Milford chronicle., 1904-10-07


Of God have been doing more; they
have been sneering and ridieuling the
beautiful parable of the good Samari
tan. They have been declaring thai
a mans neighbor belongs not to the
family which lives next door to him
The only neighbor who has claims he
would recognize is the wife or child
who lives within the four walls of his
own house. He has been asserting that
a mans chief duty in life is TO himself
and his own.
"CaH any good come out of such a
Nazareth?" l once read of Il great
conqueror invading a country of the
far east One day he entered a temple
+ where stood an idol so beautiful that
not one of his followers was willing to
destroy it. With an oath, the conquer
or said, IF you will not obey my com
mands I will destroy it myself" He
I lifted his battleaX. As he raised him
self in his stirrups-for he had ridden
his horse into the temple-with Il
mighty blow he shattered the idol into
a thousand pieces. Then. to lis fol
lowers surprise, he revealed the fact
that the inside of the idol was not
vacuum. 1t had been filled with thou
sands upon thousands of golden coins,
which as a lava bed burst from the
broken statue and rolled to the feet of
the western iconoclaSt. The ic0noclast
who destroys the beautiful image of
charity and benevOlence may think
that lie, too. Will be able to grasp the
wealth which it pOurs forth on the
needy and the suffering, but he will
be disappointed. The economy which
refuses to give help TO those who need
proves canker TO prosperity. and
those who withhold their charity come
to poverty. The command is that he
who loves God loves his brother also.
and the converse is true that he who
does not love his brother proves that
he does not love his Gods
The Golden Rule with our ancestors
was practically and not mere the
ory. Where are you going tonight,
mother:" the fatheg often asked. You
look tired. You ought not to be going
out tonight 4 know it." she would
say. but l must 90. Our neighbor is
' cry sick. am afraid she will not get
well. They have sent for me to come
and spend the night with her. l have
fixed everything for breakfast If l .
do not get back in-time in the morning. I
you can get along somehow"
The daintiest delicacieS ever cooked /
in the mother's stove were not for the .
growing boys. with healthy. vigorous
lppetites. They We're for the poor con-
young girl who used 90 sit
lay after day upon the neighbours We
'anda in the noon sun, smiling at Us
IS we trudged away to school. My.
now we cast longing eyes at those jeI-
les. We then at times almost wished
We COULD be sick. at least for Il little
while, to get a taste of them. And
low warm and comfortable the nit
ems looked which mother knitted for
he poor children living over the hill!
And when the farmer who lived down
Il the valley was prOstrated with ty-
Dhoid fever and lay for month. hover
ne between life and death. don't you
emember how your father and the
eighbors took turns blowing his fields
nd sowing his grain and getting in
is harycstS? They say that that sick
1an was once a strong athlete. How ]
vcr that may be, when upon his sick
ed he heard what his neighbOrs had {
one and how they had kept the wolf .
f hunger from his door he cried like !
little child. He became just such a !
ick man as Ralph Connor depicted in !
ne of his backwoods tales.
Then the funerals of our fathers and s
)refathers. They never allowed neigh '
or to be buried like a dog or a friend {
'ss pauper. as sometimes we do. No. ,
hey literally practiced the gospel rule: t
1t is better to go to the house of '
lourning than to the house of feast I
lg." When their neighbors wept they ,
'ept When their neighbors were t
'wered into their open graves. they
lemselves held the ropes that gently I
It down the collins. Was not their 8
ay better than our way? We live !
III IA NtAAN plll9 AuI Sui. W us HOL G
le Christian helping hand our fore q
ithers extended to the troubled ones i
their midst better than the icy 81
are with which we regard our neigh 4
Ors! We grumble in a street car be- n
luse we have to wait for two min +
-es while Il funeral procession. wend- s
e its way to the cemetery, is holding Il
; at Il crossing. The Golden Rule +
hich our forefathers practiced should {
ever he allowed to slip out of our n
res The sick man who lives next d
Ior to us should be Just as carefully n
red for and nursed by us as if lie V
as our own son. Y
Clubhouse Versus Home. a
1 deplOre also the iconoclasm which s.
rObbing this country of the sanctity Il
home life The iconoclast's prOfane p
lnds are ruthlessly laid upon our an b
stOrs' sabbath observance and our y
doctrine of do to others d
you would have them do unto you"
ley go further than this. Those same fl
Ofane hands are also snatching away It
II ancestral home enjoyments as well. d.