Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-09-14

DacK, ana put on soiIu SIOunu enoo no'
uninteresting quadruped. That was the
spirit that was manifested by my de-
parted friend Hon. Alexander 81. Steph-
ems, OF Georgia, land lovelier man never
exchanged earth for heaven, when OF
Washington. A senator's wife who told
my wife OF the circumstances, said 10
him: 'Mr. Stephens, come and see my
dead canary bird" And he answered:
"No, could not look at the poor thing
without crying" That is the spirit
that Grant showed when at the surren-
der at AppomattoX he said to General
Lee: "As many OF your soldiers are
farms rs and will need the horses and
mules to raise the crops to keep their
families from suffering next winter, let
each confederate who can claim horse
or mule take 1t along with him.
That is the spirit which last night ten
thousand mothers showed to their sick
children coming to give the drink at
| the twentieth call as cheerfully and as
tenderly as at the first call.
Suppose all this assemblage, and
all to whom these words shall
come by printers type, should resolve
to make kindness an overarching, I'M
der-girding and all-pervading principle
of their life and then carrying out the
resolution, why, In six months the
whole earth would feel it. People
would say: "What is the matter? 1t
seems to me that the world is getting to
be better place to live in. Why, HE
after all is worth living. Why, there Is
Shylock, my neighbor. has Withdrawn
his lawsuit of foreclosure against that
man and because he has had SO much
sickness in his family he is going TO
have the house for one year rent free.
There is an old lawyer in that young
lawyers Office and do you know what
he has gone in there for? Why, he Is
helping fix up case which is too big
for the young man to handle and the
white-haired attorney is hunting up
previous decisions and making out a
brief for the boy.
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
power? Why, when / start they hail
me by storm signals all along the coast.
I can twist of ships mast as easily as
cows hoof cracks an alder. With one
sweep of my wing, have strewn the
coast from Newfoundland to Key West
with parted ship-timber. I can lift and
have lifted the Atlantic Ocean. l am
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 sep
ulchres. Don't you wish you had my
power?" said the East wind. The West
wind made no answer, but started on it's
mission, coming somewhere out of the
rosy bowers Of the sky, and all the rivers
and lakes and seas smiled at its COM
ing. 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 anthem for the earth, and the warmth
and the sparkle and the gladness and the
foliage, and the flowers, and the fruits,
and the beauty, and the life, were the
only answer the West wind made to the
insolence Of the East winds lnterroga-
ton.
Kindness to all! Surely 1t ought not
to be 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 nations. Kind
ness brought our Lord from Heaven.
Kindness tqmiNesrea 90 s6uGt ieaR4sSte aeS-
the blind, and the cataleptic and the
lemons and tho dropsical, and the |
demonlacal characterized him all
the way, and on the Cross,
kindness 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
howlcd the blasphemes. All the stories
of the John Towards and the Florence
Nlghtingales and the Grace Darllngs
and the Ida Lewises pale before this
transcendant example OF him whose
birth and life and death are the great
est story that the world ever heard, land
the theme of the mfghtiest 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 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 kindness
from God, may it be found that we have.
uttered our last bitter word, written our
last cutting paragraph, done our last re-
taliatory action, felt our last revenge
full heart-throb. AS it would not be a
bad epitaph for any of US II 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 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 Mediter-
ranean 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 thummed or blown or sound
ed. and the ransomed Of all climes and
AGES are In full chorus under the jubi-
liant swing of angelic baton, and we
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