From The Philadelphia Saturday Courier.

THE BEAUTY OF. KINDNESS
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THE BEAUTY OF. KINDNESS.
There is an ever-gushing fount OF kindness il
4 the heart, rfN rsaGa4
That ebbs.and flows to every scene in which
.8 we act apart, F rt sts&
In love il flows, and its bright stream lave.
every deed we do; ttaps't e
Waking the troubled soul of man to hope ant


JOY anew. s5l .'.rrtl
It bears life's richest blessings, eniiclng us tc


streW Ta..t',.s...
And twine them round each loved one's neck


and each loved ones too. .. FL
A smile is born on icy lips--a sparkle in the


eye
OF him who crushed, by pain and grief, ha.


lain him down to die,
In hate, it ebbs and leaves a void, a chasm


within the breast, ...g.
That racks the troubled soul of man. and will


not give il rest. .......,. .... ....
The brow is stern, the lip compressed, and


smiles are seldom seen, ......
And pleasant thoughts, like winters flowers.


are few and far between.
A brothers love and sympathies are looked


upon as wiles,
And locked up in our selfshness, we hate him


for his smiles. -
But if this heavenly fount should fail, or flow


with feebler tide, ..
Where could we ever look for joy and happi-
ness beside;
Or sprinkle o'er the tolls of life shower of


light and bloom, ...
And make its pains 10 fly our steps forever to
the tomb2 -
On, no! 1t must not, cannot be-this is the


fountain source ..... .,.
From whence those holy promptings come


which bring sweet remorse,
For all that we have done amiss-for good We


failed TO do
And give US nerve and faith to work our bet


Ter purpose through.
There IS a beauty in the glow and tone Of sym-


pathy; -. A
There IS charm in kindness which an in.


iant's eye may see,
And read from cheeks OF glowing love. and


eyes of tender light,
Although the lips are still and sad. the brow
is cold and white.
AS golden rays in pleasant June pierce thro'


the summer air,
Robing in heavenly splendor both the faulty


and the fair;
So kindness with its genial rays in one far


reaching sweep, ..4
Embraces all that dwell on earth, or wander


o'er the deep.
Well have marked his melting eye when


kindly thoughts have crept,
Upon the stern and worldly man, and bow'd


him till he wepI
And | have seen the proud man quail, and


heard the rude man sigh,
When some ill-favored brother man cried on,


in agony.
And as the evening shadows slope from west


ern hill and steep,
'Tis sweet TO mark when kindness soothes and


gives peaceful sleep,
To him whose food is scattered crumbs, whose


couch the frozen earth,
Who hath not had one happy hour, e'en from


his pauper BIRTH.
It is holy precious sight to note his beaming


eye,


Whene'er some bright and lovely child may
weep in passing by,
And when the lip of beauty paes, the gentle


bosom heaves,
II is richer gift TO him than heaps of golden


sheaves.


Oh, these are pure and pleasant things. which


II we chose to scan,
Even in all its loveiness the angel heart Of


man.


They throw halo o'er the earth, with many


crimson dye,
And hang upon the skirts of sin, like blossoms


from the sky. J. M. L.
Waterford, N. ", 1896