The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-08-21


endeavor IN the future; IN victory, SYM
pathy gives greater impetus to achieve
ment, a deeper Joy In cObquerlng diff
culties. and often imparts a holy spirit
Of helpfulness when temptation presents
its alluring wiles. 1t is our privilege not
only to give sympathy without stint TO
friends. but o show il to any and all
who stand in need Of its uplifting power
Every life can be made beautiful In its
spontaneous overflow OF sympathy 20
hearts sorrowful or Joyous. and we have
not fulfilled every duty until we have
fulfilled that OF being sympathetic.
MS. CLARA T. WILLIAMS.
Sympathy Is a wondrous lodestone that
draws and holds the hearts and minds
Of men. This gentle TRANSMISSION Of mind
into mind is always felt. but never prop
erly understood. Where 1t Is permitted
10 exert its influence, however, IL touches
every chord OF the human heart. and
calls forth tones which often become the
sweetest music of life.
Mrs. 4. B. FITZGERALD.
In the year 1873 little girl embroid-
cred these old lines upon her sampler"
Help me to feel another's woe,
To hide the faults I see,
That mercy / TO others show
That mercy show 70 me"
Her daughter looks at the faded letters
and the mother being dead yet speak
eth
An illustration OF active sympathy was
recently seen on the streets OF Washing
ton. An elderly woman fell from a street
car and was severely injured. Being
alone among strangers, and helpless, sew
eral persons kindly suggested that she
should so TO a hospital. but she only
moaned, please take me home" A lady
and gentleman in a passing automobile
stopped The lady came 10 her and put
ting an arm around her said, I'VE will
take you wherever you wish TO go" and
then most kindly helping her into the
automobile she supported her and slowly
and carefully took the suffering woman
home, and then stood by helping with
her sweet sympathy until the surgeons
arrived. and the broken bones set. Was
she not indeed a Good Samaritan" and
was not that most wonderful kindness
to a perfect stranger? Several other
automobiles were near. but hers only
stopped TO lend a helping hand. That
was beyond duty. II was Christlike,
spontaneous sympathy.
Mrs. A. e N. AyERILL.
I know thee not. but as an optimist
member our spirits seem together linked
by sympathy and love And, like the
mingled waters of stream, our thoughts
AMI fancies all united rove.
Mrs CLARPHENIA SMITH.
A kindly thought off reaches far.
Still on this earth some people are
Who sorely lack the mindful tact
To do the smallest friendly act.
But rather. far. would I belong
To those that bear in heart no wrong.
What tho another shows no heart, =
Shall refrain from duty's part?
Nay, nay, while yet It's time
I'll seek to practice acts sublime,
To aching hearts whose woes I see
I'll bring sweet deeds Of sympathy
ARTHUR LENOX.
This IS the height of our deserts.
A little pity for iife's hurts;
A little rain. little sun,
a little sleep when work is done.
A little righteous punishment,
Less for our deeds than their intent;
A little pardon now and then,
Because we are but struggling men.
A little light to show the way.
A little guidance when we stray;
A little love before we pass
To rest beneath the kirkyard grass
A little faith in days Of change
When life is stark and bare and strange;
! A soiace when our eyes are wet
With tears Of loving and regret
True 1t is that we cannot claim
Unmeasured recompense or blame.
Because our way of life is small.
A little is the sum of all.
Nrs. J. J. O'CONNELL
The great duty Of Gods children is e
love one another. We are to recognize
all men as brothers, no matter where
born. or under what sky or institution
! or religion they may live Every mar
belongs to the race, and owes duty
to mankind. Mrs. ]. H. oLCOTT.
The duty of sympathy is TO let tho
heart beat with compassion just as II
! bounds with blood. But II needs few
words to express the high-tide moments
Of the soul; the exquisite imagination Of
the heart that knows when to speak
I and when to be silent; the barometrlC
sensitiveness to anothers thoughts. the
song without words" the tears held II
I leash. The soul needs no outburst Of
words in the Gethsemane of sorrow, no
in the flood-tide of joy; it is &c hear
overlooking in the eyes, the hearty hand
clasp. the little acts. that tell the love
the good fellowship. the comradeship
that uneonsciously betray the unspoker
love. No, the duty Of sympathy needs