j gloucester is also an example of this for although death was staring him in the face he could not be truly happy until he had given shelter to his friend even thougii his eyes were afterwards torn out for it he could still retain that inward satisfaction of knowing that he had done his duty we owe such acts of kindness also to one another and there are daily opportunities for us to perform them who can value the price of a soul yet you may be the means of saving at least one if you will this may be done by a word of encouragement a hearty hand shake or a comforting word or act in the hour of trouble then let us speak a kind and encouraging word when we can let us open the shutters of our souls pour out the sunlight of brotherly love and kindness for we know not the good we might do or the time when we shall need comfort in return this is one of the great princi ples which king lear realized when he exclaimed while in the hour of affliction poor naked wretches wheresoe'er you are how shall your houseless heads and unfed sides your loop'd and widow'd ragg'edness defend you from seasons such as these o i have ta'en too little care of this thpse acts will develop or will at least aid in developing in you purity and nobility of soul — that quality which will draw from the souls of others love and respect that the stern command fails to bring that quality which will stand forever honored and beloved by all that quality which is so strong ly exemplified in the life of our savior and which placed him on the light hand of god tribute from students to weber stare academy our hearts our hopes are all with thee our hearts our hopes our prayers our te our faith triumphant o'er our fears are ail with thee — are all with thee humanity the acorn page the simplest words the voice can raise may cut with deepest pain ; tis the hearty yeas and the honest nays give strength to friendship's charm tisn't wholly the word-painted bookish boquets that bring to the speaker renown tis the sincere ring in each homely phrase that gives him the victor's crown the sweetest flowers that scent the breeze are not from hothouse lair the man whose trousers are worn at the knees may not utter the deepest prayer it isn't the furniture's costly hue that endears to the heart the home it isn't the depths of the ocean blue that betoken the frothing foam the man at the head of the sunday school perhaps would be best in jail it isn't always the greatest fool whose tests at the college fail we cannot judge from the doleful moan whose grief is the greatest here for the saddest tears may be shed alone where no one is listening near don't scoff or point with the hand of scorn at the man with the ragged coat the billionaire isn't an angel born nor such does his dress denote don't laugh at the girl who is out of style threadbare and old leath that gown alth can't be told