The Forrest City times., 1891-09-18

dtateo the whole naturo, oll throuGn and clear. on till the sunset o1 our earthly existence. Kindnessl am ro. solved to get it. Are you resolved to get 1t? It does not come by hap-has- gard, but through culture under the Divine help. Thistles grow without culture. Rocky Mountain sage grass grows without culture. Mullen stocks grow without culture. But that great red rose in the conservatory, its leaves packed on leaves, deep-dyed as though it had been obliged to fight for its beauty and it were still reeking with the carnage of the battle, that rose needed to be cultured and through long years its floral ancestors were cultured. 0 Godl implant kiud- ness in all our souls, and then give us grace to watch it, to enrich it, to de- velop it!
 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 powerp Why, when | start they hail me by storm signals all along the coast can twist of ships mast as easily as cows hoof cracks an alder. With one sweep of my wing, 1 have strewn the coast from New foundland to Key West with parted ship-timbe 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 in sepul- chres. Don't you wish you had my power?" said the east wind. The west winu made no answer, but started on It's mission, coming somewhere out of che 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 tho 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 warmt tn, and the sparkle, and the gladness, and the foliage, and the flowers, and tho fruits, and the beauty, and the life, were the only answer the West wind made to the insolence of the East winds interrogation.
 Kindness to all Surely it 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 na- tious Kindness brought our Lord from Heaven. Kindness to mis- creants, kindness to prosecutors, kind- ness to the crippled and the blind and the cataleptic and the leprous and the dropsical, and the demoniacal ,l... .A~ ,..s l. ( l. the Cross, kindness to the bandits sui fering on the side of him. and kindness to the executioners while yet they pushed the spear and hammered tho spikes, and howled the blasphemies All the stories of the John Towards and the Florence Nightingales and the ises pale before this transcen- dant 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 kindness that allowed both hands to be nailed to the horizontal timber of the Cross with that cruel thump. thump! now stretches down from the skics those same hands filled with balm for all our wounds, forgiveness for all our crimes. rescue for all our serfdomA And while we take this mstchless kind. ness from God, may it be fouud that we have uttered our last bitter word, writ ten our last cutting paragraph, done our last retaliatory action, felt our last revengeful heart-throb. And it would not be a bad epitaph for any of us if by the grace of God from this time forth we lived such beneficent lives that the tombstone's chisel could appropriately cut upon the plain slab that marks our grave sugges- tion from the text: He showed us no little kindness" But until the last child of God has got ashore from tho earthly storms that drove him on tho rocks like Mediterranean Euroclydons, not until all the thrones of heaven arc mounted, and all the conquerors crowned. and all the harps and trum- pets and organs of heaven arc thrummed or blown or sounded, and the ransomed of all climes and ages arc in full chorus under the jubilant swing of angelic baton, and we shall for thousands of years have seen tho river from under the throne rolling into the "sea of glass mingled with tire," and this world we now inha bit shall be so far in the past that only . that it ever existed at all, not until then will we understand what Nehe- miah calls the marvellous kindness, :" and Isaiah calls ''the everlasting kind ness" of foi'