Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 The power of kindness
 The happy home
 Love to enemies
 Motives for love to enemies
 Kindness and juvenile destitut...
 Kindness and insanity
 National kindness
 The reward of practical kindne...
 The loving kindness of God...
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Title: Kind words awaken kind echoes, or, Illustrations of the power of kindness
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
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    Front Matter
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    Half Title
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    The power of kindness
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HE plan of this volume, as a monitor of love
in illustration of the power of kindness,
was suggested originally by an American
work, entitled "The Law of Kindness," from which
some interesting portions have been transplanted into
our pages. In some essential points, however, that
work appeared not only ill -adapted for English
readers, but radically defective, as a practical ex-
position of the golden law of love. Hence the pre-
paration of this volume. It is written as a humble
but earnest recognition of the sacred maxim, "Let
the same mind be in us as was in Christ and is
offered by the author to his readers in the anxious
hope that it may teach many of them practically to
realize the truth of its title, that love begets love;
that a soft answer turneth away wrath; and that

I. THE POWER OF KINDNESS, ... ... ... ... 9

II. THE HAPPY HOME, ... ... ... ... 46

III. LOVE TO ENEMIES, ... ... ... ... 81


V. PHILANTHROPY, ... ... ... ... ... 152


VII. KINDNESS AND INSANITY, ... ...... ... 221




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The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore."

HEN the people whom God had selected to be
the inheritors of many blessings, and the
race through whom the Messiah should
come, were gathered in the wilderness of Sinai, he
gave them a law by which they should be guided
while they remained apart from all the other families
of mankind. This law is embraced in what we still
recognize as the Ten Commandments. It warns man,
as his duty to his neighbour, that he must not wrong
him, hurt him, rob him, or kill him: he must not even
injure him in his heart by coveting what he possesses.
It was a divine law, and therefore still remains holy,
and binding on all men. But when God himself
appeared among men as the man Christ Jesus, he
summed up all the old commandments in one perfect

Io The Power of Kindness.

law-" Love the Lord with all thy heart, and thy
neighbour as thyself." A new commandment," said
he, I give unto you, That ye love one another;" and
in that perfect law of love is summed up all the second
table of the law. The New Testament abounds with
maxims in accordance with this new law, "which all
hearts recognize to be true-" Perfect love casteth out
fear "-" Love thinketh no evil "-- Love never fails;"
and then that beautiful summary of its full expression
and unlimited extent: "If thine enemy hunger, feed
him; if he thirst, give him drink; so shalt thou heap
coals of fire on his head." We all know the force of
this method of overcoming evil with good, however
little we may practise it. No triumph can equal that
by which we overcome an enemy with love; and did
people only sufficiently consider even the mingled
feeling of humiliation and shame which fills the mind
of one who has received good in return for evil, they
would know it to be by far the noblest revenge that
man can have.
We see, in the spiritual world, the Supreme Being
perfect in benevolence and love, as in all other attri-
butes; while opposed to him is a spirit of evil, insti-
gating to crime and to all sinful passions, which result
in misery to those who take this enemy of all good for
their guide. So is it with the human race. Love is
the. one characteristic of men which shows their like-
ness to God, and revenge and hatred are the passions

The Power of Kindness. I1

which prove them to be the servants of the deviL
Many men have been beautiful examples of the power
of love. It is this spirit that carried Elliot away to
spend his life among the poor, ignorant Red Indians,
and induced the benevolent Howard to expose himself
to danger and to pestilential contagion, that he might-
rescue the most depraved and outcast class of human
beings. It was love that instigated the good apostle
John, and led him, in his old age when all the other
apostles were gone to their rest, to exclaim, as he
entered the assembly of primitive Christian disciples,
"Little children, love one another." He was the dis-
ciple that Jesus loved, because he most resembled
himself. But the only perfect example of love ever
seen on earth was CHRIST. Love constrained him to
leave heaven and dwell with men; love induced him
to bear human contempt and wrong, to endure humi-
liation, suffering, and scorn, while he went about
continually doing good; and love alone at length led
him to do what none other ever did-to lay down his
life for his enemies. No example of human love can
ever equal his; yet it is the pattern that we must
follow, and strive to imitate, if we would wish to be
his disciples.
"Thou shalt not kill!" is one of the old ten com-
mandments, which still remains, like all the others, in
force. But he whose heart is full of love, and who is
guided in all his actions by the law of kindness, will

12 The Power of Kindness.

not feel this a difficult commandment to keep. There
is, however, one way in which a Christian is permitted
to kill his enemies. Does the reader ask how ? In
self-defence, perhaps, you say. No! it is not that I
mean. In war ? No nor that neither. The way in
which the Christian should kill his enemy, whether in
peace or war, in retaliation or self-defence, is by making
him his friend; he is, in fact, to kill him with kind-
ness. The mode of doing this can hardly be better
illustrated than by the following narrative, related by
Mrs. Child, as a story founded on fact, of

Reuben Black was a torment in the neighbourhood
where he resided. The very sight of him produced
effects which may be likened to those said to follow a
Hindoo magical tune, called Rang, which is supposed
to bring on clouds, storms, and earthquakes. His wife
had a sharp and uncomfortable look. His boys seemed
to be in perpetual fear. The cows became startled as
soon as he opened the barn-yard gates. The dog
dropped his tail between his legs, and eyed him
askance, as if to see what humour he was in. The cat
looked wild, and had been known to rush straight up
the chimney when he moved toward her. The de-
scription of a certain stage-horse was well suited to
Reuben's nag-" His hide resembled an old hair trunk."
Continual whipping and kicking had made him so

The Power of Kindness. 13
insensible, that no amount of blows could quicken his
pace, no cheering could change the dejected drooping
of his head. All his natural language said, as plain as
a horse could say it, that he was a most unhappy beast.
Even the trees on Reuben's premises had a neglected
and desolate appearance. His fields were red with
sorrel, or overrun with weeds. Everything about him
seemed hard and arid as his own countenance. Every
day he cursed the town and the neighbourhood, because
the people poisoned his dogs, and stoned his hens, and
shot his cats. Continual lawsuits involved him in so
much trouble and expense, that he had neither time
nor money to spend on the improvement of his farm.
Against Joe Smith, a poor labourer in the neighbour-
hood, he had brought three suits in succession. Joe
said he had returned a spade he had borrowed, and
Reuben swore he had not. He sued Joe and recovered
damages, for which he ordered the officer to seize his
pig. Joe, in his wrath, called him an old swindler,
and a curse to the neighbourhood. # These remarks
were soon repeated to Reuben. He brought an action
for slander, and recovered very small damages. Pro-
voked at the laugh this occasioned, he watched for Joe
to pass by, and set his dog upon him, crying out
furiously, Call me an old swindler again, will you "
An evil spirit is more contagious than the plague. Joe
went home and scolded his wife, boxed little Joe's ears,
and kicked the cat; and not one of them knew what it

14 The Power of Kindness.

was all for. A fortnight after, Reuben's dog was
found dead from poison. Whereupon he brought
another action against Joe Smith, and not being able
to prove him guilty of the charge of dog-killing, he
took his revenge by poisoning a pet lamb belonging to
Mrs..Smith. Thus feelings of ill-will were followed by
misery and loss. Joe's temper grew more and more
vindictive, and the love of talking over his troubles at
the gin-shop increased upon him. Poor Mrs. Smith
cried, and said it was all owing to Reuben Black, for a
better-hearted man never lived than her Joe when she
first married him.
Such was the state of things when Simeon Green
purchased the farm adjoining Reuben's. This had
been much neglected, and had caught thistles and other
weeds from the neighboring fields. But Simeon was
a diligent man, and one who commanded well his own
temper, for he had learned of Him who is meek and
lowly in heart." He had been taught by the Holy
Spirit the evil of his own heart, and been led to a
humble but sure trust in Christ for pardon and sal-
vation; and having this hope in him, he sought, by
the aid of the Holy Spirit, to purify himself even as
God is pure, and to walk worthy of the vocation where-
with he was called, with all lowliness and meekness,
with long-suffering, forbearing-in love.
His steady perseverance and industry soon changed
the aspect of things on the farm. River mud, autumn

The Power of Kindness. IS

leaves, old bones, were all put in use to assist in
producing fertility and beauty. The trees, hitherto
overrun with moss and insects, soon looked clean and
vigorous. Fields of grain waved where weeds had
only grown before. Roses covered half the house with
their abundant clusters. Even the rough rock, which
formed the door-step, was edged with golden moss.
The sleek horse, feeding in clover, tossed his mane and
neighed when his master came near; as much as to
say, The world is all the pleasanter for having you in
it, Simeon Green !" The old cow, fondling her calf
under the great walnut tree, walked up to him with a
serious friendly face, asking for a slice of beet-root
which he was wont to give her. Chanticleer, strutting
about with his troop of plump hens and their downy
little chickens, took no trouble to keep out of his way,
but flapped his glossy wings, and crowed a welcome in
his very face. When Simeon turned his way homeward,
the boys threw their caps, and ran shouting, "Father's
coming !" and little Mary went toddling up to him,
with a flower ready to place in his button-hole. His wife
was a woman of few words, but she sometimes said to
her neighbours, with a quiet kind of satisfaction,
"Everybody loves my husband that knows him. They
cannot help it."
Simeon Green's acquaintance knew that he was
never engaged in a lawsuit in his life, but they pre-
dicted that he would find it impossible to avoid it now.

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They told him his next neighbour was determined to
quarrel with people whether they would or not; that
he was like John Lilburne, of whom it was happily
said, If the world were emptied of every person but
himself, Lilburne would still quarrel with John, and
John with Lilburne."
Is that his character said Simeon. "If he
exercises it upon me, I will soon kill him."
In every neighbourhood there are individuals who
like to foment disputes, not from any definite intention
of malice or mischief, but merely because it makes a
little ripple of excitement in the dull stream of life.
Such people were not slow in repeating Simeon Green's
remark about his wrangling neighbour. "Kill me,
will he ?" exclaimed Reuben. He said no more; but
his tightly compressed mouth had such a significant
expression that his dog slunk from him in alarm.
That very night Reuben turned his horse into the
highway, in hopes he would commit some depredation
on neighbour Green's premises. But Joe Smith, seeing
the animal at large, let down the bars of Reuben's own
cornfield, and the poor beast walked in, and feasted as
he had not done for many a year. It would have been
a great satisfaction to Reuben if he could have brought
a suit against his horse; but as it was, he was obliged
to content himself with beating him. His next exploit
was to shoot Mary Green's handsome cock, because he
stood on the stone wall and crowed, in the ignorant

The Power of Kindness. 17

joy of his heart, a few inches beyond the frontier line
that bounded the contiguous farms. Simeon said he
was sorry for the poor bird, and sorry because his wife
and children liked the pretty creature; but otherwise
it was no great matter. He had been intending to
build a poultry yard with a good high fence, that his
hens might not annoy his neighbours; and now he was
admonished to make haste and do it. He would build
them a snug warm house to roost in; they should have
plenty of gravel and oats, and room to walk back and
forth, and crow and cackle to their hearts' content;
there they could enjoy themselves, and be out of harm's
But Reuben Black had a degree of ingenuity and
perseverance which might have produced great results
for mankind had those qualities been devoted to some
more noble purpose than provoking quarrels. A pear
tree in his garden very improperly stretched an arm a
little over Simeon Green's premises. It happened that
the overhanging bough bore more abundant fruit, and
glowed with a richer hue than the other boughs. One
day little -George Green, as he went whistling along,
picked up a pear that had fallen into his father's garden.
The instant he touched it, he felt something on the
back of his neck like the sting of a wasp. It was
Reuben Black's whip, followed by such a storm of
angry words, that the poor child rushed into the house
in an agony of terror. But this experiment failed also.
(149) 2

18 The Power of Kindness.

The boy was soothed by his mother, and told not to
go near the pear tree again; and there the matter
This imperturbable good nature vexed Reuben more
than all the tricks and taunts he met from others. Evil
efforts he could understand, and repay with compound
interest, but he did not know what to make of this
perpetual forbearance. It seemed to him there must
be something contemptuous in it. He disliked Simeon
more than all the rest of the people put together,
because he made him feel so uncomfortably in the
wrong, and did not afford him the slightest pretext for
complaint. It was annoying to see everything in his
neighbour's domains looking so happy, and presenting
such a bright contrast to the forlornness of his own.
When their waggons passed each other on the road, it
seemed as if Simeon's horse tossed his head higher and
flung out his mane, as if he knew he was going by
Reuben Black's old nag. He often said he supposed
Green covered his house with roses and honeysuckles
on purpose to shame his bare walls. But he did not
care-not he! He was not going to be fool enough to
rot his boards with such stuff. But no one resented his
disparaging remarks, or sought to provoke him in any
way. The rose smiled, the horse neighed, and the calf
capered; but none of them had the least idea that they
were scorned by Reuben Black. Even the dog had no
malice in his heart, though he did one night chase

