Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1901-09-23

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| an old lawyer in that young lawyers
| office, and do you know what he has
gone in there for? Why, he is helping
to fix up a case which is too big for the
! young man to handle, and the white
haired attorney is hunting up previous
decisions and making out q brief for
the boy. Do you know that a strange
thing has taken place in the pulpit, and
all the old ministers are helping the
young ministers, and all the old doctors
are helping the young doctors, and the
farmers are assisting each other in
gathering the harvest, and for that
farmer who is sick the neighbors have
made a bee, as they call it, and they
have all turned in to help him get his
crops into the garner?
"And 1 heard this morning of q poor
old man whose three children were in
hot debate as to who should take care
of him in his declining days. The old
est son declared it was his right be-
cause he was the oldest, and the youn-
gest son said it was his right because
he was the youngest, and Mary said it
was her right because she better IN
derstOod her fathers vertigo and rheu-
matism and poor spells and knew bet
ter how to nurse him, and the only way
the difficulty could be settled was by
the old mans promise that he would di-
vide the year into three parts and
spend q third of his time with each one
of them. And neighbOring stores in
the same line Of goods on the same
block are acting kindly to each other.
1t seems to me that those words of Isa-
ia1, f,11G l.
The carpenter encouraged the gold
smith, and he that smOOthed with the
hammer, him that smote the anvil, say
ing, it is ready for the soldering What
is the matter? 1t seems to me our old
world is picking up. Why, the millen-
mum must be coming in. Kindness has
got the victory"
Good and Evil Contrasted.
The east wind and the west wind
were one day talking with each other,
and the east wind said to the west
wind: Don't you wish you had my
power? Why, when l start they hail
me by storm signals all along the coast.
l can twist off a ships mast as easily
as a cows hoOf cracks an alder. With
one sweep of my wing l have strewn
the coast from Newfoundland to Key
West with parted ship timber. l can
lift and have lifted the Atlantic ocean.
I am the terror Of all invalidism, and
to fight me back forests must be cut
down for fires, and the mines of CONT
nents are called on to feed the fur
naces. Under my breath the nations
crouch into sepulchers. Don't you wish
you had my power? said the east
wind. The west wind made no answer,
but started on its mission, coming
somewhere out of the rosy bowers of
the sky, and all the rivers and lakes
and seas smiled at its coming. The
gardens doomed, and the orchards rip
ened, and the wheatfields turned their
silver into gold, and health clapped its
hands, and joy shouted from the hill
tops, and the nations lifted their fore
heads into the light, and the earth had
a doxology for the sky and the sky an
anthem for the earth and the warmth /
and sparkle and the gladness and the !
foliage and the flowers and the fruits
and the beauty and the life were the
only answer the west wind made to the
insOlence Of the east winds interroga-
ton.
Kindness to all. Surely it ought not
to be 4 difficult grace to cultivate when
we see towering above the centuries
such an example that one glimpse of it
ought to melt and transform all ma
tons. Kindness brought our Lord from
heaven. Kindness to miScreantS, kind
ness to prosecutors, kindness TO the
crippled and the blind and the catalep-
tic and the leprous and the drOpsical
end the demoniacal characterized him
all the way and on the cross, kindness !
to the bandits suffering on the side of
him and kindness to the eXecutionerS /
while yet they pushed the spear and
hammered the spikes and howled the .
blasphemies. All the stories of the
John Towards and the Florence Night
ingales and the Grace Darlings and the
Ida Lewises pale before this transcend
ent example of him whose birth and
life and death are the greatest story
that the world ever heard and the
theme of the mightiest hosanna that
heaven ever lifted. Yea, the very kind
ness that allowed both hands to be
nailed to the horizontal timber of the
cross with that cruel thump, thump,
now stretches down from the skies
those same hands filled with balm for
all our wounds, forgiveness for all our
crimes, rescue for all our serfdoms!
And. while We take this matchless
kindness from God, may it be found
that we have uttered our last bitter
word, written our last cutting para
graph, done our last retaliatory action,
felt our last revengeful heart throb.
And it would not be bad epitaph for
any Of Us if, by the grace of God, from
this time forth we lived such benef-