Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1900-01-25

the grain merchant, having bought his
wheat at high prices before it was reap
ed, needs no sympathy from you, but
cheer up that young farmer whose acres
are covered with big mortgage and the
drought strikes them the first year. mat
q builder with contracts made for the CON
struction of half a dozen houses and the
owners impatient for occupancy is not
to be piticd, but give your sympathy to
that mechanic in early acquaintance with
hammer and saw and bit and amid all
the limitations OF journeyman.
Benevolent Busybodies.
Go forth to be Il busybody in other
mems matters, so far MS you can helping
them out. and help them on. The world
Is full Of instances of those who spend
their life in such alterations, but there
is one instance that overtops and eclipses
all others He had lived in a palace.
Radiant ones waited upon him. He was
charoted along streets yellow with gold.
and stopped at gates gIistening with
pearls, and hosannscd by immortals cor
oncted and in snowy white. Centuries
gave him not n pain. The sun that rose
on him never set. His dominions could
not be enlarged. for they had no bounda-
aries, md unc0ntested was his reign. Upon
all that luster and renown and environ
ment Of spcndors he turned his back and
put down his crown at the foot OF ms
throne, and on a bleak December night
trod his way down to stone house in
Bethlehem Of our world. Wrapped in
what plain shawl. and pursued with what
enemies on swift camels. and howled Mt
with what brigands, and thrust with
what sharp lances. and hidden in what
sepulchra crypt, until the subsequent
centuries have tried in vain to tell the
story by sculptured cross, and painted
canvas. and resounding doxologies. and
domed cathedral, and redeemed nations.
He could not see woman doubled up
with rheumatism but he touched her.
and inHamed muscles relaxed. and she
stood straight up. He could not meet
funeral of n young man but he broke up
the procession and gave him back to his
widowed mother With spittle on the tip
of his finger he turned the midnight of
total blindncs. into the midnoon Of per-
feet sight He could not see a man down
on his mattress helpless with palsy with
out calling him up to health and telling
him to shoulder the mattress and walk
off. He could not find a man tongue
tied but he gave him immediate articula-
ton. He could not see a man with the
puzzled and inquiring look of the deaf
without giving him capacity to hear the
march of life beating on the drum OF the
car. He could not see crowd Of hungry
people but he made enough good bread
and surplus that required all the bas-
kets.
He scoded only twice that remember.
once at the hypocrites with elongated Wis
age and the other time when sinful
crowd had arraigned an unfortunate wo-
man, and the Lord, with the most superb
sarcasm that was ever uttered. gave per-
mission to any one who felt himself en-
tirely commendable to hurl the first mis-
sile. All for others. His birth for others
Ills ministry for others. His death for
others. His ascension for others. His
enforcement for others.
EderizinR the Earth.
That spirit which leads one to be busy
for the betterment of others is going to
Edenize the round earth. That spirit in
duced John Pound to establish ragged
schools" and Father Mathew to become
q temperance reformer and Peter Cooper
to establish his institute and Slater to
contribute his fund for schools and Bar
oness Hirsch to leave more than $780,
600, 900 for tho improvement of her
race and Cornelius Vanderbilt to food
churches and charitable institutions with
his benefcence, And. though our means
be limited and our opportunities circum-
scribed, we can do the same thing Oh a
small scale. "Other mems matters" Be
busybodies In improving them. With
kind words, with earnest prayers, with
self sacrificing deeds, with enlargins
charities. let US go forth on a new mis-
sion.
And now my words are to the invisible
mutitudes | reach week by week, but
yet will never see In this world, but
whom | expect to meet at the bar of God
and hope to see in the blessed heaven.
The last word that Dwight l.. Moody,
the great evangelist. said to me- at Plain
field, N. j. and he repeated the message
for me to others, was. Never be tempted
under aHy circumstances to give up your
weekly publication of sermons through
out the world" That solemn charge
will heed as long as ! have strength to
give them and the newspaper types desire
to take them. Oh. We people back there
in the Sheffield mines Of England and We
in the sheep pastures of Australia and We
amid the pictured terraces OF New Iea-
land and We among the cinnamon and
color infamed groves of Ceylon and We
Armenians weeping over the graves OF
murdered households in Asia Minor and
We amid the idolatries OF Benares on the
Gauges and We dwellers on the banks OF
the Androscoggin and the Alabama and
the Mississippi and the Oregon and the
shannon and the Rhine and the Tiber
and the Danube and the Nile and the
Euphrates and the Caspian and Yellow
seas; We of he four corners of the earth
who have greeted me again and again,
accept this point blank offer OF every
thing for nothing; of everything Of par
don and comfort and illumination and
safety and heaven, without money and
without price" What a gospel for all
. lands, all zones. all ages! Gospel of
sympathy. Gospel Of hope! Gospel OF
. emancipation! Gospel of sunlight! Cos
pei of enforcement! Gospel of eternal
!, victory! Take it, all ye people. until
your sins are all pardoned and your sor-
rows all solaced and your wrongs all
righted and your dying pillow be spread
at the foot Of a ladder which. though
like the one that was let down to Bethel
may be thronged with descending and
ascending immortals. shall nevertheless
have room enough for you to climb foot
over foot, on rungs OF light, till you 90
clear up out of sight of all earthly per
turbation, into the realm where 1.-THE
wicked cease from troubling and the
weary are at rest"