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home his geese, and bark at them through the bars
Reuben told his master the next day, and said he
would bring an action against him if he did not keep
that dog at home. Simeon answered very quietly that
he would try to take better care of him. For several
days a strict watch was kept, in hopes Towzer would
worry the geese again; but they paced home undis-
turbed, and not a solitary bow-wow furnished excuse
for a lawsuit.
The new neighbours not only declined quarrelling,
but they occasionally made positive advances towards
a friendly relation. Simeon's wife sent Mrs. Black a
large basketful of very fine plums. Pleased with the
unexpected attention, she cordially replied, "Tell your
mother it was very kind of her, and I am very much
obliged to her." Reuben, who sat smoking in the
chimney corner, listened to this message for once with-
out any impatience, except whiffing the smoke through
his pipe a little faster and fiercer than usual. But
when the boy was going out of the door, and the
friendly words were repeated, he exclaimed, "Don't
make a fool of yourself, Peg. They want to give us a
hint to send a basket of our pears; that's the upshot of
the business. You may send them a basket, when they
are ripe; for I scorn to be under obligation, especially
to your smooth-tongued folks." Poor Peggy, whose
heart had been for the moment refreshed by a little act
of kindness, admitted distrust into her bosom, and all

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the pleasure she had felt on receiving her neighbour's
present departed.
Not long after this advance toward good neighbour-
hood, some labourers employed by Simeon Green,
passing over a bit of marshy ground with a heavy
team, stuck fast in a bog occasioned by long continued
rain. The poor oxen were unable to extricate them-
selves, and Simeon ventured to ask assistance from his
waspish neighbour, who was working at a short distance.
Reuben replied gruffly, "I've got enough to do to
attend to my own business." The civil request that
he might be allowed to use his oxen and chains for a
few minutes being answered in this surly tone, Simeon
silently walked of in search of a more obliging
The men who had been left waiting with the patient
and suffering oxen scolded about Reuben's ill nature
when Simeon came back to them, and said they hoped
Reuben would get stuck in the same bog himself.
Their employer rejoined, "If he should, we will do our
duty and help him out." "There is such a thing as
being too good-natured," said they. If Reuben Black
takes the notion that people are afraid of him, it makes
him trample on them worse than ever."
"Oh, wait a while," replied Green, smiling, "I will
kill him before long. Wait and see if I do not kill
It chanced soon after, that Reuben's team did stick

The Power of Kindness. 21

fast in the same bog, as the workmen had wished.
Simeon noticed it from a neighboring field, and gave
directions that the oxen and chains should be imme-
diately conveyed to his assistance. The men laughed,
shook their heads, and talked about the old hornet.
They, however, cheerfully proceeded to do as their
employer requested. "You are in a bad situation,
neighbour," said Simeon, as he came alongside the
foundered team; "but my men are coming with two
yoke of oxen, and I think we shall soon manage to
help you out." "You may take your oxen back again,"
replied Reuben, quickly; "I want none of your help."
In a very friendly tone Simeon answered, I cannot
consent to do that; for evening is coming on, and you
have very little time to lose. It is a bad job at any
time, but it will be still worse in the dark." "Light
or dark, I do not ask your help," replied Reuben,
emphatically. I would not help you out of the bog
the other day when you asked me." But his good
neighbour replied, "The trouble I had in relieving my
poor oxen teaches me to feel for others in the same
situation. Do not let us waste words about it, neigh-
bour. It is impossible for me to go home and leave
you here in the bog, and night coming on."
The team was soon drawn out, and Simeon and his
men went away, without waiting for thanks. When
Reuben went home that night, he was unusually
thoughtful. After smoking awhile in deep contempla-

22 The Power of Kindness.

tion, he gently knocked the ashes from his pipe, and
said, with a sigh, "Peg, Simeon Green has killed me!"
"What do you mean ?" said his wife, dropping her
knitting with a look of surprise. You know, when he
first came into this neighbourhood he said he would
kill me," replied Reuben; "and he has done-it. The
other day he asked me to help his team out of the bog,
and I told him I had enough to do to attend to my
own business. To-day my team stuck fast in the same
bog, and he came with two yoke of oxen to draw it
out. I felt ashamed to have him lend me a hand, so
I told him I wanted none of his help, but he answered
just as pleasant as if nothing contrary had happened,
that night was coming on, and he was not willing to
leave me in the mud." He is a pleasant spoken man,"
said Mrs. Black, "and always has a pretty word to say
to the boys. His wife seems to be a nice neighbourly
body, too." Reuben made no answer; but after medi-
tating awhile, he remarked, Peg, you know that big
ripe melon down at the bottom of the garden ? you
may as well carry it over there in the morning." His
wife said she would, without asking him to explain
where "over there" was.
But when the morning came, Reuben walked back-
wards and forwards, and round and round, with that
sort of aimless activity often manifested by fowls, and
fashionable idlers, who feel restless, and do not know
what to run after. At length the cause of his uncer-

The Power of Kindness. 23

tain movements was explained. "I may as well carry
the melon myself, and thank him for his oxen. In my
flurry down there in the marsh, I forgot to say that I
was obliged to him."
He marched off toward the garden, and his wife stood
at the door, with her hand shading the sun from her
eyes, to see if he would carry the melon into Simeon
Green's house. It was the most remarkable incident
that had ever happened since her marriage. She could
hardly believe her own eyes. He walked quickly, as if
afraid he should not be able to carry the unusual im-
pulse into action if he stopped to re-consider the
question. When he got into Mr. Green's house, he felt
extremely awkward, and hastened to say, "Mrs. Green,
here is a melon my wife sent to you, and we think it is
a ripe one." Without manifesting any surprise at such
unexpected courtesy, the friendly matron thanked him,
and invited him to sit down. But he stood playing
with the latch of the door, and without raising his eyes
said, Maybe Mr. Green is not in this morning ?"
"He is at the pump, and will be in directly," she
replied; and before her words were spoken, the honest
man walked in, with a face as fresh and bright as a
June morning. He stepped right up to Reuben, shook
his hand cordially, and said, "I am glad to see you,
neighbour. Take a chair-take a chair."
"Thank you, I cannot stop," replied Reuben. He
pushed his hat on one side, rubbed his head, looked

24 The Power of Kindness.

out of the window, and then said suddenly, as if by a
desperate effort,-" The fact is, Mr. Green, I did not
behave right about the oxen."
"Never mind-never mind," replied Mr. Green.
"Perhaps I shall get into the bog again, one of these
rainy days. If I do, I shall know whom to call
Why, you see," said Reuben, still very much con-
fused, and avoiding Simeon's mild clear eye-" you see
the neighbours here are very provoking. If I had
always lived by such neighbours as you are, I should
not be just as I am."
"Ah, well, we must try to be to others what we
want them to be to us," rejoined Simeon. You know
the good Book says so. I have learned by experience,
that if we speak kind words, we hear kind echoes. If
we try to make others happy, it fills them with a wish
to make us happy. Perhaps you and I can bring the
neighbours round in time to this way of thinking and
acting. Who knows ?-let us try, Mr. Black, let us
try. But come and look at my orchard. I want to
show you a tree which I have grafted with very choice
apples. If you like, I will procure you some cuttings
from the same stock."
They went into the orchard together, and friendly
chat soon put Reuben at his ease. When he returned
home, he made no remarks about his visit; for he could
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The Power of Kindness. 25

his wife that he had confessed himself in the wrong.
A gun stood behind the kitchen door, in readiness to
shoot Mr. Green's dog for having barked at his horse.
He now fired the contents into the air, and put the gun
away into the barn. From that day henceforth, he
never sought for any pretext to quarrel with the dog or
his master. A short time after, Joe Smith, to his utter
astonishment, saw him pat Towzer on the head, and
heard him say, Good fellow !"
Simeon Green was too magnanimous to repeat to any
one that his quarrelsome neighbour had confessed him-
self to blame. He merely smiled as he said to his
wife, "I thought we should kill him after a while."
Joe Smith did not believe in such doctrines. When
he heard of the adventures in the marsh, he said, "Sim
Green is a fool. When he first came here, he talked very
big about killing folks, if they did not mind their P's
and Q's. But he does not appear to have as much spirit
as a worm; for a worm will turn when it is trod upon."
Poor Joe had grown more intemperate and more
quarrelsome, till at last nobody would employ him.
About a year after the memorable incident of the
water-melon, some one stole several valuable hides from
Mr. Green. He did not mention the circumstance to
any one but his wife; and they both had reason for
suspecting that Joe was the thief. The next week the
following anonymous advertisement appeared in the
newspaper of the county:-

26 The Power of Kindness.

"1 Whoever stole a lot of hides on Friday night, the
5th of the present month, is hereby informed that the
owner has a sincere wish to be his friend. If poverty
tempted him to this false step, the owner will keep the
Whole transaction a secret, and will gladly put him in
the way of obtaining money by means more- likely to
bring him peace of mind."
This singular advertisement, of course, excited a good
deal of remark. There was much debate whether or
not the thief would avail himself of the friendly offer.
Some said he would be a greenhorn if he did; for it
was manifestly a trap to catch him. But he who had
committed the dishonest deed alone knew whence that
benevolent offer came, and he knew that Simeon Greqli
was not a man to set traps for his fellow-creatures.
A few nights afterwards, a timid knock was heard -at
Simeon's door, just as the family were retiring to rest.
When the door was opened, Joe Smith was seen on the
steps, with a load of hides on his shoulders. Without
raising his eyes, he said, in a low humble tone, I
have brought them back, Mr. Green. Where shall I
put them ?"
"Wait a moment till I can light a lantern, and I
will go to the barn with you," he replied. Then you
will come in, and tell me how it happened.-We will
see what can be done for you."
Mrs. Green knew that Joe often went hungry, and
had become accustomed to the stimulus of gin. She

The Power of Kindness. 27

therefore hastened to make hot coffee, and brought from
the closet some cold meat-pie.
When they returned from the barn, she said, "I
thought you might feel better for a little warm supper,
neighbour Smith." Joe turned his back towards her,
and did not speak. He leaned his head against the
chimney, and after a moment's silence, he said, in a
choked voice, "It was the first time I ever stole any-
thing, and I have felt very bad about it. I do not
know how it is. I did not think, once, I should ever
come to be what I am. But I took to quarrelling, and
then to drinking. Since I began to go down hill, every
body gives me a kick. You are the first man that has
offered me a helping hand. My wife is feeble, and my
children are starving. You have sent them many a
meal, God bless you and yet I stole the hides from
you, meaning to sell them the first chance I could get.
But I tell you, Mr. Green, it is the first time I ever
deserved the name of thief."
Let it be the last, my friend," said Simeon, pressing
his hand kindly. "The secret shall remain between
ourselves. You are young, and can make up lost time.
Come now, give me a promise that you will not drink
one drop of intoxicating liquor for a year, and I will
employ you, to-morrow, at good wages. Mary will see
to your family early in the morning, and perhaps we
may find some employment for them also. The little
boy can at least pick up stones. But eat a bit now,

28 The Power of Kindness.

and drink some hot coffee. It will keep you from
wanting to drink anything stronger to-night. You will
find it hard to abstain at first, Joseph; but keep up a
brave heart, for the sake of your wife and children, and
it will soon become easy. When you feel the need of
coffee, tell my Mary, and she will always give it you."
Joe tried to eat and drink, but the food seemed to
choke him. He was nervous and excited. After an
ineffectual effort to compose himself, he laid his head
on the table, and wept like a child.
After a while, Simeon persuaded him to bathe his
head in cold water, and he ate and drank with good
appetite. When he went away, the kind-hearted host
said, "Try to do well, Joseph, and you shall always
find a friend in me."
The poor fellow pressed his hand, and replied, "I
understand now how it is you kill bad neighbours."
He entered into Mr. Green's service the next day,
and remained in it many years, an honest and faithful

How happily does this beautiful narrative illustrate
the power of kindness in subduing the most unlovely
and unamiable of human passions It might be styled
the triumph of love. Simeon Green, simply provided
with the weapon of kindness, disarmed the churlishness
and evil passions of his neighbours. It is a fine ex-
ample of the practical efficacy of Christian principle,

