SYMPATHY

A sympathizer is a fellow that's for you as long as it don't cost

anything.





Dwight L. Moody was riding in a car one day when it was hailed by a man

much the worse for liquor, who presently staggered along the car between

two rows of well-dressed people, regardless of tender feet.



Murmurs and complaints arose on all sides and demands were heard that

the offender should be ejecte at once.



But amid the storm of abuse one friendly voice was raised. Mr. Moody

rose from his seat, saying:



"No, no, friends! Let the man sit down and be quiet."



The drunken one turned, and, seizing the famous evangelist by the hand,

exclaimed:



"Thank ye, sir--thank ye! I see you know what it is to be drunk."





The man rushed excitedly into the smoking car. "A lady has fainted in

the next car! Has anybody got any whiskey?" he asked.



Instantly a half-dozen flasks were thrust out to him. Taking the nearest

one, he turned the bottle up and took a big drink, then, handing the

flask back, said, "Thank you. It always did make me feel sick to see a

lady faint."





A tramp went to a farmhouse, and sitting down in the front yard began to

eat the grass.



The housewife's heart went out to him: "Poor man, you must indeed be

hungry. Come around to the back."



The tramp beamed and winked at the hired man.



"There," said the housewife, when the tramp hove in sight, pointing to a

circle of green grass, "try that: you will find that grass so much

longer."





Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.--_Amos

Bronson Alcott_.