The Newtown bee., 1904-06-17

LOW, ana dld not know that 8 Dit or l golden-rod and few other wild flow CTS covered with dust, and blighted by the adverse circumstances of growing in a city's vacant lot, could not have much value. But to him they were flowers, and it was getting cold wealth CT, and there would not be many more to get for mother. But mother was not home and the thoughtless sister who met him in the hall laughed and said, "Mother won't care for those things. They are horrid.'' The dear little fellows enthusiasm was chilled, and he threw his precious offering away: Do not mind what others say. Let lls not be discouraged like the lit- tile boy, but give what we have. Give
 what reveals our love and esteem.
 For, as we have said, it is the motive, not the value of the offering, that counts with our loved ones and friends,
 when we give the best we can. We may not have many of this world s goods to give, we can and should | always give our friends kind
 words and loving ministrations at those times when they need them.
 But why wait for such times? Why l not speak the kind word and show ten der sympathy when there is no special occasion. O let us be more thought full in our homes and in the homes of our friends to speak words that will make the atmosphere sweet and pleas ant while the dear ones are still spared to us. Let us all
 TRY TO DWELL DAILY IN THE LIGHT OF LOVE AND CHEER,
 and not think of our own isappoint- ments and trouble, but of our great Comforter and Friend, and be always on the lookout to make glad and joyous some other heart. For it it better, a thousand times better, to give the box of ointment to the living friend than to bring him the spices and flowers of the whole world when he is in his grave. There is a legend of Jesus which says that as he walked away from his tomb, on the morning of his resurrection, sweet flowers grew in the path behind him. The legend is true m a spiritual sense, wherever his foot steps have pressed the earth all these centuries flowers have sprung up, flow CTS of love, of kindness, of gentleness, of thoughtfulness. We represent Christ to-day, and if we fail to scatter the flowers where we live and where we work, we are not fulfilling our mis- sion, nor obeying the teaching that we should be in the world what he was in the world, repeating his life of love among men. For to live in divine fashion we too must make sunshine for the evil and the good, and rainfall for just and unjust.
 "Teach us to love and give like thee! Not narrowly men s claims to measure, but daily question all our powers. To whose cup we shall add pleasure? Whose path can we make bright with f]owers?' It costs but little to be true blessing to others. Selfishness scatters no flowers. But if we truly love Christ we will have his love in our hearts. Then we shall live not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and living thus we shall be blessing wherever we go. Come then, let us bring our flowers and tokens of love to our friends now, to-day, tomorrow they may not be able to appreciate them. AS Margaret J.. Preston sings in the following words with which we will close:
 ssWhat use for the rope if it be not flung Till the swimmers grasp to the rock has clung? What help in a comrades bugle blast When the peril of Alpine heights is past?' What need that the spurring paean roll When the runner is safe within the goal? What worth is oulOgy's blandest breath When whispered in ears that are hushed in death?
 Mo- No! If you have but word of cheer, Speak it while am alive to hear"