The Progress., 1893-04-15

WORK SO lOnS tnat III was Impossible w
last for him to live save in tine ccaseless
round of his toll, He had thought of
nothing. he had dreamed of in1:hing. h.
had lived nothing H. had bcrn rothln,;
save II lGboring machine. until, at Ga"
thought of breaking down, hc sat down
in the baul, aud blew out hi, brains
Faithful. honest. capable Of high Things.
and yet he diri bccau." ne could no
longer bc slave of loil And the pity
of It all Is that the people are capable ui
high things could they only attain them.
II is - truth capable of the wild vt
demonstration. All classes, beginning
with the savage in the wilds of the forest.
through NIL gradations of social distlnc-
tions. are capable of the highest Things.
| listened t. a missionary returned
from his labOrs amoaG one of the widest
tribes Of Burmah He said that when
he first went among these savage pao.
pie he took with him some milk cracker
for the children. He met two little ones.
one about 10 years of 'gc. the other ahou.
(. He gave to- the older child a cracker
Without u moments hesitation the lit.
tie savage took the whole of it aud gave
il To his lttlc brother. and the lttl1
fellow broke 1t in two and gave hal:
back 10 his generous elder brother. Tho
truth is. the divine Is born within us. Il
is the breath of God We are but httl1
advanced from the conditions of peupl'
that we call sayageS. We have bcttr.
tailors and BARRIERS.
If we could only know Of che sulTc~iu"
and of the hclplessncss aud ignoranc"
and misery of these thousands. we WIN
are in better circumstances would c"asl
to complain at our own ills Our owl
misfortuucs would be lost in tie greater
thought of this dark world of misery.
Tho trouble i. we 10 not see them: W.
do not know them close enough: we
look at our own SORROWS. our own mis-
fortunes. and magnify them. If we could
only lift mp our eyes and SEQ this great
dark crowd over which Jesus wcpt in
compassion. our souls would b, inspired
with n divine enthusiasm for their sal
vation, for their uplifting. They may
not appreciate it--sO much the greater il
the call.
PITY FOR THE HELPLESS
a woman recently returned from u
mission life among II savage tribe Of In
diaus in the far west. She described tu
her listener their characteristics. their
ignorance. th brutality and wi;hal
their base iupmltudc Her listener an
swered. And why do YOU spend YOUR
life among them; why do you not leave
theml" She replied as tear gathered in
her eye. oh. | cannot; have learned to
love them in their helplessness.
If we who are in a condition Of life re-
moved from ignorance and want and SUI
persttion and its consequent helpless
ness. perversity and brutality. could only
see the real life and real suffering of 9th
ers. we would forget our own and merge
our purpose. our being into the effort to
save them. In Paris there is Il homo for
scrofulous children. 1t is noble work
of charity and one of the saddest. Tho
brothers who keep this home are checred
by the feeling that they are doing all
that can be done for the unfortunatcs ON
their hands. but to the outside observer
the sight of these poor children is heart
rending.
Some years ago the Marquis de Lay
oestyne. director of the Hotel des In
valides. home for French soldiers. rem
dered the brothers in charge of this
home n service. and they went in n body
to thank him. carrying their crippled
children W tn them. Some were on
.ts,1
were tenderly carried in the arms of the
brothers. When the marquis received
them. he was surrounded with men who
had been manned by war, soldiers who
had seen hundreds of brutal combats
and faced thousand perils.
In behalf of the soldiers he tried to
speak to the children. but burst into
tears, and the soldiers sobbed or turned
away i'm horror Mt the sight of so much
disease and distress and deformity.
Whatever of bodily affliction the war
had left TO them. they saw how slight
were their misfortunes compared with
these children cursed from their very in
fancy. SO. il we could only see the suf-
fering and the sorrow and the disease
in which millions are born and to which
they are doomed with fatality swift.
unerring, certain of fate. we would cease
TO murmur at our own lot and hasten 20
take up the burden of world.
Let us remember that the cry of the
masses is the cry of the world: the need
of the masses the need of the race. The
hope of the mob is the hope of the
world: its despair a worlds despair.
The fate Of the world hangs on these
myriads of humble homes. In these
humble cradles are being rocked today
the worlds heroes, the worlds leaders.
Whether these. leaders shall be worthy
or unworthy, whether they shall be trai-
tors or saints. depends in large measure
upon the degree of faithfulness with
which we shall face this problem. Shall
we not bear to them the glad tidings?
They need glad tidings. They have
heard few glad things in the world.
Shall we bring to them healing? They
are sick and distressed