The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1894-09-20

ing, DO1llIlS lOIItlC, UOdIlIS oPOh i'o
surging waves the wrecks of many
once powerful nations. But when
Bethlehem's bright star kept sentry
over the new born King of peace and
love. this alteration Of physical hero
ism was to experience rivalry, which
though small and weak in its lnclp-
iency, was to gain force and power as
the centuries died that would Outstrip
this giant monster, and hurl him from
his proud pedestal of greatness; a tiny
stream broke forth which was to grow
broader and deeper until this mighty
torrent of physical heroism was to ap-
pear as mere ripple in comparison to
this new development, this moral
heroism. Though small in its begin
ming and sprung upon worldall Scared
and scorched by vicious indulgences;
when selishness and self-adOratiOn
reigned supreme; and though confront
ed at every step with stupendous opposl-
ton, yet, that germ of new and holy
heroism has marched steadily onward,
gathering renewed energy from every
conflict, until today, we devotees of
this better and grander civilization
point out with pride as our heroes,
those grand spirits of the age, who, EMU
lous of the deeds Of loving kindness Of
Him of Calvary; go out into the by
ways of life, where sorrow, misery and
kindred horrors are wont to dwell,
to lift up the fallen. and lead them to
better life: to sOOthe the sorrows Of
earth's troubled millions, and infuse
their embittered souls with renewed
hope and courage; to go down with all
their purity into the Shiny ooze and
: mire of dens of iniquity and carry
messages Of sweet hope to souls long
lost to sin. These noble, GOd-like men
and women are our heroes and hero
ines in this nineteenth century. While
the Greek went to the WreStler's S tielC
: to find his hero, the Roman to the am
phitheatre,. and the gladiatOrial com
g bats, each fraught with deeds OF blood
shed. we go to the homes of the lOWl.
e and the bedside of the afflicted an(
s point to the ministering angels O
{ mercy visiting there, weeping with tn
Il broken hearted mother over the down
|: fall of her boy, or speaking in word
!. of loving kindness to the young gir
$ who perhaps has been woOed from
l. home of plenty, where all is love an
J. happiness, to become adrunkard's wifi
le and share his squalid garret an
J. disgrace. Oh! these sweet comforter
ID can we ever forget them? No! thei
le influence is everlasting, and ever IL
ic creasing. If there is any one MOI
7e capable than another of testifying
r. the noble efforts of these kindly soul
I'd it is he who has been placed in lon
10 ly prison CELL shut out from the beal
of tiful world and Gods bright sunshin
It. Here these sweet souled philanthro]
he lists leaving their bright firesides whel
eel all is pleasant harmony and whe
IN smiles of peace, love, and cOnten
NJ ment wreathe the faces of their love
al ones, come to gaze into the countena
m ces of those upon whom rests Il
nd ignominy of an outraged society; al
to to cheer with words Of hope these po
of misguided souls. All. kind frienC
Is, did you but know how many poor S
ng hardened souls your gentle words
ed sympathy have touched to the quic
re- how many tears of remorse have Il
ess len in the darkness of our prison Gel
,ed from eyes long unused to weep; if y
nd only knew how near to better l.
tile your disinterested dprayers have broug
me some of us, your loving hearts wor
an throb with renewed hope for our W
her being. The bars may crash and clal
Ter but they cannot drown the sweet wf
no, perings of hope you have awakened
of our crime .blackened hearts. The be
ned and locks can shut us tight and ia
ody but they cannot shut out the pleas'
rec anticipations of our future, VIII
the your cheering words nave started
for to new life. May God bless tn
,ur- earthly angels and make them
the heroes and herOines in brighter {
.ag- sweeter world. Then again we hi