold, and health
clapped its hands, and joy shouted from
the hill tops, and the nations lifted their
foreheads into the light, and the earth had
a doxology for the sky, and the sky an an
them for the earth, and the warmth and
the sparkle, and the gladness, and the foil
age and the flowers, and the fruits, and
the beauty, and the life, were the only an
swer the west wind made to the insolence
of the east winds interrogation.
Kindness to ALL Surely it ought not to
be a difficult grace to culture when we see
towering above the centuries such an ex
ample that one glimpse ought to melt and
transform all nations Kindness brought
our Lord from heaven. Kindness to mis-
creants, kindness to prosecutors, kindness
to the crippled and the blind, and the cat
aleptic, and the leprous, and the dropsical
and the demoniacal charactC rzed him all
the way, and on the cross, indness to the
bandits suffering on the side of him, and
kindness to the eXecutioners while yet
they pushed the spear, and hammered the
spikes, and howled the blasphemies.
All the stories of the John Towards and
the Florence Nightingales and the Grace
Darlings and the Ida Lewises pale before
this transcendant example of him whose
birth and life and death are the greatest
story that the world ever heard, and the
theme of the mightiest hosanna that heaven
ever lifted. Yea, the very kindness that
allowed both hands to be nailed to the hori-
zontal timber of the cross with that cruel
thumpl thump now stretches down from
the skies those same hands filled with balm
for all our wounds, forgiveness for all our
crimes, rescue for all our serfdoms.
And while we take this matchless kind
ness from God, may it be found that we
have uttered our last bitter word, written
our last cutting paragraph, done our last
retaiatory action, felt our last revengeful
heart throb. And it would not be bad
epitaph for any of us if by the grace of
God from this time forth we lived such
benefcent lives that the tombstone's chisel
could appropriately cut upon the plain
slab that marks our grave n suggestion
from the text, "He showed us no little
kindness"
But not until the last child of God has
got ashore from the earthly storms that
drove him on the rocks like Mediterranean
not until all the thrones Of
heaven are mounted, and all the conquerors
and all the harps and trumpets
and organs of heaven are thrummed or
blown or sounded, and the ransomed of all
climes and ages are in full chorus under
the jubilant swing of angelic baton, and
we shall for thousands Vt years have seen
the river from under the throne rolling
into the 'sea of glass mingled with fire."
and this world we now inhabit shall be so
far in the past that only stretch of celes
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at all, not until then will we understand
what Nehemiah calls "the great Kindness"
and David calls "the marvellous Kindness"
and Isaiah calls 'the everlasting kindness
Of Godl