The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-11-12

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 for God made it that way; but H
 made men to be little higher order o
 being than a crab-apple tree, and s
 He gave them social powers, and
 soul atmosphere, and an unconscious
 influence, and ordained that the.
 should remove attricions, eliminate
 frictions, and strive in every way tt
 make life as smooth and as gentle al
 possible. Laura Bridgman, deaf, dumt
 and blind, had marvellous power O. telling whether a person in her pres
 ence was good or bad, polite or disa' greeable. Lowell tells us in his auto biography of going to Faneutl Hall 1T Boston with a college friend to hiss Daniel Webster for his attitude on 6
 certain public question, but before they | knew it they were cheering the great l orator, despite themselves. The old ! Greek legend says that Hercules con quered by his very presence, and
 though he masqueraded in the form of
 a man, no sooner did he enter room
 than men knew him to be god. There l Is courage there Is q hopefulneSs, 1 there is a buoyancy, there is a bright | ness, left on the very air by the uncon- scieus influence of one whose soul is supremely and affectionateiy noble. I love to think of Oliver Goldsmith, that
 poor Irish lad to whom everybody was
 attracted despite the fact that he was
 so pitted by smallpox that the boys
 made sport of him on the street, setting up as doctor in the suburbs of Lon don, covering the patch on the breast
 of his old rusty coat with his three
 cornered hat, and standing in dignified
 but terrified patience while his hostess
 begs him to lay 1t aside. It is said that
 Ole Bull once invited his old friend and
 schoolmate Erickson, who was hard
 and practical man, to attend one of his
 concerts and met with a scornful refu-
 sal and the remark that the whiz of
 the wheels and the buzz of the shafts in
 his factory was music enough for him.
 After repeated rebuffs the great mas
 ter one day went to see his friend, talk
 ing the violin with him upon the pre- text that 1t was out of order and need ed repairing. Erickson asked him to explain just what was the matter with it, and Ole Bull took 1t in hand and drew the bow over the strings, and as the sweet strains stole out upon the air the hard old merchant stood transfxed with delight The workmen began to gather around. and the factory was changed into concert hall. Suddenly Ole Bull stopped and said quietly T beg your pardon for disturbing you at your work"
 But Erickson cried out, Never mind the work! Go on! Go on!" In a world where so many wounds are waiting to be healed, so many broken hearts are longing for sympathy, so many estrang ed lives are ready to be reconciled, and so many crushed, and lonesome, and disheartened, and down. trodden fellow mortals are hungering for just a little sweetness and sympathy, there is no power we ought to long for more than the ability to send a thrill of joy and through the soul of the downcast and forsaken. I sometimes think that the very dogs that meet me on the street look me over, to see to wag their tail, or turn and run Dogs are a little bashful, partic ularly sad dogs-dogs that have come in contact with rocks and sticks. And men are shy and uspicious-especially if they have been whipped around the world, and pounded by hard eircum stances Of all the forces that mould | that mysterious and complex thing | called life and of all the influences 1 hat radiate and press out from the | soul into the world of struggle and | sorrow, none Is to be more highly |
 to lrt 6a fight of love in the souls of other mor- .als and if those who come in contact | with you cherish toward you feelings ,f reverent tenderness, are stirred to sublime and noble thoughts, long to en- er upon loftier and purer paths of ser yice. you may be sure that you deserve he name of Christian"
 In Sicily I saw orange groves with treat stone walls around them ten feet nigh. but the trees seemed to be ,rowding up to the edge that they night hang their most luscious oranges ut over the highway and the fra rance of the fruit and the singing of ,irds. came over the great high fence with every breeze. If there is any and geniality and sympa- hy. and generosity in the soul it will ome out, despite all the high fences of ustom and the stone walls of fashion, or all true politness is but the gentle ess of a gentle looking out trough the windows of sense. If you nd were to get into an argument to- borrow. and were to draw a revolver nd point it at your head, in all prob blity I should get you to agree With " way of thinking; but let me lose ly weapon, and have nothing to de- end upon but my powers of persuasion nd my ability to present the truth in f harming way, and the result might be ,tirely different. Force may make the lost insignificant people seem strong { IF a time. but the real revelation . ,mes when the armor is stripped off, f nd the man is forced to depend upon r ,rll-power rather than bullets I / nee sat in a train in the eighborhood of Boston when a z reat. muscular, athletic looking , an came in,, who was evidently under f le influence of liquor. He looked . ,ound for two vacant seats as he ished to go sleep. Seeing none, he ent up to man and demanded that , change his seat. This the man re-
 sed to do, and the giant seized him by r e collar, dragged him out of the seat, t ok hold of the back of the seat in + ont, broke the lock, sat down. put up t S feet and settled back for a sleep. T