The Washington herald., 1917-09-16

are things in life more precious than
silver and gold.
Peter said. such as I have / give
unto thee" and then. such as he
had" which happened in that case to
| be health far out weighed in value, sill
yer and gold. When we give people
who are needy the such as l have
we give them the best We have and
| the such as / have Is always the
thing that they need most. We NAV
| not be able, like Peter. to heal the
bodies OF men nor even to give them
silver and gold, which might not al
ways be wise. but this world is full OF
wounded souls and broken hearts,
some of whom We may heal IL we will.
JOY In Self Counsel
When we steal away from our
selfish selves and do something to help
some needy mortal a great joy comes
creeping into our own hearts. The
blessing that comes to our own lives
when we help others and are faithful
to our duty, is very beautifully set
forth in Longfellow's Poems in The
Tales of a Wayside Inn," In "The
Legend Beautiful" The legend I'm
brief runs like this: A monk was in
his chamber praying. Suddenly his
cell of stone was all aglow with the
presence of the Lord. The vision that
he saw was the Christ OF Galllee as
He walked among men doing them
good. The poor monk naturally was
overcome by the presence OF the
Lord. wondering why the Master
should come and honor him with His
presence. 1t was noon, the hour
when the beggars came to the convent
gate for aims. Suddenly the monk
heard the great bell ring loudly
through the building. 1t was calling
him. to go down to the gate and feed
the beggars. Instantly a terrible
commotion set up in the monks
breast. II was the struggle between
desire and a mans sense of duty. He
wanted to remain with the vision in
the cell but the bell called him down
to the gate to perform his duties.
| Then within his soul a voice spake,
loud and clear:
do thy duty: 1t is best;
Leave unto the Lord the rest"
The monk arose from the stone
] floor and slowly, reluctantly left the
| cell and went down to the gate to
! feed the beggars.
They knew not why,
; Seemed the convent gate to rise.
] Like a Sacrament divine
Z Seemed to them the bread and wine
In his heart the monk was praying.
/ Thinking of the homeless poor
| What they suffer and endure;
| What we see not. what we see:
| And the inward voice was saying:
| Whatsoever thing thou doest
| To the least OF mine and lowest.
Thou dOest unto me-"
! With his task completed the monk
returned to his cell and to his great
/ joy and surprise found that the Mas
ter was still there. Through the long
| hour the monk was down at the gate
! feeding the poor the Blessed vision
! remained. Then the Lord said to the
monk, Had ST thou stayed. must
have fed"
Blessing Only to willing.
So We see that even the Lord him
self, will come to bless us when we
are willing to sacrifice in order TO
| help others. The victory of duty over
desire never fails to bring a great
joy
The work of helping others becomes
! at times mOnotonous. If not irksome,
and loses all its attraction. We be-
come tired occasionally of doing
| good, especially when we feel that
our efforts are not appreciated. When
we get tired helping poor, weak,
ignorant. dirty, erring human beings.
| let us remember that the Master said
"Inasmuch as ye have done it into
| the least of these My brethern,
( ye have done 1t unto Ne" 1t will be
great joy and honor to do some
/ thing for Christ, a great pleasure to
serve the King. And 1 am not so
| sure but that the Master occasionally