The Newtown bee., 1894-02-16

J Brave heart,o said, s.for such a frag- le form!' "You've como.s I shouted, and rushed through the door. Yes, she | had come-and gone again. For there | he lay, her young life cru ushsd out, the srain-drops still glittering in her long hair, her hands torn by the forest thorns.
 THERE SHE LAY very near the spot where | killed her with my tongue.
 "And now I'm mostly done; my story's OCT; Part Of it never breathed the air before. And wheresoe'er this story's voice can reach, This is the sermon I would have it preach Boys flying kites haul in their white winged
 birds;
 You can't do that way when you're flying
 words.
 "Careful with fire," is good advice, we know; Careful with words," is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall
 back dead;
 But God himself can't kill them when they're said!"
 Yes, unkind words have deadly sting, but who can measure the power for good of kind words. ''They have a power which seems to be beyond natural caus- es, as if they were some angels song | which had lost it's way and come on earth, and sang on undyingly, smiting ! the hearts of men with sweetest wounds and putting for the while an angels na- 1 ture into us.''
 l ''NO MAN OR wOMAN,''
 said Phillips Brooks in one of his public l 1t ttnf tha hn h1oot cnrt ally be strong, pure and good without the world being the better for it, without somebody being helped and comforted by the very existence of this goodness" :" And Phillips Brooks own life is the grandest witness to the truth of that that could possibly be given. All the men and women of this generation are better because Phillips Brooks lived; and all the coming generations down to the last syllable of recorded time will feel the in- fluence of his strong, pure and Christian life. And no one can be kind in his ac- tion toward any man or woman or child, or even to dumb beast, and no one can speak kind words, no matter who hears them, without this great, corrupted mass of fallen and shining humanity lifting it. self nearer to the great source of all kindness, God, our Father in Heaven.
 KIND WORD
 is fruitful seed deposited in the soil oi human hearts to produce hundred-fold to the glory of God. My brethren, this world is not lacking for men of enormous wealth who will give largely to charit able and educational institutions; thiE world needs not more brains or eloquenco or genius; the pulpit needs not nor, preaching of salvation that is throug! faith in Jesus; but the world and tn
 pulpit and every human life need mor kind thoughts and kind acts and kint words. What can you do? You can fur , nish one life that overflows with thi matchless gift. Will you not try? The other evening climbed to one 0 the neighboring hills and looked abou
 me.
 , HOW BRIGHTLY THE STARS TWINKLEl l and shone above me, cracks, as the chil described them, in the floor of Heave l that let it's glory through! All about an [ around me lay the earth, wrapped in it
 winding-sheet of snow. Stiffness, dee
 and profound, held the winter air. Owe
 there in the distance I saw the lights o e Bethel, throwing up gleam on the edg r of the horizon, much like l should think !. a prairie fire appears as it glows ia r away to the dwellers in the West. Sc l some day, 1 think shall stand on life l last hill. Dimly the lights of earth shal burn around me, darkly the shadows 0 s death shall creep on. The air shall e hushed and still, for earth's loud clamo q shall no more break on my ears. Fla r. away 1 shall see bursting upon me s THE CLEAN OF THE HEAVENLY CITY, :, , as it breaks through the gates of pearl u and into it's glory l shall enter and m 1 blessed Redeemer I shall behold. Wher U transported with the vision of beauty, :, shall bow my head lowlily before Hir u and exclaim: "Worthless worm, ho' . came I here?'' the witnessing angel about me shall say: "Thou, mortal, was
 brought hero through no desert of thin
 own, only through the wonderful, an o by thee all-unmerited, loving kindness C
 God"