The Iola register., 1896-03-20

Nearly all the pictures of Martha
Washington represent her in courtly
dress as bowed to by foreign ambassa-
dors; but Mrs. Kirkland, lin her inter-
esting book, gives a more inspiring
portrait of Martha Washington. She
comes forth from her husbands hut in
the encampment, the hut 16 feet long
and IA feet wide-she comes forth from
that hut to nurse the sick, to sew the
patched garments, to console the SOL
diers dying of the cold. That is bet
ter picture of Martha Washington.
Hundreds of garments, hundreds OF
tons of coal, hundreds of GLACIERS at
broken window sashes, hundreds OF
whole-souled men and women, are nec-
essary to warm the wintry weather
What are we doing to alleviate the con-
dition of those not so fortunate as we?
Know We not, my friends, there are
hundreds of thousands of people who
cannot stand before His cold? 1t is
useless to preach to bare feet, and to
empty stomachs, and to gaunt visages
Christ gave the world lesson in COM
mon sense when, before preaching the
gospel to the multitudes in the wilder
ness, He gave them a good dinner.
There are men who go through the
world floating icebergs. They freeze
everything with their forbidding look.
The hand with which they shake yours
is as cold as the paw of polar bear.
| If they tloat into a religious meeting,
the temperature drops from so above
to 10 degrees below zero There are
icicles hanging from their eyebrows.
They float into religious meeting and
they chill everything with their jere-
miads. Cold prayers, cold songs, cold
greetings. cold sermons. Christianity
on icel The church a great refriger-
ator. Christians GO into winter quar-
ters. Hibernation! On the other hand,
there are people who go through the
world like the breath of a spring morn
ing. Warm greetings, warm prayers,
warm smiles, warm Christian influence.
There are such persons. We bless God
for them. We rejoice in their COM
panionship.
general in the English army, the
army having halted for the night, hav-
ing lost his luggage, lay down tired
and sick without any blanket. An
officer came up and said: why, you
have no blanket I'll go and get you
blanket" He departed for few mo-
ments and then came back and covered
the general up with a very warm
blanket. The general said: Whose
blanket is this?" The officer replied,
81 got that from a private soldier in
the Scotch regiment, Ralph Nc
Donald" Now" said the general,
'you take this blanket right back to
that soldier He can no more do with
out it than can do without it. Never
bring to me the blanket of private
soldier" How many men like that
general would it take to warm the
world up? The vast majority of us are
anxious to get more blankets, whether
anybody else is blanketed or not
Look at the fellow feeling displayed in
the rocky defile between Jerusalem
and Jericho in Scripture times. Here
is a man who has been set upon by the
bandits, and in the struggle to keep
his property, he has got wounded, and
mauled, and stabbed, and he lies there
half dead.
A priest rides along. He sees him
and says: "Why. what's the matter
with that man? Why, he must be
hurt, lying on the fat of his back.
Isn't it strange that he should lie
therel But can't stop. l am going
on my way to temple services. Go
along you beast Carry me up to my
temple duties.'' After a while a Le-
vite comes up. He looks over and says:
"Why, that man must be very much
hurt. Gashed on the forehead. What
a pity. Tut, tut! What pityl Why.
they have taken his clothes nearly all
away from him. But / haven't, t,time to
stop; 1 lead the choir up in the temple
service. Go along, you beast. Carry me
up to my temple duties" After awhile
Samaritan comes along-one who
you might suppose through national
grudge might have rejected this poor
wounded Israelite. Coming along he
sees this man and says: "Why, that
man must be terribly hurt. see by
his features he is an Israelite,
but he is man, and he is
a brother. Whoa!' says the Sa-
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the beast and comes up to this
wounded man, gets down on one knee.
listens to see whether the heart of the
unfortunate man is still beating,
makes up his mind there is a chance
for resuscitation, goes to work at him,
takes out of his sack bottle of oil and
a bottle of wine, cleanses the wound
with some wine, then pours some of
the restorative into the wounded mans
lips, then takes some oil and with it
soothes the wound. After awhile he
takes off part of his garments for a
bandage. Now the sick and wounded
man sits up, pale and exhausted, but
very thankfully. Now the good
Samaritan says: You must get on my
saddle, and will walk" The Samari-
tan helps and tenderly steadies this
wounded man until he gets him on to-
ward the tavern, the wounded man
holding on with the little strength
he has left, ever and anon looking
down at the good Samaritan and say
ing: You are very kind; l had no
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