Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1897-11-19
Charity.
(BY. @. II. McINrosH.)

the sweet scent or roses brings
gladness to the eye and delight to
the heart; where tho pine and the
evergreen keep in memory all that is
fresh and pure, and the elm and the
oak speak OF strength and succor;
where nature has been kind to man
and given freely of her store of beau
ty and color; where tenderness itself
seems to Turk in every nook and cor
ner; where sadness finds a balm,
treachery reproof, and everything in
cites to that which is noble, we begin
our search for Charity.
In the vast, bleak deserts, where
no man has an abiding place; where
the frightful typhoon warns Of dan
ger and death; where tongues are
parched with thirst and terror fills
the breast t, and where the lonely cac-
tus stands solitary mark Of all that
Ii imbued with life, we search on.
In the great cities Of the worlo,
where man go mad in wild scrsm-
BILE for wealth; yet where famine
stalks unrobed and supreme through
the tenements; where vice has its
footing, but pitifully restrained;
where agony and suffering is not
alone physical but moral us we'll;
whore millions are spent for charity,
as charity is misconstrued, tens of
millions for luxury, and not one heart
warns toward those who need more
than the things given in osten-
tatious beniticence-yet on we seek
for Charity.
In the bUundless w1lds, where the
oboriginee, the savage, the barbarian
dwells in company with the denizens
Of the field and vile reptiles Of the
swamps, we search again.
In the quiet country village, where
hospitality and benevolence are sup
posed to be bywords; where men live.
close akin and should manifest some
brotherhood Of interest and of love,
we still search on.
E'en TO the church of God, where
all men meet 10 gloriiy;-the symbol
OF sweet charity itself;-made up. in
congregation of those. of all degrees
OF faith and presumably of one be
Lief; where mankind should forgive,
forget cad uphift himself to nobler
things toward his fellows-we try
once more.
In all these places have we looked
and searched in vain, though dill
gently, truetGully, faithfully to the
end, hoping ever for reward Of effort.
But no. Charity is dead. Her off
spring are numerous, but weak ex-
ampies of their parentage.
In the garden spots she lives for
pleasure to the senses Of the selfish:
in the deser. she is not; in the wilder
ness unknown; in the village she is
prostituted to the unjuoG and unde-
served censure Of our fellow beings,
and in tho church she exists but an
idea Of what should be. ...
Charity but the giving of almsP
Surely NO. Do not degrade her
thus. Such construction shows
truly not only our mental and moral
narrowness, but wisely convicts US of
the seldshness that is in US.
A kind word, gentle touch, put
to crying shame our much-vaunted
money giits. More valuable than
gold, "yea than much fine gold" To
hearts that are breaking for the lack
OF recognition as human beings from
those who are pleased to term them-
selves as human, gold is contemplate,
kindness is richee. .s ss,s
The paths OF death aud destruction
are strewn with frozen hearts and
the blghted lives Of those who need
ed but true charity to stay their
course forever for the better. The
lowly in degree, measured today, by
the standard of wealthy alone, but
whose characters are as subject to
Chnstian feelings and true purity "a