The Power of Kindness. 29

which does not expend itself in mere words, or exhaust
itself in a single effort, but by patient continuance in
the work of charity and love is sure at last to triumph.
The case was, in all reasonable probability, a most un-
promising one. The disposition and temper of Reuben
Black, though such as is unhappily by no means rare
in this world, seemed such as the man of peace could
only escape from by getting beyond its reach. But
Simeon knew of a power more potent than malignity
and revenge, and had learned the lesson of "killing his
enemy," as a Christian only may, by acts of kindness.
Yet even Christian love may fail. The great pattern
of all love, the divine manifestation of the perfection
of generous self-sacrifice-the God-man, Christ Jesus,
when he was reviled, reviled not again; when he was
mocked, and scourged, and crowned with thorns, and
at length nailed to the tree, suffered in patience, pray-
ing for the forgiveness of his murderers; yet he sub-
dued not all his enemies by his love. There was a
Judas even among the twelve. There were faint-
hearted and faithless ones among the disciples, and
there were thousands, fed, and healed, and refreshed
by his miracles, who shouted, "Away with him!
Crucify him!" who felt no sympathy for him at the
judgment bar, and no sorrow for him on the cross of
Calvary. We must not therefore be discouraged, or
think our efforts have been altogether in vain, even if we
should lavish kind attentions and generous deeds on

30 The Power of Kindness.
neighbours and companions as ungentle and churlish as
Reuben Black, and find that all our self-sacrifice has
been in vain. We pust not weary in well-doing, since
we may rest assured that our forbearance and kindness,
if it fail to soften the churl, and kindle a return of
gratitude or a sense of shame in his rude breast, will
at any rate return into our own bosoms with a sense
of virtuous triumph, the sweetness of which contrasts
strangely, indeed, with the remorseful victory of revenge.
The Bible tells us that the divine Redeemer came
to set us an example, that we should follow in his steps.
When we read of his patient sufferings, his miracles of
healing, his casting out of evil spirits, his raising the
dead, it seems as if it were altogether vain that we
should attempt to imitate him. Yet the command is
a most simple one,-" Let the same mind be in you
that was in Christ Jesus, who, when he was reviled,
reviled not again; when he suffered, threatened not,
but committed himself to him that judgeth righteously."
The conduct of Simeon Green is a most happy illustra-
tion of one of the ways in which this spirit of love will
manifest itself, and though it may not always have its
return in such visible fruits upon the object against
whom such missiles of love are directed, yet we may
rest assured that patience hath her perfect work, and
love will have its triumph and its own sweet reward.
Yet it is well calculated to fill the carnal mind with
surprise, when the powerful efficacy of such love is

The Power of Kindness. 31

discovered. Reuben Black is no solitary instance of
victory achieved, by such means, over the most morose
and stubborn self-will.

Bishop Latimer tells us, in one of his sermons on
the Lord's Prayer, of an incident in the life of the well-
known Humphrey Monmouth, the wealthy alderman
and sheriff of London, whom George Harvey has re-
presented as one of the most prominent figures intro-
duced by him in the group of citizens represented in
his noble picture of "The first reading of the Bible in
the crypt of Old St. Paul's:"-
Sheriff Monmouth had a poor neighbour, to whom
he had shown many acts of kindness. But the good
alderman became a Protestant, and his neighbour
thenceforth regarded him as an heretic and an enemy,
and would turn aside if he saw him in the street, lest
he should speak to him. 'One time it happened,' says
Latimer, 'that the alderman met him in so narrow a
street, that he could not shun him but must come
near him; yet for all this, this poor man was minded
to go forward, and not to speak with him. The rich
man perceiving that, caught him by the hand, and
asked him, saying, 'Neighbour, what is come into your
heart, to take such displeasure with me7 What have
I done against thee? Tell me, and I will be ready at
all times to make you amends.'
"Finally, he spoke so gently, so charitably, and

32 The Power of Kindness.
friendly, that it wrought in the poor man's heart, so
that by-and-by he fell down upon his knees, and asked
his forgiveness. The rich man forgave him, and took
him again into his favour, and they loved each other
as well as ever they did before."

Still simpler is the following little incident, illustra-
tive of the same power of love:-
"A neighbour sent his servant to John Bruen, Esq.
of Bruen, requesting him never to set a foot upon his
ground; to whom he sent this reply,--'If it please
your master to walk upon my grounds, he shall be very
welcome; but if he please to come to my house, he
shall be still more welcome.' By thus heaping coals
of fire upon his head, he won him over to love and
tenderness, and made him his cordial friend."

The story of Simeon Green's mode of dealing with
his churlish neighbour, with which we have introduced
the illustrations of this chapter, in exhibition of the
power of kindness, finds a very striking parallel in the
following brief incident of an occurrence in the State
of Massachusetts, in the United States. It does not,
indeed, display the patient hope and long watching by
which Simeon at length overcame his neighbour; but
it shows most effectually how, actuated by the same
spirit, a "soft answer turneth away wrath:"-
"The horse of a worthy and pious farmer in Massa-

The Power of Kindness, 33

chusetts happening to stray into the road, a neighbour
of the man who owned the horse put him into the
pound. Meeting the owner soon after, he told him
what he had done. 'And if I catch him in the road
again,' said he, 'I'll do it again.' 'Neighbour,' replied
the other, 'not long since I looked out of my window
in the night, and saw your cattle in my meadow, and
I drove them out and shut them in your yard; and I'll
do it again.' Struck with the reply, the man liberated
the horse from the pound, and paid the charges himself."

Another anecdote, illustrating the fruits of the same
lovely spirit, was thus related by a farmer in New
Jersey, when describing the nature of his intercourse
with his neighbour:-
"I once owned a large flock of hens. I generally
kept them shut up; but, one spring, I concluded to
let them run in my yard, after I had clipped their
wings, so that they could not fly. One day, when I
came home to dinner, I learned that one of my neigh-
bours had been there, full of wrath, to let me know my
hens had been in his garden, and that he had killed
several of them, and thrown them over into my
yard. I was greatly enraged because he had killed
my beautiful hens, which I valued so much. I deter-
mined, at once, to be revenged-to sue him, or in some
other way get redress. I sat down and ate my dinner
as calmly as I could. By the time I had finished my
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34 The Power of Kindness.
meal I became more cool, and thought that perhaps it
was not the best plan I could devise to fight with my
neighbour about hens, and thereby make him my bitter,
lasting enemy. I concluded to try another way, being
sure that it would do better.
"After dinner, I went to his house. He was in his
garden. I stepped out, and found him in pursuit of
one of my hens with a club, trying to kill it. I
accosted him. He turned upon me, his face inflamed
with wrath, and broke out in a great fury,-
"' You have abused me. I will kill all your hens,
if I can get at them. I never was so injured. My
garden is ruined.'
"' I am very sorry for it,' said I. 'I did not wish
to injure you, and now see that I have made a great
mistake in letting out my hens. I ask your forgive-
ness, and am willing to pay you six times the damage.'
"The man seemed confounded. He did not know
what to make of it. He looked up to the sky-then
down to the earth-then at me-then at his club-
and then at the poor hen he had been pursuing, and
said nothing.
"' Tell me now,' said I, 'what is the damage, and I
will pay you; and my hens shall trouble you no more.
I will leave it entirely to you to say what I shall do.
I cannot afford to lose the good will of my neighbours,
and quarrel with them, for hens, or anything else.'
"'I am a great fool,' said the neighbour. 'The

The Power of Kindness. 35

damage is not worth talking about; and I have far
more need to compensate you, than you me, and to ask
your forgiveness than to receive it.'"

Rare as it is to find this spirit of forgiveness and
love actuating men, such examples are much more fre-
quent than we are perhaps apt to conceive, since they
are not of the class of incidents which make the greatest
show, or attract the most general attention. We shall
select a few more of these homely but delightful evi-
dences of the triumph of kindness over the most stub-
born natures, with which to conclude this chapter:-
"A lady residing in a country town had repeatedly
treated a young man whom she met with in the social
circles of the neighbourhood with marked contempt
and unkindness. Neither of them moved in the
higher circles of society; but the lady, without cause,
took numerous occasions to cast reproachful reflections
on the young man as beneath her notice, and unfit to
be treated with common respect. This lady had the
misfortune to meet with a considerable loss in the
destruction of a valuable chaise, occasioned by the
running away of the horse. She had borrowed the
horse and vehicle, and was required to make good the
damage. This was a serious draft on her pecuniary
resources, and she felt much distressed by her ill
fortune. The young man, being of a kind and
generous disposition, and determined to return good

36 The Power of Kindness.
for evil, instantly set himself about collecting money
for her relief. Subscribing liberally himself, and
actively soliciting others, he soon made up a generous
sum, and before she became aware of his movement,
appeared before her and placed the money modestly at
her disposal. She was thunderstruck. He left her
without waiting for thanks or commendation. She
was entirely overcome, and wept like a child."

There is a name-that of William Ladd-well
known throughout the whole United States of America
as that of the great advocate of the principles of uni-
versal peace, in opposition to armed conventions, offen-
sive wars, and all the false ideas of military glory, and
the bloody and impure honours of war. The Apostle
of Peace, as he is very frequently styled, used to relate
the following anecdote of his own personal experience, to
prove the most effective way of subduing our enemies:-
"I had," he was wont to say, a fine field of grain
growing upon an out-farm at some distance from the
homestead. Whenever I rode by, I saw my neighbour
Pulsifer's sheep in the lot, destroying my hopes of a
harvest. These sheep were of the gaunt, long-legged
kind, active as spaniels; they would spring over the
highest fence, and no partition-wall could keep them
out. I complained to neighbour Pulsifer about them,
sent him frequent messages, but all without avail
Perhaps they would be kept out for a day or two; but

The Power of Kindness. 37

the legs of his sheep were long, and my grain more
tempting than the adjoining pasture. I rode by again
-the sheep were still there; I became angry, and told
my men to set the dogs on them; and if that would
not do, I would pay them if they would shoot the
I rode away much agitated; for I was not so much
of a peace man then as I am now, and I felt literally
full of fight. All at once a light flashed in upon me.
I asked myself, 'Would it not be well for you to try
in your own conduct the peace principle you are teach-
ing to others I thought it all over, and settled
down in my mind as to the best course to be pursued.
"The next day I rode over to see neighbour Pulsifer.
I found him chopping wood at his door. 'Good morn-
ing, neighbour!' No answer. 'Good morning!' I
repeated. He gave a kind of grunt without looking
up. 'I came,' continued I, 'to see about the sheep.'
At this, he threw down his axe, and exclaimed, in an
angry manner, 'Now, aren't you a pretty neighbour, to
tell your men to kill my sheep ? I heard of it; a rich
man, like you, to shoot a poor man's sheep!'
I was wrong, neighbour !' said I; 'but it won't do
to let your sheep eat up all that grain ; so I came over
to say, that I would take your sheep to my homestead
pasture, and put them in with mine; and in the fall
you may take them back; and if any one is missing.
you may take your pick out of my whole flock.'


38 The Power of Kindness.

"Pulsifer looked confounded; he did not know how
to take me. At last he stammered out, 'Now, 'Squire,
are you in earnest ?' 'Certainly I am,' I answered; 'it
is better for me to feed your sheep in my pasture on
grass, than to feed them here on grain; and I see the
fence can't keep them out.'
After a moment's silence, The sheep shan't trouble
you any more,' exclaimed Pulsifer. 'I will fetter them
all. But I'll let you know that, when any man talks of
shooting, I can shoot too; and when they are kind and
neighbourly, I can be kind too.' The sheep never
again trespassed on my lot. And, my friends," he would
continue, addressing the audience, "remember that
when you talk of injuring your neighbours, they will
talk of injuring you. When nations threaten to fight,
other nations will be ready too. Love will beget love;
a wish to be at peace will keep you in peace. You can
overcome evil with good. There is no other way."

Another pleasant example will suffice to show the
reward which the generous heart receives in returning
good for evil:-
"A Christian farmer in Jersey had a neighbour of
such a malevolent character as made him a plague and
terror to those with whom he became offended.
One day he found the hogs of this good neighbour
in his corn-field. He drove them out, and came to
their owner in a storm of passion, making a great bluster

The Power of Kindness. 39

about the damage done to his crop. 'If I ever see
them in my corn again,' said he,' I'll kill them-that
I will.'
"The good man kept calm as a summer's evening,
and said nothing but what wag kind and good-natured
in reply.
Farmer Ward, after he had spent all his fury, went
off very much vexed to see that none of it took
The good man shut up his swine at once; but,
impatient for their favourite and new-found food, they
soon made their escape, and got into the same corn-
field again without the knowledge of their owner.
"Mr. Ward discovered them, and at once attacked
them, slaughtering three or four of them before they
could make their retreat. Then, to aggravate his
neighbour's feelings to the utmost, he put the dead
bodies on a cart, and drew them over to his house. He
threw them down before the door, saying, with sarcastic
bitterness, 'Your hogs got into my corn again, and I
thought I would bring them home !'
"The owner of the swine kept perfectly cool, giving
no look or word of resentment at the injury done to him.
He might have gone to law with Mr. Ward, and per-
haps made him smart severely for destroying his pro-
perty and insulting him as he did. But he thought it
best to keep out of the law.
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in a similar way beside the road. Now, it so happened
that neighbour Ward had some unruly swine running
in the street, which got into the good man's corn-field,
and committed a depredation similar to that which his
had done in Mr. Ward's field the year before. He
went and told him what mischief his vagrant swine had
done, and requested him to shut them up. But he
paid no attention to the request.
"Soon after, the farmer discovered them in the same
field again, and he hit on a good-natured and witty
expedient of being revenged on his neighbour. Instead
of killing them and carrying them home dead, he
caught them, tied their legs carefully, and drew them
with his team to their owner's door. 'Neighbour,' said
he, 'Ifound your hogs in my corn again, and I thought
I would bring them home !'
Never was a man more completely confounded!
He saw the wide difference between his neighbour's
conduct and his own. It was too much. He told his
neighbour that he was very sorry, and that he would
pay all damages the hogs had done. He offered to pay
him, too, for the hogs he had killed the year before!
'No,' replied the other, 'I shall make no account of the
damages your hogs nave done; and I shall take nothing
for what you did to mine. I let that pass.'
"Mr. Ward was completely overcome. He was ever
after as kind and forbearing to his Christian neighbour
as he had been mischievous and cruel before."

