The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1898-06-30
BENTON. LOUISIANA, THURSDAY, JUNE 80 1898.

1t make to that father and mother
what disease their son died of? He is
dead, and it makes no difference
whether the trouble was in the cpigas-
trio or hypogastric region. If the
philosopher be of the stoical school,
he will come and say: "You ought to
control your feelings. You must not
cry SO. You must cultivate a cooler
temperament. You must have self
reliance, ,self-government. self-control"
an iceberg reproving a hyacinth
for having drop of dew in
its eye. A violinist has his in
strument, and he sweeps his
fingers across the strings, now evoking
strains of joy, and now strains of sad
ness. He can not play all the tunes on
one string. The human soul is an in
strument of a thousand strings, and all
sorts of emotions were made to play on
it. Now an anthem, now dirge. 1t
is no evidence of weakness when one is
overcome Of sorrow. Edmund Burke
was found in the pasture field with his
arms around a horses neck, caressing
him, and some one said: ''Why, the
great man has lost his mind" No, the
horse belonged to his son, who had re-
Gently died; and his great heart broke
over the grief. 1t Is no sign of weak
ness that men are overcome of their
sorrows. Thank God for the relief of
tears. Have you never been in trouble
yyhon <sor1i1
would have given anything for a cry?
David did well when he mourned for
Absalom; Abraham did well when he
bcmoaned Sarah. Christ wept for
Lazarus; and the last man that want
to see come anywhere near me when /
have any kind of trouble is a worldly
philosopher.
are incompetent for the work of COM
fort-bearing who have nothing but
cant to offer. There are those who
have the idea that you must groan over
the distressed and afflicted. There are
times in grief when one cheerful face
upon a mans soul is worth
thousand dollars to him. Do not
iAAHS osSA CAO dAlCUSsls dhC CAC
promises of the Gospel and utter them
in manly tone. Do not be afraid to
smile if you feel like it. Do not drive
any more hearses through that poor
soul. Do not tell him the trouble was
foreordained; it will not be any COM
fort to know it was million years
coming. If You want to find splints
for a hpnl<nr, 1,o,n 1, kolx
Do not tell them it is Gods justice that
weighs out grief. They want to hear
OF Gods tender mercy. In other words,
do not given them aqua fortis when
they neel valerian.
Again I remark that those persons
arc poor comforters who have never
had any trouble themselves. A lark
spur can not lecture Oh the nature of
never saw a snowflake;
and those people who have always
lived in the summer of prosperity can
not talk to those who are frozen in
disaster. God keeps aged people in the
world, l think, for this very work of
sympathy. They have been through
all these trials. They know all that
w NuA~AA IL AAstouSS dAu I'LL JldU "HlCu
soothes. If there are men and women
here who have old people in the house,
or near at hand so that they can easily
reach them, | congratulate you Some
of us have had trials in life, and
we have had many friends
around about us, we have wished
that father and mother were still alive
that we might go and tell them. Per-
haps they could not say much, but it
would have been such comfort to
have them around. These aged ones,
who have been all through the trials of
life, know how to give coincidence.
Cherish them; let them lean on your
arm, these aged people. If. when you
speak to them, they can not hear just
what you say the first time, and you
have to say it a second time, when you
say it q second time do not say it
sharply. If you do, you will be sorry
for it on the day when you take the
last look and brush back the silvery
locks from the wrinkled brow just be-
fore they screw the lid on. Blessed be
God for the old people! They may not
have much strength to go around, but
they are Gods appointed ministers Of
to a broken heart.
People who have not had trials them
selves can not give comfort to others.
They may talk very beautifully, and
they may give you great deal of poetic
but while poetry is perfume
that smells sweet, it makes very poor
salve. If you have a grave in a path
way, and somebody comes and covers
it all with wild flowers, it is a grave
yet. Those who have not had grief
themselves know not the mystery of a
broken heart. They know not the
meaning of childlessness, and the hav-
ing no one to put to bed at night, or
the standing in room where every
book and picture, and door are full Of
memories-the door-mat where she
sat, the cup out of which she
drank, the place where she stood at the
door and clapped her hands, the odd
figures that she scribbied, the blocks
that she built into house. All! no.
you must have trouble yourself before
you can comfort trouble in others.
But come all We who have been bereft,