Connecticut western news., 1891-09-17

words of Isaiah are being fulfilled when he says, The carpenter encouraged the goldsmith, and he that smooths with the hammer him that sInote the anvil saying, it is ready for the soldering What is the matterf It seems to me our old world is picking up Why, the millennium must be coming in. Kind ness has gotten the victory"
 My hearers, you know and know we are far from that state of things But why not inaugurate new dispen- sation of geniality9 If we cannot yet have millennium on a large scale, let us have it on small scale. and under our own vestments. Kindness! If this world is ever brought to God that is the thing that will do it. You cannot fret the world up. although you may fret the world down. You cannot scold 1t into excellence or reformation or god Illness
 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 you wish you had my power2 Why. when l start they hail me by storm signals all along the coast I can twist off ships mast as easily as 8 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 I am the terror of all invalidism. and to fight me back forests must be cut down for fires, and the mines of con tinents are called on to feed the fur naces. Under my breath the nations crouch into sepulchers Don't you wish you had my powerG" said the east wind.
 The west wind made no answer, but started on it's mission, coming some. where 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 hilltops, and the nations lifted their foreheads into the light, and the earth had a doxol- ogy for the sky, and the sky an anthem for the earth, and the warmth, and the sparkle, and the gladness, and the foliage, and the flowers, and the fruita and the beauty. and the life were the only answer the west wind made to the insolence of the east winds inter rogation.
 JOHN HOWARD, FLORENCE N1GHTIN
 GALK AND IDA LEWIS.
 Kindness to alll Surely 1t ought not to be a difficult grace to culture when we see towering above the centuries such an example that one glimpse of It ought to melt and transform all nar tions. Kindness brought our Lord from heaven. Kindness to miscreants. kindness to prosecutors, kindness to the crippled. and the blind. and the cata- leptic, and the leprous, and the drop sical, and the demoniacal characterized him all the way, and on the cross, kindness to the the bandits suffering on the side of him, and kindness to the s1ecutioners while yet they pushed the spear, and hammered the spikes, and howled the blasphelnies.
 All the stories of the John Towards, and the Florence Nightingales, and the Grace Darlings. and the Ida Lewises pale before the transcendent 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 horizontal timber of the cross with that cruel thuInpl thump! now stretches down from the skies those same hands filled with balm for all our wounds, forgiveness for all our crimes. rescu. for all our serfdoms.
 And while we take this matchless kindness from God, may 1t be found that we have uttered our last bitter word, written our last cutting para. graph, done our last retaliatory action. felt our last revenYeful heart throb. And it would not be bad epitaph for any of us if by the grace of God from, tkk4o C1Iu0 AOI LII WO hNCA ooSh OOAObSS'h' lives that the tombstones chisel colild
 appropriately cut upon the plain slab
 that marks our grave a 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 Medi-
 terranean Euroclydons. not until all the thrones of heaven are mounted, and
 all the conquerors crowned, and all the
 harps and trumpets and organs of heaven are thrurnmed or blown or
 sounded, aud the rinsoms'd of all
 climes and ages are in full chorus
 under the iubilant swing of angelic baton. and we shall for thousands
 of years have seen the river from
 under the throne rolling into the
 ''sea of glass mingled with ire," and
 this world we now inhabit shall be so
 far in the past that only stretch of
 celestial memory can recall that it ever
 existed at all Not until then will we
 understand what Ne.,elliah calls the
 great kindness" and David calls '.the marvellous kindness" and Isaiah calls "the everlasting kindness" of Godi