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We shall only add one more anecdote. It occurred
among a band of settlers who went to establish them-
selves in the great wilderness of the backwoods of
America. They were a party of nearly forty emigrants,
who were united together by higher principles than
mere gain, being, like the old Pilgrim Fathers of New
England, a little colony of Christian wayfarers, who
sought a home in the wilderness. The account of their
experience in their new settlement was related to Mrs.
Child by one of the colonists; and is thus told by her:-
"Rich in divine knowledge, this little band started
for the far west. They were industrious and frugal,
and all things prospered under their hands. But soon
wolves came near the fold, in the shape of reckless
unprincipled adventurers; believers in force and cun-.
ning, who acted according to their creed. The colony
of practical Christians spoke of their depredations in
terms of gentlest remonstrance, and repaid them with
kindness. They went farther-they openly announced,
'You may do us what evil you choose; we will return
nothing but good.' Lawyers came into the neighbour-
hood, and offered their services to settle disputes.
They answered, 'We have no need. As neighbours, we
receive you in the most friendly spirit; but for us, your
occupation has ceased to exist.' 'What will you do, if
rascals burn your barns, and steal your harvests ?' 'We
will return good for evil. We believe this is the high-
est truth, and therefore the best expediency.'


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"When the rascals heard this, they considered it a
marvellous good joke, and said and did many provok-
ing things, which to them seemed witty. Bars were
taken down in the night, and cows let into the corn-
fields. The Christians repaired the damage as well as
they could, put the cows in the barn, and at twilight
drove them gently home; saying, 'Neighbour, your
cows have been in my field. I have fed them well
during the day, but I would not keep them all night,
lest the children should suffer for want of their milk.'
If this was fun, those who planned the joke found
no heart to laugh at it. By degrees a visible change
came over these troublesome neighbours. They ceased
to cut off horses' tails, and break the legs of poultry.
Rude boys would say to a younger brother, 'Don't
throw that stone, Bill! When I killed the chicken
last week, didn't they send it to mother, because they
thought chicken-broth would be good for poor Mary ?
I should think you'd be ashamed to throw stones at
their chickens.' Thus was evil overcome with good;
till not one was found to do them wilful injury.
"Years passed on, and saw them thriving in worldly
substance beyond their neighbours, yet beloved by all.
From them the lawyer and the constable obtained no
fees. The sheriff stammered and apologized when he
took their hard-earned goods in payment for the war
tax. They mildly replied, "Tis a bad trade, friend.
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not so.' But while they refused to pay such fees and
taxes, they were liberal to a proverb in their contribu-
tions for all useful and benevolent purposes.
"At the end of ten years, the public lands, which
they had chosen for their farms, were advertised for
sale at auction. According to custom, those who had
settled and cultivated the soil, were considered to have
a right to bid it in at the government price; which at
that time was seven shillings per acre. But the fever
of land speculation then chanced to run unusually high.
Adventurers from all parts of the country were flocking
to the auction; and capitalists in Baltimore, Phila-
delphia, New York, and Boston, were sending agents to
buy up western lands. No one supposed that custom
or equity would be regarded. The first day's sale
showed that speculation ran to the verge of insanity.
Land was eagerly bought in at seventeen, twenty-five,
and forty dollars an acre. The Christian colony had
small hope of retaining their farms. As first settlers,
they had chosen the best land; and persevering in-
dustry had brought it into the highest cultivation. Its
market-value was much greater than the acres already
sold at exorbitant prices. In view of these facts, they
had prepared their minds for another remove into the
wilderness, perhaps to be again ejected by a similar
process. But the morning their lot was offered for sale,
they observed, with grateful surprise, that their neigh-
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and expostulating: 'Don't bid on these lands! These
men have been working hard on them for ten years.
During all that time they never did harm to man or
brute. They are always ready to do good for evil.
They are a blessing to any neighbourhood. It would
be a sin and a shame to bid on their land. -Let them
go at the government price.'
"The sale came on; the cultivators of the soil offered
seven shillings; intending to bid higher if necessary.
But among all that crowd of selfish, reckless speculators,
not one bid over them! Without one opposing voice,
the fair acres returned to them! I do not know a
more remarkable instance of evil overcome with good."

In all these examples of the power of kindness we see
the true spirit of Christianity, and the fruits of that
perfect law of love, the full manifestation of which has
only once been witnessed by men-in Him who, though
he was rich, yet for our sakes became poor, that we,
through his poverty, might be made rich; even our
Divine Redeemer, who purchased eternal life for us by
his sufferings and death. Yet this spirit of love which
reigns throughout the New Testament is not wanting
in the Old. Few more beautiful examples of it occur
than the touching appeal to the Prophet Jonah, which
closes the brief narrative of his mission to Nineveh.
"And God said to Jonah, Doest thou well to be angry?
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hast not laboured, neither madest it grow; which came
up in a night and perished in a night: and should not
I spare Nineveh, that great city, wherein are more than
six-score thousand persons that cannot discern between
their right hand and their left hand; and also much
cattle ?" But, indeed, the spirit of love and mercy
pervades the whole Bible; being one of the most pro-
minent of the Divine attributes which shines through
the providential dealings of God in the Old Testament
history as well as in that of the New. It is a striking
proof of its Divine origin, to observe how completely it
secures the admiration of the most hardened and merci-
less of men when manifested in its true character. By
such means it was that Penn secured the affections, and
won the entire confidence, of the untutored Red Indians;
so that peace was maintained with his settlement when
all the surrounding colonies were exposed to incessant
treachery and slaughter. The power of kindness has
even proved potent to overcome the hardened criminal
and the hopeless maniac; so that the discipline of the
prison, and the conduct of the lunatic asylum, have
been modelled anew, with the happiest effects, in
accordance with the manifestations of Divine govern-
ment visible in all God's works. Hope has once more
gilded the dark prison-house and the maniac's cell;
and there also it has been proved that love never


"I crown thee king of intimate delights,
Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness,
And all the comforts that the lowly roof
Of undisturbed retirement, and the hours
Of long, uninterrupted evening know."

OMESTIC happiness is one of the most dis-
| tinguishing privileges of man, compared
with the inferior creatures endowed with
life by the same Divine Creator, and of civilized man,
in contrast with the savage. It originates no less
essentially in the law of kindness and love, which
begets commiseration for the afflictions of others,
than the forbearance and generous self-denial exem-
plified in the previous chapter. The duties of obedience
and honour to parents are enforced in the same divinely-
instituted code of laws which require the rendering of
love and reverent obedience to God. The Divine
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perfect love which he exhibited on earth, set us also an
example in the rendering of obedience and untiring love
to our parents. It is exhibited along with the earliest
manifestation of the Divine nature of the child Jesus.
"His parents went to Jerusalem every year at the feast
of the passover. And when he was twelve years old,
they went up to Jerusalem after the custom of the
feast. When they had fulfilled the days, as they
returned, the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem;
and Joseph and his mother knew not of it. But they,
supposing him to have been in the company, went a
day's journey; and they sought him among their kins-
folk and acquaintance. When they found him not,
they turned back again to Jerusalem, seeking him. And
it came to pass, that after three days they found him
in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both
hearing them and asking them questions. And all
that heard him were astonished at his understanding
and answers. When they saw him, they were amazed:
and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus
dealt with us ? behold, thy father and I have sought
thee sorrowing. And he said unto them, How is it that
ye sought me ? wist ye not that I must be about my
Father's business "
Here the reference is not to his reputed father
Joseph, but to the first person of the Godhead, with
whom the child Jesus was one in his Divine nature,
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assumed the human form. But then it is added
immediately afterwards: "And he went down with
them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject unto
them: but his mother kept all these sayings in her
heart." This was the first exhibition of filial obedience
to his earthly parents which is recorded of the Re-
deemer. The last is still more touching and memorable.
When the weary pilgrimage of the Man of Sorrows
was drawing to a close; when the last passover had
been eaten with his disciples; when the kiss of Judas
had been received by which he was betrayed; and de-
serted by all who had seemed most faithful, he had
stood at Pilate's bar: had been mocked, scourged,
crowned with thorns, and at length led away to the
cross of Calvary, and nailed on the accursed tree;-
the Apostle John relates-" Now there stood by the
cross of Jesus his mother, and his mother's sister, Mary
the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene. When
Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple
standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother,
Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the
disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour
that disciple took her unto his own home."
In that last hour, when earth and hell were combined
against the Redeemer of mankind, and in agony of soul
he cried out, "My God, my God, why hast thou for-
saken me ?" yet even then we find him looking with
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-the mother of that human nature so mysteriously
linked with the divine. It was the hour of fulfilment
of the prophecy of the aged Simeon, when he held the
infant Saviour in his arms, "Yea, a sword shall pierce
through thine own soul also." This manifestation of
filial tenderness and compassionate love appears to have
been the very last act of Christ in fulfilment of his
earthly mission. Immediately thereafter, the evan-
gelist remarks : "After this, Jesus, knowing that all
things were now accomplished, that the Scripture might
be fulfilled, saith, I thirst." And when the last pro-
phecy had been accomplished, even to the minutest title
of Old Testament records, and the dying Saviour had
received the vinegar from the Roman soldier, he said,
" It is finished, and gave up the ghost." Familiarity
is apt to lessen the influence of the most remarkable
lessons of Scripture. Enjoying the privileges of daily
reading and hearing the word of God, we grow so
accustomed to its lessons, that we forget all their power.
When we dwell upon the remarkable incidents of this
wonderful narrative of Christ's last sufferings, and of
the final manifestation of his filial love, we ought to
feel constrained to cry out, like the Roman centurion,
"Truly this was a righteous man;" still more, This
was the Son of God." Let the same spirit that was
in him be in us-a spirit of holy obedience to God,
and of love to man.
The illustrations of filial and parental affection are
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happily so numerous that volumes might be filled with
them. Not a chapter, indeed, but a work might be
written under the two titles of the happy and the un-
happy home;-the home in which the spirit of kind-
ness and the law of love prevail,-and that in which
divisions, angry passions, and the consequent strife
which results from these, convert the true arena of do-
mestic joys into the scene of greatest misery. The
first and happiest of all human homes was that which
God created in the garden of Eden; and it serves as
an illustration of all others. Sin intruded upon it, and
then followed strife, jealousies, quarrelings, and at last
murder. One brother rose up against the other, and
Cain became a wanderer and a vagabond on the earth,
while the blood of his brother called out against him
from the ground, where it had been impiously spilled.
Yet though sin has marred so much of the loveliness
of creation, and has intruded on the perfect happiness
of that domestic life created by God for the complete
interchange of love, yet somewhat of its spirit still
survives, and the Christian poet has justly exclaimed:-
"Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
Of paradise, that has survived the fall
Though few now taste thee unimpaired and pure,
Or tasting, long enjoy thee 1 Too infirm,
Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets
Unmixed with drops of bitter, which neglect
Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup.
Thou art the nurse of virtue; in thine arms
She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is,
Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.

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Thou art not known where pleasure is adored,-
That reeling goddess, with the zoneless waist
And wandering eyes, still leaning on the arm
Of novelty, her fickle, frail support;
For thou art meek and constant, hating change,
And finding in the calm of truth-tried love,
Joy that her stormy raptures never yield!"

