The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1894-12-20

benefit to il than Is ever likely to arise from
anything that / can write unprompted ana
unassisted by her all but unrivsled wisdom"
When the last bulwark of woman's dissatis-
faction with her present lot shall have been
knocked out-when we shall have entered into
the deepest meaning of righteous living. seen
rast the folly of petty strife for precedence
then shall our spirit of restlessness weigh an
Choir, and womanhood mean, in deed and truth,
the survival of its fttest." Let us be what
God and Nature meant for US to be, satisfying
our conscientious position with the words OF
Martin Luther: Here / stand. ] can do no
otherwise. so help me God. Amen"
TWO KINDS OF SENTIMENT.
BY Lizzie C. Eckert.
Two women were passing down a busy thor
oughfare Presently cart, drawn by wild
eyed horse, comes tearing down the street, then
stops suddenly, unseatng the driver, who leaps
TO his feet, reaches for his whip and plies il long
and vigorously, The horse starts suddenly
as he is stopped, and one of the women breathes
sigh of relief.
"Such heartless cruelty" she complains.
THAT inhuman monster ought to be arrested
/ haven't the heart TO abuse -
Z" / do not think the man abused the ami ina, F"
interrupted her companion. 81 believe that
the vicious, unruly beast merited the punish
ment"
Ten minutes later the woman of the humane
tendencies invited her friend into hot, sitting
kitchen to see some preserves.
But what have you there" asked her visit
or, as she caught sight of some dark object near
the ceiling.
"Oh, that is only the bird. John brought it
home; but | don't care for birds, and l haven't
time TO -
Z" But mercy! in this dark, stufy room Poor
birdie!" and, mounting a chair, the woman
who had never preached about mans inhu-
manity to man " or cruelty to animas" peeped
into the small dismal abode of the unfortunate
little prisoner.
"Why your bird is dead !" she exclaimed
lowering the cage, and the empty seed and
water cups told their own sad tale.
We'll. told John i could not bother with
the bird. )" whined the humanitarian ~; but
some men are so inconsiderate."
Thus she hoped to exonerate herself from
charge of downright cruelty at the expense of
the unsuspecting John.
The above is an actual occurrence, and the
party concerned a person apparently vested
with all the goodness of heart and the gentle,
refining quality that bespeak the adherent of
true religious teachings and principles.
But, alas This outward display, this touch
ing regard for the well-being OF the brute
creation, is prompted not by any sincere
benevclence of heart, but by false sentiment
mere gush offered for the occasion.
Such person will cry down evils of every
Imaginable description, denosnce and brow
beat persons of alleged cruelty" aud g in
human practices" and in1ict her dogrnatical
harrangues upon society, but deliberate, wan
ton acts of cruelty are none the less "crucl F"
and wanton because they are caused by williul
neglect and carelessness.
There is no religion without love, and peo-
pie may talk az much they like about their
religion, but if it does not teach them to be
good and kind to man and beast, it is all a
sham-all sham, and it won't stand when
things come 10 lie turned inside QUO and put
down for what they are"
Has it ever occurred to you, dear reader,
what mighty, though utterly helpless and
defenseless creation the animal world is I? From
the most colossal to the smallest and most in
significant of Gods Beings, we alone the
despots. the rulers.
Man is the meter of all things" and it lies
wholly with US whether or not we shall govern
with the tyrannica hand of Nero or with the
scepter of love and gentleness.
But as lords and masters we owe them, our
slaves and subjects, duty, and what noble,
solemn duty is that by the faithful discharge
of which we pledge our eternal allegiance to
the great Creator who saw fit to place the
beautiful, silent creation at our mercy and dis
posal.