Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-09-25

Youngest son said it was his right because he
was the youngest and Mary said 1t was her
right because she better understood fathers
vertigo and rheumatism and poor spells and
knew better how to nurse him. and the only
wav the difficulty could be settled was by the
old mans promise that he would divide the
wear into three parts, AMI spend a third Of
his time with each one OF them.
And neighboring stores in the same line
of goods on the same block are acting kindly
to each other, and when one is a little short
of a certain kind of goods his neighbor says.
Il will help you until you can replenish your
shelves IL seems TO me that those words OF
Isaiah are being fulfilled when he says,
The carpenter encouraged the goldsmith,
and he that smooths with the hammer, hum
that smote the anvil, saying 1t Is ready for
the SOLDERING, WHAT is the matter: 1t
seems to me our old world Is picking up.
Why, the millennium must be coming In.
Kindness has gotten the victory
Ny hearers, you know and kno" we are
far from that state of things. Bot why not
inaugurate a new dispenSation of genlahtY.
If we cannot yet have millennium on
large scale, let us have it on small scale.
and under our own investments Kindness!
If this world is ever brought to God that Is
the thing that viii do it. You cannot fret
the world up although you may fret the
world down. You cannot scold it into ex-
cellence or reformation or godliness.
The east wind and the west wind We're
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. | can twist off q 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. L can
lift and have lifted the Atlantic Ocean.
am the terror of all invalidism, and to fight
me back forests must be cut down for fires,
and the mines Of continents called on to
feed the furnaces Under my breath the
nations crouch into sepulchres. Don't you
wish you had my power"' 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 its
orchards ripened, and the wheat fields
turned their silver into gold, and health
ciapped 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 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 Interrogation.
Kindness to all! Surely it ought not to
be difficult grace to culture when we see
towering above the centuries such an ex-
ample that one glimpse ought to melt and
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 characterized Him ali
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 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 horizontal timber
OF the cross with that cruel thump! thump!
now stretches down from the skies those
same hands filled with balm for all our
wounds, forgiveness for all our crimes, res
cue for all our serfdOmS.
And while we take this matchless kindness
from God, may it be found that we have ut
tered our last bitter word, written our last
cutting paragraph, done our last retaliatory
action, felt our last revengeful heart throb.
And 1t would not be bad epitaph for any
of 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 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 storm that drove
him on the rocks like Mediterranean Euro
clydons, 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 thrummed or blown or
sounded, and the REASONED of all climes
and ages are III full chorus under the
jubliant 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 fire." 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 I'M
til then will we understand what Nehemiah
calls 1.-THE great kindness, what David calls
the marvellous Kindness" and Isaiah calls
the everlasting kindness of God!