On no single principle does this precious gift of a
happy home so entirely depend as on the self-denying
spirit of each preferring another better than himself.
It was by such a spirit that the good Philip Henry
made the domestic circle at Broad Oak one of the
fairest exhibitions of family peace and mutual forbear-
ance which English biography records. One of his
biographers remarks :-
"The scene of domestic happiness and piety which
the Broad Oak family presented, was one of the love-
liest examples of virtuous contentment and kindly
affections that was probably ever exhibited among the
happy 'homes of England.' Everything moved in
well-ordered harmony and peace; no discords jarring
its sweet melody. Of the genial domestic piety, and
the sweet interchange of Christian sympathy which
bound him and his wife so closely together, some idea
may be formed from the following remarks of his son.
After referring to the following reflection of his father
as to secret prayer, 'There are two doors to be shut
when we go to prayer; the door of our closet, that we
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serious;' Matthew Henry adds, 'Besides this he and
his wife constantly prayed together morning and
evening; and never, if they were together, at home or
abroad, was it intermitted: and from his own experi-
ence of the benefit of this practice, he would take all
opportunities to recommend it to those in that relation,
as conducing very much to the comfort of it, and to
their furtherance in that which, he would often say, is
the great duty of yoke-fellows; and that is, to do all
they can to help one another to heaven. He would
say, that this duty of husbands and wives praying
together is intimated in that of the apostle, where they
are exhorted to 'live as heirs together of the grace of
life, that their prayers'--especially their prayers
together-' be not hindered;' that nothing may be
done to hinder them from praying together, nor to
hinder them in it, nor to spoil the success of those
prayers. This sanctifies the relation and fetcheth in
a blessing upon it, makes the comforts of it the more
sweet, and the cares and crosses of it the more easy,
and is an excellent means of preserving and increasing
love in the relation."

In a family where such Christian principles reign, as
the actuating principle of each of its members, self-
denial becomes a habitual and an easy duty. Some-
times, however, the Christian is forced to exhibit a self-
4enying love, that seems to rob the objects of his affec-

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tion of that which they have a right to, and therefore
seems the most difficult of all duties to practise.

"A poor negro woman, in the island of Jamaica, was
much valued by the family in which she lived for the
fidelity she had shown in all her duties. They became
so pleased with her conduct, that she was at length
promised liberty, not only for herself, but for her large
family of children. Orders were given for the papers
to be drawn up, which, when they were signed, would
set her free. We may well conceive how it rejoiced
her heart to think that herself and children would
soon be slaves no longer.
"About this time she was led to attend thb preach-
ing of the gospel. Her master was not a pious man,
nor did he wish his slaves to be taught; and when he
found out that his negro servant went to hear the
missionaries, he was angry. He thought that slaves
had nothing to do with religion; and threatened, if
she did not give up her attendance on the preaching,
she should not have her promised liberty. The negress
was ready to obey her master in all things that were
right; but, in this matter, she had already learned
that she must 'obey God rather than man.' She had
been brought to love Christ as her Saviour, how, then,
could she keep away from the house of God! Her
master severely reproached her, saying that she was
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conduct, she would deprive her children of their
freedom. How hard was the trial here of a Christian
mother's love It is difficult, indeed, for us fully to
comprehend the painful trial involved in such a conflict.
But she knew that the self-denial which was to rob
both herself and her children of their liberty was a
duty even to them. She sought counsel and direction
in prayer to him who could alone direct and support
her through such a trial. Tears flowed down her dark
cheeks, but she was firm. A few days were given her
to consider whether she would leave the preaching of
the gospel, or remain a slave for life. At the appointed
time she was called into the presence of her master.
The papers which would restore her and her children
to liberty were shown her, and the terms again pro-
posed. In prayer she had found grace for this time of
trial: tears fell from her eyes as she said, Massa, me
want to be free, but me cannot deny my Saviour.'
The master, overcome with rage, told her to take up
the papers from the table, and throw them into the
fire. She did so, and saw them destroyed in a moment:
she then returned to her work as a slave, and the
mother of slaves. Yet, would it have been the love of
a mother, even for the freedom of her children, to have
denied the Lord that bought her, and winning their
liberty from man, to have cast from her the liberty
wherewith Christ makes his people free ?
"This proof of Christian steadfastness became known

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to the wife of a missionary. She made great efforts on
behalf of the negro mother ; and, through the blessing
of God, she at last obtained freedom for all the family."

It may not be out of place to contrast, with the
anguish of the poor West Indian negress, the last part-
ing scene of an English family, born in a station as
pre-eminently exalted as that of the Christian negress
was humble and degraded. The scene is the palace
of Whitehall; the period the 29th of January 1649,
the day after doom had been pronounced on the
monarch of England. It tells so keenly of loving
hearts and human affections mingling amid the sternest
deeds of unrelenting justice and retribution, that it may
most fitly find a place here, though the self-denial in-
culcated by the king on his infant son may perhaps
appear a mean sacrifice, if we compare it with that
which the poor negress made in her fidelity to a Divine
Master and King :-
"Charles was then a prisoner in what was once his
royal palace. After morning prayer, he produced a
box containing broken crosses of the order of St. George
and of the garter: You see,' he said to Bishop Juxon,
'all the wealth now in my power to give my two
children.' The children were then brought to him;
on seeing her father the princess Elizabeth, twelve
years old, burst into tears; the Duke of Gloucester,
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weeping; Charles took them upon his knees, divided
his jewels between them, consoled his daughter, gave
her advice as to the books she was to read to strengthen
herself against Popery; charged her to tell her brothers
that he had forgiven his enemies; her mother, that in
thought he had ever been with her, and that to the
last hour he loved her as dearly as on their marriage-
day; then turning towards the little Duke, 'My dear
heart,' he said, 'they will soon cut off thy father's head.'
The child looked at him fixedly and earnestly: 'Mark,
child, what I say; they will cut off my head, and per-
haps make thee king; but mark what I say, thou must
not be king so long as thy brothers Charles and James
live, but they will cut off thy brothers' heads if they
can catch them; and thine too they will cut off at
last! Therefore, I charge thee, do not be made a king
by them.' 'I will be torn in pieces first !' replied the
child, with emotion. Charles fervently kissed him,
put him down, kissed his daughter, blessed them both,
and called upon God to bless them; then suddenly
rising, 'Have them taken away,' he said to Juxon; the
children sobbed aloud; the king, standing with his
head pressed against the window, tried to suppress his
tears; the door opened, the children were going out,
Charles ran from the window, took them again in his
arms, blessed them once more, and at last tearing
himself from their caresses, fell upon his knees and
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witnesses of this deeply painful scene. Already the
sounds of axe and hammer announced that the scaffold
was preparing for the last act of this great tragedy.
The morrow-the 30th of January 1649-was the day
appointed for execution."

The delightful picture of domestic happiness ex-
hibited in the family-circle of the good old English
puritan divine, Philip Henry, has already been referred
to; and its entire origin and sustaining source may be
shown to have flowed from the constant operation of
the law of love and mutual self-denial. There, indeed,
we see proof of the apostolic maxim, "Love never fails."
Mr. Matthews, whose daughter Philip Henry loved and
sought for his wife, would by no means consent to the
match. By patient and consistent perseverance he at
length so far overcame the opposition, that he obtained
the wife of his choice. It was not until the 26th of
April 1660 that their marriage was at length accom-
plished, and Mr. Hamilton has well remarked in his
life of his son, Seldom has a scene of purer domestic
happiness been witnessed than the love of God and one
another created there." In his own quaint way, the
old divine tells, that after living many years with her,
he was never reconciled to her-because there never
happened between them the slightest jar that needed
reconciliation. The opposition of the father, however
strong while it lasted, appears to have been cordially


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withdrawn. He gave his full consent to their union at
the last, and himself gave away his daughter, when
they were united in the bands of marriage.
The spirit of patient love by which he thus triumphed,
helped him also to counsel others, and extend the same
happiness through a wide sphere. He was indeed as
a sun in the centre of the district where he resided,
diffusing a vivifying sunshine that made all around
him smile. To him-as to Job-" men gave ear and
waited, and kept silence at his counsel; after his words
they spake not again;" and many of the neighbours
who respected him not as a minister, yet loved and
honoured him as a knowing, prudent, and humble
neighbour. In the concernments of private families
he was very far from busying himself; but he was very
frequently applied to to advise many about their affairs,
and the disposal of themselves and their children, and
in arbitrating and composing differences among relations
and neighbours, in which he had an excellent faculty,
and often good success, inheriting the blessing entailed
upon the peace-makers. References have sometimes
been made to him by rule of court, at the assizes, with
consent of parties. He was very affable and easy of
access, and admirably patient in hearing every one's
complaint, which he would answer with so much
prudence and mildness, and give such apt advice, that
many a time to consult with him was "to ask counsel
at Abel," and so to end the matter. He observed, in

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almost all quarrels that happened, that there was fault
on both sides; and that generally they were most in
the fault that were most forward and clamorous in
their complaints. One making her moan to him of a
bad husband that in this and the other instance was
unkind; "Sir," saith she, after a long complaint which
he patiently heard, "what would you have me to do
now ?" "Why truly," saith he, "I would have you to go
home, and be a better wife to him, and then you will
find that he will be a better husband to you." Labour-
ing to persuade one to forgive an injury that was done
him, he urged thus, Are you not a Christian ? and
followed the argument so close that at last he pre-
He was very industrious, and oft successful, in per-
suading people to recede from their right for peace'
sake; and he would for that purpose tell them Luther's
story of the two goats, that met upon a narrow bridge
over a deep water; they could not go back, they durst
not fight; after a short parley, one of them lay down,
and let the other go over him, and no harm was done.
He would likewise relate sometimes a remarkable story,
worthy to be inserted here, concerning a good friend
of his, Mr. T. Yates of Whitchurch, who in his youth
was greatly wronged by an unjust uncle. Being an
orphan, his portion, which was 200, was put into
the hands of that uncle; who, when he grew up,
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of his 200, and he had no way of recovering his right
but by law; but before he would engage in that, he
was willing to advise with his minister, who was the
famous Dr. Twiss of Newbury; the counsel he gave
him, all things considered, was, for peace' sake, and
for the preventing of sin, and snares, and trouble, to
take the 40 rather than contend; and Thomas, said
the Doctor, if thou dost so, assure thyself that God
will make it up to thee and thine some other way, and
they that defraud thee will be the losers by it at last.
He did so; and it pleased God so to bless that little
which he began the world with, that when he died, in
a good old age, he left his son possessed of some
hundreds a-year, and he that wronged him fell into

How much wisdom and truth is there in the homely
advice of the good English divine to the complaining
wife. How many a scene of domestic dissension and
strife would be converted into a happy home by the
very simple process of the member of it that conceived
himself most wronged striving to be still kinder, more
faithful, more affectionate and self-denying than ever.
An old Arabian proverb says, "It is the second blow
which begins the quarrel." Herein lies deep wisdom.
It is, indeed, only another version of the noble Christian
maxim, "A soft answer turneth away wrath ;" while
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giving forbearance will often not only put an end to
the quarrel, but make him who begun it more grieved
and ashamed than any triumph of force over him could
have done. In no sphere is this more frequently illus-
trated than in the intercourse of brothers and sisters.

A pleasant, familiar writer, in a little tract which he
has entitled "A Peep at Home," thus remarks :-
"A peep at home! Well, what can there be in a
peep at home? My young friends, have a little
patience, and we shall see. I live in a place where
frequently we have the privilege of meeting a number
of little girls who go to repeat a portion of Scripture
to their minister. He is kind enough to explain it to
them in a manner so plain, affectionate, and familiar,
that he gains the attention and esteem of all who hear
him. I cannot help feeling my own heart glow with
affection to all of them, when I see their little smiling
faces looking eagerly to catch every word he utters,
and ready to answer the questions he puts to them.
Christianity makes us love each other. God is love;
Christ is-love, and showed his love in a wonderful way,
by dying for us; and we should be all love: but,
alas, this is not the case so much as it ought to be
amongst us.
"1I know two little girls who always attend these
meetings, and who are very anxious to repeat their
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contribute their pence to the Bible Society, and the
Missionary, and the Tract Societies. But see them at
home: they are always quarrelling, not violently, but
quite enough to render it very unpleasant to hear them,
and to give their parents much pain. One, perhaps,
wants a book; it happens to be the very one the other
was going to take: this occasions a dispute, neither of
them being disposed to give up, except in that pettish
manner which is quite opposed to the peaceable dis-
position of a Christian. Then, when lessons are to be
learned, instead of helping each other on, they interrupt
one another: if one is disposed to be diligent and
study, the other will make a noise and disturbance;
or they both play away the time, and are not ready,
and then accuse each other of being the cause of this
"You would think, to hear their constant disputes,
that they had a great dislike to each other, and that
they had never been taught the commandment to love;
but I know that their mother has taken great pains to
teach them the good and right way, and that her spirit
is grieved every day with their disputings and apparent
choice of the spirit of strife and contention rather
than of kindness."

