The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1893-04-13


truth is, the divine is born within us. II
Is the breath of God. We are but little
advanced from the conditions of people
that we call savages. We have better
tailors and BARRIERS.
II we could only know of the suffering
and Of the helplessness and ignorance
and misery of these thousands, we who
are in better circumstances would cease
to complain at our own ills. Our own
misfortunes would be lost in the greater
thought Of this dark world of misery.
The trouble is, we do not sec them; we
do not know them close enough; we
look at our own sorrows, our own mis-
fortunes, and magnify them. If we could
only lift up our eyes and see this great
dark crowd over which Jesus wept in
compassion, our souls would be inspired
with q divine enthuciasm for their sal
vation, for their uplifting. They may
not appreciate it-so much the greater is
the call.
PITY FOR THE HELPLESS.
A woman recently returned from q
mission life among savage tribe of In
dams in the far west. She described to
her listener their characteristics, their
ignorance, their brutality and withal
their base ingratitude. Her listener an
swered, "And why do you spend your
life among them; why do you not leave
them" She ereplied as tear gathered in
her eye, "Oh, cannot; 1 have learned to
love them in their helplessness."
II we who are in condition Of life re-
moved from ignorance and want and gu
perstition 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 home for
scrofulous children. 1t is noble work
Of charity and one of the saddest. The
brothers who keep this home are cheered
by the feeling that they are doing all
that can be done for the unfortunates 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, q home for French soldiers, rem
dered the brothers in charge of this
home a service and they went in body
to thank him, carrying their crippled
children with them. Some were on
crutches. Some who were more afflicted
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 in horror at the sight Of so much
disease and distress and deformity.
Whatever of bodily afliction the war
had left to them, they saw how slight
were their m.sfortunes compared with
these children cursed from their very in
fancy. So, if 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 to
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.