Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1897-05-08

The wise make failure equal to success.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal
beads, let love through good deeds show.
Do not to others TINT which If dono to thee
would cause thee pain. And this is the sum Of
duty.
A man obtains proper rule of action by
looking on his neighbors Us himself
From that continent Of interesting
folk, from that continent that gave the
Christ, from that continent which has
been endeared by so many missionary
heroics, there comes a groan of 80, OOO,-
900 people in hunger More people are
in danger Of starving to death in India
today than the entire population of the
United States. In the famine in India
in the year 1877, about 6, 900, 900 people
starved to death. That is more than
all the people of Washington, of New
York, of Philadelphia, of Chicago, put
together. But that famine was not a
tenth part as awful as the one there
now raging. Twenty thousand are dy-
ing there of famine every day. Whole
villages and towns have died-every
man, woman and child; none left to
bury the dead. The vultures and the
jackals are the only pallbearers. Though
some help has been sent, before full re-
lief can reach them l suppose there will
be at least 10, 900, 900 dead. Starvation,
even for one person, is an awful process.
No food, the vitals gnaw upon them
selves, and faintness and languor and
pangs from head to foot, and horror and
despair and insanity take full possession.
One handful of wheat or corn or rice
per day would keep life going, but they
cannot get handful. The crops failed,
and the millions are dying. Oh, it is
hard to be hungry in world where
there are enough grain and fruit and
meat to fill all the hungry mouths on
the planet; but, alas, that the sufferer
and the supply cannot be brought to-
gether. There stands India today Look
at her! Her face dusky from the hot
suns of many centuries; under her tur-
ban such achings of brow as only dy-
ing nation feels; her eyes hollow with
unutterable woe; the tears rolling down
her sunken cheek; her back bent with
more agonies than she knows how to
carry; her ovens containing nothing
but ashes. Gaunt, CHASTITY, wasted, the
dew of death upon her forehead and a
pallor such as the last hour brings, she
stretches forth her trembling hand to-
ward US, and with hoarse whisper she
says: II am dying! Give me breadl
That is what 1 wantl Bread! Give it to
me quick. Give it to me now-breadl
breadl breadI' America has heard the
cry. Many thousands of dollars have
already been contributed. One ship
laden with breadstuffs has sailed from
San Francisco for India. Our senate and
house of representatives, in bill signed
by our sympathetic president, have au-
thorized the secretary of the navy to
charter q vessel to carry food to the
famine sufferers, and you may help fill
that ship. We want to send at least
600, 900 bushels of corn. That will save
the lives of at least 600, 600 people.
Many will respond i'll contributions of
money, and the barns and corncribs Of
the entire United States will pour forth
their treasures of food. When that ship
is laden till it can carry no more, we
will ask him who holds the winds in
his fist and plants his triumphant foot
on stormy waves to let nothing but
good happen to the ship till it anchors
in Bengal or Arabian waters. They who
help by contributions of money or
breadstuffs toward filling that relief
ship will favor their own food for their
lifetime with appetizing qualities and
insure their own welfare through the
promise of him who said, blessed is
he that considereth the poor, the Lord
will deliver him in time Of trouble. "
A Noble Mission.
Oh, what relief ship that will bel
1t shall not turn a screw nor hoist a sail
until we have had something to do with
its cargo. Just II years ago from these
Easter times a ship Ga similar errand
went out from New York harbor-the
old war frigate Constellation. 1t had
once carried guns of death, but there was
famine in Ireland, and the Constellation
was loaded with 500 tons Of food. That
ship, once covered with smoke of battle,
then covered with Easter hosannas; that
ship, constructed to battle England, go
ing forth over the waters to carry relief
to some of her starving subjects. Better
than sword into plowshare, better than
spear INTO pruning hook was that old
war frigate, turned into white winged
angel of resurrection, to roll away the
stone from the mouth of Ireland's sep
ulchre. On like errand five years ago
the ship Leo put out with many tons of
food for famine struck Russia. One Sat
urday afternoon on the deck Of that
steamer, as she lay at Brooklyn wharf,
wondrous scene took place. A com