Homely as this latter tale may appear, it might be
studied with advantage in thousands of families where
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a happy smile, and many a sweet hour of interchanging
love and kindness. It is fit, indeed, to fill the heart of
a good man with the deepest sorrow, to think how
often, for lack of a kind word spoken in due season,
strife is engendered where love would otherwise pre-
vail. Yet a word of wisdom has been known to over-
come the heart better than all the force of reasoning
could have effected. An incident of very recent occur-
rence is told of a man who had an only son, on whom
he had lavished every kindness that affection could
dictate, and at length put him in possession of all that
he had. But this son grew up to return ingratitude
for all this parental love. He was undutiful and un-
kind to his aged father, and at length went so far that
he refused to support him, and turned him out of the
house, where now his own child was growing up under
the eye of his gray-haired grandfather. The old man,
too deeply wounded to remonstrate with his ungrateful
son, rose to depart, saying only to his little grandson,
"Hasten and fetch me the covering from my bed, that
I may go and sit by the way-side and beg." The child
burst into tears, and ran for the covering. He met his
father, to whom he said, I am going to fetch the rug
from my grandfather's bed, that he may wrap it round
him, and go a-begging." Tommy went for the rug,
and brought it to his father, and said to him, Pray,
father, cut it in two; the half of it will be large enough
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half when I grow a man, and turn you out of doors."
The words of the child struck him so forcibly, that he
immediately ran to his father, besought his forgiveness,
and continued ever after kind and dutiful to him as
long as he lived.

It was a pretty saying of a little boy, who, seeing
two nestling birds pecking at one another, inquired of
his elder brother what they were doing. "They are
quarrelling," was the answer. No," replied the child,
"that cannot be, they are brothers."

In all the exhortations to forgiveness, charity, and
love, which the Scriptures enjoin, it is more frequently
in the character of domestic duty and enjoyment than
in any other form, that the spirit of heavenly love is
inculcated. Heaven is spoken of as our home, Christ
as an obedient and willing son, and his disciples as
brethren, as children, and even as little children. In
the wide compass of Christ's all-embracing charity, he
seeks to make once more of the children of men one
family, teaching each member of it to look on all men
as his brethren, that all may be actuated towards each
other by the self-denying law of love. Whoso hath
this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and
shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how
dwelleth the love of God in him ? My little children,"
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manifestations of love, "let us not love in word, neither
in tongue; but in deed, and in truth." So, too, it is
in the endearing character of a Father that God most
delights to represent himself to us, and when he gives
expression to the unbounded tenderness of his pity
towards man, it is done in the touching comparison
with a mother's love-" Can a mother forget her child,
that she should not have compassion on the son of her
womb ? She may forget, yet will not I forget thee."
Again, it is said, "Like as a father pitieth his children,
so the Lord pities them that fear him." The New
Testament abounds with similar beautiful illustrations
of Divine love, drawn from the manifestations of
parental affection, or exercised in fulfilment of its
desires-as in the healing of the centurion's son, the
raising of the daughter of Jairus, and above all, in the
restoring to life of the widow's son. But perhaps no
narrative could be selected as more touching than the
parable of the Prodigal, wherein God is pictured to us
as a father, having compassion on his wayward, erring
child. "I will arise and go to my Father," ar'e the
first words of penitence, "and will say unto him,
Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee,
and am no more worthy to be called thy son;" while
the Father, even while he is yet a far way off, has
compassion on the penitent wanderer, and welcomes
him back, with the striking exclamation, which has so
often since suggested itself to the gladdened heart of
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an earthly parent-" This my son was dead, and is alive
again; he was lost, and is found."

Many striking instances might be referred to of
individuals who, after wandering like the prodigal, into
seemingly hopeless courses of sin and misery, have at
length heard the voice of God, and become the heirs of
grace and pardoning mercy. The celebrated John
Newton, one of the ablest and most useful ministers
of the Church of England, was a remarkable example
of this; and no less so was John Welsh, an equally
distinguished minister of the Church of Scotland, who
accomplished, and was honoured also to suffer much in
the cause of Christ.
"Mr. John Welsh was born a gentleman, his father
being Laird of Colieston (an estate rather competent
than large, in the shire of Nithsdale), about the year
1570, the dawning of our Reformation being then but
dark. He was a rich example of grace and mercy, but
the night went before the day, being a most hopeless
extravagant boy. It was not enough to him, frequently,
when he was a young stripling, to run away from the
school, and play the truant; but after he had passed
his grammar, and was come to be a youth, he left the
school and his father's house, and went and joined
himself to the thieves on the English border, who
lived by robbing the two nations; and amongst them
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he was clothed only with rags, the prodigal's misery
brought him to the prodigal's resolutions; so he
resolved to return to his father's house, but durst not
adventure till he should interpose a reconciler. So, in
his return homeward, he took Dumfries in his way,
where he had an aunt, one Agnes Forsyth; and with
her he diverted some days, earnestly entreating her to
reconcile him to his father. While he lurked in her
house, his father came providentially to the house to
salute his cousin, Mrs. Forsyth; and after they had
talked a while, she asked him whether ever he had
heard any news of his son John. To her he replied
with great grief, 'O cruel woman, how can you name
his name to me ? the first news I expect to hear of
him is, that he is hanged for a thief.' She answered,
'Many a profligate boy has become a virtuous man,'
and comforted him. He insisted upon his sad com-
plaint, but asked whether she knew his lost son was
yet alive ? She answered, 'Yes, he was, and she hoped
he should prove a better man than he was a boy;' and
with that she called upon him to come to his father.
He came-weeping, and kneeled, beseeching his father,
for Christ's sake, to pardon his misbehaviour, and
deeply engaged to be a new man. His father reproached
him and threatened him; yet at length, by the boy's
tears and Mrs. Forsyth's importunities, he was persuaded
to a reconciliation. The boy entreated his father to
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and if ever thereafter he should break, he said he should
be content his father should disclaim him for ever. So
his father carried him home, and put him to the college,
and there he became a diligent student of great expecta-
tion, and showed himself a sincere convert, and so he
proceeded to the ministry."
Mr. Welsh became a distinguished minister in the
Church of Scotland, and proved his fidelity to the
cause of Christ by suffering boldly in defence of the
truth. We shall select, however, a different example of
the domestic affections, from the life of a humbler
sufferer and martyr in the same good cause.

The death of John Brown, the Covenanter, is justly
cherished in the heart of every true Scotsman as a noble
incident of Christian fidelity and conjugal affection.
It is thus related in the Biographia Presbyteriana :"-
"The next morning, between five and six hours, the
said John Brown, having performed the worship of
God in his family, was going with a spade in his hand
to make ready some peat ground; the mist being very
dark, he knew not until bloody cruel Claverhouse com-
passed him with three troops of horse, brought him to
his house, and there examined him. Though he was a
man of a stammering speech, yet he answered him dis-
tinctly and solidly; which made Claverhouse examine
those whom he had taken to be his guides through the
moors, if ever they had heard him preach ? They an-

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swered, 'No, no, he never was a preacher.' He said,
'If he has never preached, much has he prayed in his
time;' and then said to John, 'Go to your prayers, for
you shall immediately die.' When he was praying,
Claverhouse interrupted him three times. One time
that he stopped him, he was pleading that the Lord
would spare a remnant, and not make a full end in the
day of his anger. Claverhouse said,' I gave you time
to pray, and you are begun to preach.' He turned
about upon his knees, and said, 'Sir, you know neither
,he nature of preaching nor praying, that call this
preaching;' and then continued without confusion.
When ended, Claverhouse said, 'Take good night of
your wife and children.' His wife standing by, with
her child in her arms, that she brought forth to him,
and another child of his first wife's, he came to her,
and said, 'Now, Isabel, the day is come that I told you
would come, when I spake first to you of marrying me.'
She said, 'Indeed, John, I can willingly part with you.'
Then he said, 'That's all I desire; I have no more to
do but die-I have been in case to meet with death for
so many- years.' He kissed his wife and bairns, and
wished purchased and promised blessings to be mul-
tiplied upon them, and his blessing. Claverhouse
ordered six soldiers to shoot him; the most part of the
bullets came upon his head, which scattered his brains
upon the ground. Claverhouse said to his wife, 'What
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said, 'I thought ever much good of him, and as much
now as ever.' He said, 'It were but justice to lay thee
beside him.' She said, 'If ye were permitted, I doubt
not but your cruelty would go that length; but how
will you make answer for this morning's work ?' He
said, 'To man I can be answerable; and for God, I
will take him in my own hand.' Claverhouse mounted
his horse, and marched, and left her with the corpse of
her dead husband lying there; she set the bairn upon
the ground, and gathered his brains, and tied up his
head, and straightened his body, and covered him with
her plaid, and sat down and wept over him; it being
a very desert place, where never victual grew, and far
from neighbours. It was some time before any friends
came to her; the first that came was a very fit hand,
that old singular Christian woman in the Cummerhead,
named Jean Brown, three miles distant, who had been
tried with the violent death of her husband at Pent-
land, afterwards of two worthy sons, Thomas Weir,
who was killed at Drumclog, and David Steil, who was
suddenly shot afterwards, when taken. The said Isabel
Weir, sitting upon her husband's grave-stone, told me,
that before that she could see no blood but she was in
danger to faint, and yet was helped to be a witness to
all this, without either fainting or confusion, except
when the shots were let off her eyes dazzled. His
corpse was buried at the end of his house where he
was slain."

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A monument has been erected on the spot to com-
memorate the heroic death of John Brown; but a far
more worthy and enduring monument is the faithful-
ness with which his memory is cherished by those who
have inherited the Christian liberty for which he died.

The remarkable incidents in the early life of the
eminent Scottish minister, John Welsh, have already
furnished one instance of the returning prodigal; and
that of the well-known John Newton, one of the most
faithful ministers of the Church of England, has been
referred to as another and no less striking one. Both
of these were destined to become, like the great Apostle
of the Gentiles, distinguished as the honoured preachers
of that gospel which once they had despised and
scorned. Numerous other incidents of a similar
character might be referred to, supplying no less strik-
ing examples of the restoration of the prodigal in
answer to a parent's prayers, though their fulfilment is
not, in many cases, granted until the fond parent by
whom they had been uttered was at rest in his grave.
But sufficient space has already been devoted to the
illustration of the self-sacrificing character of parental
love. Both in Welsh and Newton, we see the good
fruits which rewarded a Christian parent's prayers;
and many are the instances which might be recorded in
illustration of the same assurance, that prayer is not
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Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death
He enters heaven by prayer.

Nor prayer is made on earth alone,
The Holy Spirit pleads;
And Jesus, on the eternal throne,
For sinners intercedes.

Doubtless, a future day will reveal thousands of in-
stances in which the secret prayers of Christian parents
have received their abundant answer, though those
who offered them in faith went sorrowing all their days,
and had often their gray hairs brought down with
sorrow to the dust by those with whom they will
rejoice through eternity in singing of the unmerited
mercy and redeeming love of God in Christ.

Leaving, however, these delightful evidences of
parental affection, manifested, in its noblest forms,
under the guidance of Christian principles, we shall
select an instance in illustration of the domestic affec-
tions, as shown in the fidelity of conjugal love. It is
well calculated to teach a lesson to many a sorrowing
wife, suffering under one of the most terrible of all
human trials, by showing her how she may overcome
by love, and enjoy the fulfilment of the apostolic injunc-

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tion and promise, which engages that the unbelieving
husband shall be won by the believing wife :-
A lady, who at the time of her marriage had been,
like her husband, gay and thoughtless, and taken up
only with the pleasures of the world, became by Divine
grace an exemplary Christian; but her husband re-
mained unchanged, and was a lover of sinful pleasure.
When spending an evening as usual with his jovial
companions at a tavern, the conversation happened to
turn on the excellences and faults of their wives. He
pronounced the highest encomiums on his wife, saying
she was all that was excellent, only she was a
Methodist; 'notwithstanding which,' said he, 'were
I to take you, gentlemen, home with me at midnight,
and order her to rise and get you a supper, she would
do it with the utmost cheerfulness !' The company
regarded this merely as a vain boast, and dared him to
make the experiment by a considerable wager. The
bargain was made, and about midnight the company
adjourned as proposed. Being admitted, 'Where is
your mistress ?' said the husband to the maid-servant,
who sat up for him. She is gone to bed, sir.' 'Call
her up,' said he. Tell her I have brought some friends
home with me, and that I desire she would prepare
them a supper.' The good woman obeyed the un-
reasonable summons; dressed, came down, and re-
ceived the company with perfect civility : told them
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and that supper should be got as soon as possible. It
was accordingly served up, when she performed the
honours of the table with as much cheerfulness as if
she had expected them at a reasonable hour.
"After supper, the guests could not refrain from
expressing their astonishment. One of them par-
ticularly, more sober than the rest, thus addressed him-
self to the lady : Madam,' said he, 'your civility'fills
me with surprise. Our unreasonable visit is the con-
sequence of a wager, which we have certainly lost. As
you are a very religious person, and cannot, therefore,
approve of our conduct, give me leave to ask, what can
possibly induce you to behave with so much kindness
to us ?' 'Sir,' replied she, 'when I married, my hus-
band and myself were both unconverted. It has
pleased God to call me out of that condition. My
husband continues in it. I tremble for his future state.
Were he to die as he is, he must be miserable for
ever : I think it my duty at least to render his present
existence as comfortable as possible.'
"This wise and faithful reply affected the whole
company. It left a deep impression on the husband's
mind. 'Do you, my dear,' said he, 'really think I should
be eternally miserable ? I thank you for the warning.
By the grace of God I will change my conduct.' From
that time he became a changed man; and his faithful
wife enjoyed the reward of her fidelity and patience in
the Christian fellowship of a believing husband."

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In contrast to this, the following anecdote is not less
A man once came to the Rev. Jonathan Scott of
Matlock, complaining of his wife. He said she was so
exceedingly ill-tempered, and so studiously tormented
him in such a variety of ways, that she was the great
burden of his life. Mr. Scott exhorted him to try
what a redoubled affection and kindness would do. He
went away much dejected, resolving, however, if possible,
to follow this advice. He accordingly increased his
attention; and, as an instance of his kindness, the
next Saturday evening brought to his wife his whole
week's wages, and, with an affectionate smile, threw
them into her lap, begging her entire disposal of them.
This did not succeed: she threw the wages, in a passion,
accompanied with many bitter execrations, at his head.
Years elapsed, during which he sustained, as patiently
as he could, this wicked and undutiful treatment, when
Providence favoured him with another interview with
his kind friend, Mr. Scott; but, he said, he believed
he had really found out a remedy, which, if it should
meet Mr.- Scott's approbation, would not fail of effecting
a cure; for it had been tried by a neighbour of his on
a wife, who, though she had been in all respects as bad
as his, was, by one application only, become one of the
most obedient and affectionate creatures living. "And
what is this excellent remedy ?" said Mr. Scott. "Why,
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good effects have been produced; do you think I may
venture to try it ?."
Mr. Scott replied, I read, my friend, nothing about
husbands horse-whipping their wives in the Bible, but
just the reverse; namely, love, which I before recom-
mended; and I can by no means alter the word of God:
but I doubt not, if you persevere, it will be attended
with a happy result." This advice was accompanied
with exhortations to more earnest prayer. The man,
though he left Mr. Scott both with a mind and coun-
tenance very different from those with which he came,
resolved to follow his direction, as his esteem for him
was very great; and Providence calling Mr. Scott some
time after to preach at Birmingham, his old friend, who
then resided there, came into the vestry to him after
he had concluded the service, and with a countenance
expressive of exalted happiness, said that he should
have reason to bless God through eternity for the
advice he had given him; and that he had not been
induced, by his weak importunities, to alter or relax
it; adding, that his wife, who then stood smiling with
approbation by his side, was not only become a con-
verted woman, through a blessing on his kind atten-
tions to her, but was one of the most affectionate and
dutiful of wives.

To this we may add the following simple little in-
cident :

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"A decent countrywoman," says an English divine,
"came to me one market day, and begged to speak
with me. She told me with an air of secrecy, that her
husband behaved unkindly to her, and sought the
company of other women; and that, knowing me to
be a wise man, I could tell what would cure him.
The remedy is simple, said I, always treat your hus-
band with a smile. The woman thanked me, dropped
a courtesy, and went away. A few months after, she
came again, bringing a couple of fine fowls. She told me,
with great satisfaction, that I had cured her husband;
and she begged my acceptance of the fowls in return."

This was the victory of love in one of its sweetest
forms, and, at the same time, one of the most pleasing
examples of the reward of patience. Be not weary in
well-doing, is the Divine maxim; for, in due season,
ye shall reap, if ye faint not. A simple instance of
the reward of conjugal affection shows, in like manner,
the force of generous self-denial. It is exceedingly
simple, yet not the less fitted to instruct, and furnish
us with an example for our guidance :-
The wife of a pious man told him one day, that if
he did not give over running after the missionaries, a
name often applied, in the neighbourhood where this
event occurred, to Christian ministers of different
denominations, she would certainly leave him. Find-
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sent for him from the harvest-field, and informed him
that she was about to carry her threats into execution;
and that, before she left the house, she wished some
articles to be divided, to prevent future disputes. She
first produced a web of linen, which she insisted should
be divided. 'No, no,' said the husband; 'you have
been, upon the whole, a good wife to me: if you will
leave me, though the thought greatly distresses me, you
must take the whole with you; you well deserve it all.'
The same answer was given to a similar proposal re-
specting some other articles. At last the wife said,
'So you wish me to leave you ? Far from that,' said
the husband; 'I would do anything but sin, to make
you stay; but if you will go, I wish you to go in com-
fort.' 'Then,' said she, 'you have overcome me by
your kindness; I will never leave you.'"

This subject is, in truth, inexhaustible. It is one
great aim of Christianity to make of every family a
happy home; and though the spirit which it inculcates
is marred by many jealousies and strifes, yet, even in
its imperfect state, Christianity does effect much to-
wards ameliorating the condition of our social life, and
introducing some of its own benignant elements into
the family-circle. Still more does Christianity carry
along with it the spirit of domestic and social love, by
teaching not only every family to emulate the pattern
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binding all together into one family union, by the in-
spiring anticipation that the whole family in heaven
and earth are one in Christ-one family, of which God
is the Father, and in which Christ condescends to call
himself the Elder Brother. Could such a spirit be
infused into each of us, how would our hearts burn
within us, and our affections find a constant expression
in acts of generous self-denial and mutual forbearance
and love. Edmeston has thus beautifully given ex-
pression to the feelings which this idea of the "one
family in heaven and earth," is so well calculated to
suggest :-

'Tis but one family,-the sound is balm,
A seraph-whisper to the wounded heart,
It lulls the storm of sorrow to a calm,
And draws the venom from the avenger's dart.

'Tis but one family,-the accents come
Like light from heaven to break the night of woe,
The banner-cry, to call the spirit home,
The shout of victory o'er a fallen foe.

Death cannot separate-is memory dead?
Has thought, too, vanished, and has love grown chill?
Has every relic and memento fled,
-And are the living only with us still?

No! in our hearts the lost we mourn remain,
Objects of love and ever-fresh delight;
And fancy leads them in her fairy train
In half-seen transports past the mourner's sight.

Death never separates; the golden wires
That ever trembled to their names before,
Will vibrate still, though every form expires,
And those we love, we look upon no more.

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No more, indeed, in sorrow and in pain,
But even memory's need ere long will cease,
For we shall join the lost of love again
In endless bands, and in eternal peace.

Such are the thoughts which should fill up the hope
and the joy of each of us. Like the sister of the happy
family at Bethany, when he whom Jesus loved, and whom
they all loved, had been taken away, we must be able to
say, I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection
at the last day." On that one occasion, indeed, he who
proclaimed himself as the Resurrection and the Life, re-
stored the buried Lazarus to his mourning sisters, but
how strange are the reflections which that happy
family-circle at Bethany suggest to us. He who had
been dead, and had lain in the grave, once more sat
with his sisters at the social board, and Jesus, as a
friend, united with them in the interchanges of sym-
pathy and love. But death again visited that family
-Mary, Martha, and Lazarus, each was summoned
away to meet no more here below. How delightful
the anticipation to them, as to us, that there is a re-
union to be looked forward to which no death shall
break, which no unkindness shall mar, which no hatred,
or variance, or strife shall even interfere with; where
the one law which will supersede all others, and suffice
for all, will be the perfect law of love.


"Children we are all
Of our great Father, in whatever clime
His providence hath cast the seed of life,
Th' all-seeing Father-He in whom we live-
He, the impartial Judge of all-regards
Nations, and hues, and dialects alike."

N this duty of love to our enemies, as in every
other principle which ought to guide our
conduct, the Christian finds at once his
highest example and his rule of action in the teaching
and the life of our Saviour. There had, indeed,
existed an old law of retaliation among the Jewish
people, dictated not by the spirit of love, but by the
law of revenge, but that was entirely done away by the
great Teacher: "Ye have heard that it was said by
them of old time, Thou shalt love thy neighbour and
hate thine enemy; but I say unto you, Love your
enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them
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that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully
use you and persecute you; that ye may be the
children of your Father which is in heaven; for he
maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good,
and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust."
How happy a world would ours be if this Divine
maxim were universally acted upon, and men were to
kill their enemies only by kindness. Some conviction
of this seems even now to be gaining ground, and men
who cannot see the sinfulness of retaliating wars are
becoming in some degree alive to their folly. The
law of retaliation to which Christ referred was, in part
at least, a temporary legislation for the Jewish nation,
designed to put away idolatry and vice from among
them. The saying, "Thou shalt love thy neighbour,
and hate thine enemy," to which Christ replied, occurs
nowhere in the Old Testament. It was probably a
proverbial maxim of the Jews, as it is sufficiently con-
sistent with the ideas which human nature is generally
found to adopt. But many of the laws against
idolatry and other sins were conceived in accordance
with the Mosaic. law, as where the cities of idolaters
were to be utterly destroyed and made heaps, their
inhabitants, the children, and even the cattle, smitten
with the edge of the sword. "With equal abhorrence
of idolatry, and of all the crimes of those who are
holden to be outlaws and doomed enemies under the
former Testament, but in striking contrast with the

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authorised hatred and vengeance exercised towards
them, Jesus says, love, bless, do good to, and pray for
them, even though they be your bitter foes and per-
secutors. He includes among enemies haters and per-
secutors, all injurers, whether personal, social, religious,
or national. His words are equally irreconcilable with
all hatred, all persecution, all cruelty, all wrong which
one man, one family, one community, or one nation,
can do to one another. The truly Christian individual
could not devise, execute, or abet any injury against
an offending fellow-man. What, then, ought a truly
Christian family, neighbourhood, community, state, or
nation do ? If they loved, blessed, benefited, and
prayed for the worst of aggressors and offenders, what
a spectacle would be presented! What a conquest
would be achieved over all evil doers! Does not
Jesus enjoin this sublime love and heavenly practice ?
Can he mean anything less than appears upon the
beautiful face of his words ? What professed Chris-
tian can gird on his weapon for aggressive war, or give
his sanction to any cruelty by individuals or society,
and yet plead that he is in the spirit and practice of
this his Lord's commandment ? Does that man love
his enemies, bless those who curse him, do good to
those that hate him, and pray for his injurers ? Let
us hear the Saviour urge his own precepts: 'That ye
may be the children of your Father which is in heaven;
for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the

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good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.
For if ye love them only which love you, what reward
have you? do not even the publicans the same
And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more
than others ? do not even the publicans so ? Be ye
therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in
heaven is perfect.' Your Father loves his enemies,
blesses those that curse him, and does good to them
that hate him. Else the sun would not shine as it
does on the evil, nor the rain distil on the unjust, nor
salvation descend from heaven for the lost. Imbibe
the spirit of your Father. Imitate his goodness to the
unthankful and evil. Put on his moral character.
Be his children. Be not content barely to love them
that love you. Love, forbear with, benefit, and seek
to save even the guilty and undeserving."
But it is objected that the practice of this Divine
maxim is altogether incompatible with the present
state of society. We may be sure that Christ has not
commanded us to do that which is impossible. A few
examples will suffice to show what results do in reality
flow from the practice of such a spirit of forbearance,
for the principle itself has been long recognized, men
being compelled, in spite of their own inclinations and
desires, to own, that if every man would only act on
the principle of doing as he would be done by, and
preferring his neighbour to himself, harmony and hap-
piness would take the place of strife; ambition would

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no longer think it an honourable wish to covet the
laurels won in a violent aggression on neighboring
states, and retaliating wars and the desire of conquest
would have an end. But on this theme we shall have
occasion to speak more fully when referring to national
kindness. Meanwhile, the power of love can be shown
to be no less effectual and not less beautifully mani-
fested in individual instances.
The following incident, which so happily illustrates
the nature of love to our enemies, is taken from
the diary of Hans Egede Saabye, a grandson of the
celebrated Hans Egede, first missionary to Green-
land :-
It has ever been a fixed law in Greenland, that
murder, and particularly the murder of a father, must
be avenged. About twenty years before the arrival of
Saabye a father had been murdered in the presence of
his son, a lad of thirteen, in a most atrocious manner.
The boy was not able then to avenge the crime, but
the murder was not forgotten. He left that part of
the country and kept the flame burning in his bosom,
no suitable opportunity offering for revenge, as the
man was high in influence and many near to defend
him. At length his plan was laid, and with some of
his relations to assist him he returned to the province
of the murderer, who lived near the house of Saabye.
There being no house unoccupied where they might
remain but one owned by Saabye, they requested it,

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and it was granted without any remark, although he
knew the object of their coming.
"The son soon became interested in the kind mis-
sionary, and often visited his cabin, giving as his reason,
'You are so amiable I cannot keep away from you.'
Two or three weeks after he requested to know more
of 'the great Lord of heaven,' of whom Saabye had
spoken. His request was cheerfully granted. Soon
it appeared that himself and all his relatives were
desirous of instruction, and ere long the son requested
baptism. To this request the missionary answered:
'Kunnuk'-for that was his name-' you know God,
you know that he is good, that he loves you and de-
sires to make you happy; but he desires also that you
should obey him.'
"Kunnuk answered, I love him, I will obey him.'
"'His command is, Thou shalt not murder.' The
poor Greenlander was much affected, and silent. I
know,' said the missionary, 'why you have come here
with your relations, but this you must not do if you
wish to become a believer.'
"Agitated, he answered, 'But he murdered my
father !"
"For a long time the missionary pressed this point,
the poor awakened heathen promising to 'kill only
one.' But this was not enough. 'Thou shalt do no
murder,' Saabye insisted was the command of 'the
great Lord of heaven.' He exhorted him to leave

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the murderer in the hand of God, to be punished in
another world; but this was waiting too long for re-
venge. The missionary refused him baptism without
obedience to the command. He retired to consult his
friends. They urged him to revenge.
Saabye visited him, and without referring to the
subject read those portions of Scripture and hymns
teaching a quiet and forgiving temper. Some days
after Kunnuk came again to the cabin of Saabye. 'I
will,' said he, 'and I will not; I hear, and I do not
hear. I never felt so before; I will forgive him, and
I will not forgive him.' The missionary told him,
'When he would forgive then his better spirit spoke,
when he would not forgive then his unconverted heart
spoke.' He then repeated to him the latter part of
the life of Jesus, and his prayer for his murderers. A
tear stood in his eye. 'But he was better than I,'
said Kunnuk. 'But God will give us strength,'
Saabye answered. He then read the martyrdom of
Stephen, and his dying prayer for his enemies. Kun-
nuk dried his eyes and said: 'The wicked men He
is happy; he is certainly with God in heaven. My
heart is so moved; but give me a little time-when I
have brought the other heart to silence I will come
again. He soon returned with a smiling countenance,
saying, 'Now I am happy; I hate no more; I have
forgiven; my wicked heart shall be silent.' He and
his wife having made a clear profession of faith in

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Christ were baptized and received into the church.
Soon after he sent the following note to the murderer
of his father: I am now a believer, and you have
nothing to fear;' and invited him to his house. The
man came, and invited Kunnuk in his turn to visit
him. Contrary to the advice of his friends- Kunnuk
went, and as he was returning home he found a hole
had been cut in his kajak, or boat, in order that he
might be drowned. Kunnuk stepped out of the water,
saying, 'He is still afraid, though I will not harm
him !'"

What a noble example of self-conquest does this
exhibit! How rarely, indeed, do we meet, even among
the professing Christians of our own highly favoured
land, with an example to be compared with this illus-
trious exhibition of the power of the gospel in a poor
heathen Greenlander ?

A beautiful instance of the disarming force of kind-
ness has already been furnished in a previous chapter.
The following narrative is no less illustrative of the
same great truth. It is related of the house of W -
and D -- Brothers, a firm of wealthy merchants in
Manchester, consisting of two brothers, from whom, it
is affirmed, that a celebrated living fictitious writer
derived his model of the Cheeryble Brothers."
The elder brother of this house of merchant

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princes amply revenged himself upon a libeller who
had made himself merry with the peculiarities of the
amiable fraternity. This man published a pamphlet
in which one of the brothers (D.) was designated as
Billy Button, and represented as talking largely of
their foreign trade, having travellers who regularly
visited Chowbent, Bullock-Smithy, and other foreign
parts. Some 'kind friend' had told W. of this
pamphlet, and W. had said that the man would live to
repent of its publication. This saying was conveyed
to the libeller, who replied that he should take care
never to be in their debt. But the man in business
does not always know who shall be his creditor. The
author of the pamphlet became bankrupt, and the
brothers held an acceptance of his which had been
indorsed by the drawer, who had also become bank-
rupt. The wantonly libelled men had thus become
creditors of the libeller. They now had it in their-
power to make him repent of his audacity. He could
not obtain his certificate without their signature, and
without it he could not enter into business again. He
had obtained the number of signatures required by the
bankrupt laws, except one.
"It seemed folly to hope that the firm of 'Brothers'
would supply the deficiency. What! they who had
cruelly been made the laughing-stock of the public
forget the wrong and favour the wrong -doer! He
despaired; but the claims of a wife and children

90 Love to Enemies.

forced him at last to make the application. Humbled
by misery, he presented himself at the counting-room
of the wronged. W. was there alone, and his first
words to the delinquent were, 'Shut the door, sir!'
sternly uttered. The door was shut, and the libeller
stood trembling before the libelled. He told his tale,
and produced his certificate, which was instantly
clutched by the injured merchant.
You wrote a pamphlet against us once! exclaimed
W. The supplicant expected to see his parchment
thrown into the fire; but this was not its destination.
W. took a pen, and writing something on the docu-
ment, handed it back to the bankrupt. He, poor
wretch, expected to see there, 'rogue, scoundrel,
libeller,' inscribed; but there was, in fair round
characters, the signature of the firm! We make it a
rule,' said W., 'never to refuse signing the certificate
of an honest tradesman, and we have never heard you
was anything else.' The tear stood in the poor man's
"' Ah!' said W., 'my saying was true. I said you
would live to repent writing that pamphlet. I did
not mean it as a threat; I only meant that some day
or other you would know us better, and would repent
you tried to injure us. I see you repent of it now.'
'I do, I do,' said the grateful man. 'Well, well, my
dear fellow,' said W., 'you know us now. How do
you get on ? What are you going to do P' The poor

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man stated that he had friends who could assist him
when his certificate was obtained. 'But how are you
off in the meantime ?' And the answer was, that
having given up everything to his creditors, he had
been compelled to stint his family of even common
necessaries that he might be enabled to pay the cost
of his certificate. 'My dear fellow,' said W., 'this
will never do; your family must not suffer. Be kind
enough to take this ten-pound note to your wife from
me. There, there, my dear fellow-nay, don't cry-it
will be all well with you yet. Keep up your spirits,
set to work like a man, and you will raise your head
yet.' The overpowered man endeavoured in vain to
express his thanks-the swelling in his throat forbade
words; he put his handkerchief to his face, and went
out of the door crying like a child."

Was not this a literal fulfilment of the command,
and also a literal reaping of the promised reward-
"If thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give
him drink; so shalt thou heap coals of fire on his head."

But not only does kindness supply the noblest and
only true revenge; it also brings back its own reward
sevenfold on the practiser :-
"A worthy old coloured woman, in the city of New
York, was one day walking along the street, on some
errand to a neighboring store, with her tobacco-pipe

92 Love to Enemies.

in her mouth, quietly smoking. A jovial sailor, ren-
dered a little mischievous by liquor, came along the
street, and, when opposite our good Phillis, saucily
shouldered her aside, and with a pass of his hand
knocked her pipe out of her mouth. He then halted
to hear her fret at his trick, and enjoy a laugh at her
expense. But what was his astonishment, when she
meekly picked up the pieces of her broken pipe, with-
out the least resentment in her manner, and giving him
a dignified look of mingled sorrow, kindness, and pity,
said, 'God forgive you, my son, as I do.' It touched
a tender chord in the heart of the rude tar. He felt
ashamed, condemned, and repentant. The tear started
in his eye; he must make reparation. He heartily
confessed his error; and, thrusting both hands into his
too full pockets of change, forced the contents upon
her, exclaiming, 'God bless you, kind mother, I'll never
do so again.'"

Ballou, a zealous advocate for the doctrine of non-
resistance, as carried out in its very fullest sense, relates
the following anecdote of a circumstance which occurred
within his own sphere of observation:-
Two of my former neighbours had a slight contro-
versy about a few loads of manure. One of them was
the other's tenant. The lessor had distinctly stipulated
to reserve all the manure of the stable, and had offset
it with certain privileges and favours to the lessee.

Love to Enemies. 93

But as the lessee had purchased and consumed from
abroad a considerable amount of hay, he claimed a
portion of the manure. He proposed leaving the case
to the arbitration of certain worthy neighbours. The
other declined all reference to a third party, alleging
that they both knew what was right, and ought to
settle their difficulties between themselves. But the
lessee contrived to have a couple of peaceable neigh-
bours at hand one day, and in their presence renewed
with earnestness his proposal to leave the case to their
decision. The other, grieved at his pertinacity,
promptly replied: 'I have nothing to leave out; I
have endeavoured to do as I agreed, and to treat you
as I would be treated. God Almighty has planted
something in all our breasts which tells us what is
right and what is wrong: if you think it right to carry
off that manure, do so just when you please; and I
pledge myself never to trouble you with even a question
about the matter again.' This was effectual. The
tenant felt his error; all was quiet; the claim expired
at the bar of conscience; and non-resistant kindness
and decision healed all contention. This was related
to me by one of the friends selected as a judge and
decider in the case. His peculiar comment was, 'That
was one of the greatest sermons I ever heard.' "

We have little idea, indeed, until we have tried it,
how powerful and effectual a weapon kindness is, and

94 Love to Enemies.
how rarely it fails, when fairly tried, in disarming the
most violent foe. Love, indeed, as the apostle says,
never fails; and we are well assured that it never has
failed when fairly tried.
"A few years since, a young man, in the vicinity of
Philadelphia, was one evening stopped in a grove, with
the demand,' Your money, or your life.' The robber
then presented a pistol to his breast. The young man,
having a large sum of money, proceeded leisurely and
calmly to hand it over to his enemy, at the same time
setting before him the wickedness and peril of his
career. The rebukes of the young man cut the robber
to the heart. He became enraged, cocked his pistol,
"held it to the young man's head, and, with an oath,
said, 'Stop that preaching, or I will blow out your
brains.' The young man calmly replied, 'Friend, to save
my money I would not risk my life; but to save you
from your evil course, I am willing to die. I shall not
cease to plead with you.' He then poured in the truth
still more earnestly and kindly. Soon the pistol fell
to the ground; the tears began to flow; and the
robber was overcome. He handed the money all back
with the remark,' I cannot rob a man of such prin-

This anecdote recalls another incident to recollection,
which occurred in the experience of the excellent and
pious Rowland Hill:-

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"Mr. Hill was returning from an excursion out of
the city. A man suddenly beset him from the way-
side, pistol in hand, and demanded his purse. Mr.
Hill calmly scrutinized his countenance with a look of
compassion, and while taking out his money remarked
to the robber, that he did not look like a man of that
bloody calling, and he was afraid some extreme distress
had driven him to the crime. At the same time, he
inquired how much he stood in need of. The man
was affected; declared this was his first offence; and
pleaded the distress of his family as his only excuse.
Mr. Hill kindly assured him of his sympathy, and of
his willingness to relieve him. He gave him a certain
sum on the spot, and promised him further aid, if he
would call at his house. The robber was melted into
tears, humbly thanked his benefactor, and hastened
towards the city. Mr. Hill, desirous of knowing the
whole truth of the matter, directed his servant to follow
the man home. This was accordingly done, and it was
ascertained that the poor man occupied a miserable
tenement in an obscure street, where his wife and chil-
dren were on the verge of starvation. He was seen
to hasten first to a baker, and then home with a few
loaves of bread. His wife received the bread with joy,
but with astonishment, expressing her hope that her
dear husband had obtained it by none but innocent
means. The children cried for joy, as they began to
satiate their hunger, and the father alone looked sad.

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Mr. Hill benevolently took this man under his im.
mediate care, provided a tenement for his family, and
made him his coachman. He proved to be a remark-
ably honest and industrious man; and in a little time
became a convert to experimental religion, and con-
nected himself with Mr. Hill's church. For fifteen
years he walked with such Christian circumspection as
to command the entire confidence of all who knew him.
At length he died in the triumph of hope. His pastor
preached an affecting funeral sermon on the occasion,
in which, for the first time, he communicated the affair
of the robbery, and took occasion to impress on his
auditors the excellency of Christian forbearance, kind-
ness, and compassion towards the guilty. Here was a
man withdrawn from an awful course of crime, and, by
Divine grace, rendered a child of God-an exemplary
and beloved brother in Christ. How different might
have been the result, had Rowland Hill either resisted
him with deadly weapons, or taken the same pains to
hand him over to the government that he did to be-
friend him ? Oh, how lovely is true righteousness !
How comely is Christian forgiveness !"

Mr. John Pomphret, an English Methodist, was a
zealous advocate of the possibility and the duty of
applying, in our daily practice, the lesson which Christ
gives us :--"If a man will sue thee at the law, and
take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also; and

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