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sight. In the enthusiasm of his gratitude, he desired that he might have the Doctor's portrait, that he might “bow down before it every day.” This was of course refused. He then, among other things, sent the present of a gilded fan, on which was inscribed a short biography of Dr. Parker, and a poem strongly expressive of his own grateful feelings. This poem was translated, and appeared in the Chinese Repository—a few verses of which we give. On hearing of Dr. Parker, he says :
"I quick went forth; this man I sought--this generous doctor
found; He gained my heart; he's good and kind; and high above the
ground, He gave a room, to which he came at morn, at eve, at night; Words would be vain, if I should try his kindness to recite."
After describing the operation, and the joy of his soul on first. beholding his friends, he
“With grateful heart and heaving breast—with feelings flow.
ing o'er, I cried, 'Oh, lead me quick to him who can the sight restore !' I tried to kneel; but he forbade, and forcing me to rise, To mortal man bend not the knee ;' then pointing to the skies:
“I am,' said he, the workman's tool-another's is the hand;
“The token of my thanks he refused, and would not take Silver or gold-they seemed as dust; 'tis but for virtue's sake
His works are done. His skill divine I ever shall adore,
Such were the expressions of gratitude drawn from a Chinese, by the kindness of Dr. Parker. And who shall venture to predict what glorious changes might not be wrought in China, if a systematic course of kindness was pursued in regard to its people. Perchance such conduct might be as efficient as sunshine and showers upon seed in the earth. At all events, it would be more Christ-like than to slaughter the Chibecause their
desires to save his subjects from intoxication by opium. *See Penny Magazine, for 1832, p. 262.
KINDNESS ADMIRED BY ALL PEOPLE.
“ There is a golden chord of sympathy
D. K. LEE.
In all the instances which have been adduced, the law of kindness has won for itself most noble triumphs, proving that there is a majesty and power in it, which overcomes all obstacles, and like fire upon an iron mass, softens the hard heart, takes the wrinkles of revenge from the face of the soul, and throws broadly over it the cheerful smile of friendship. And we have no doubt that the secret of its power is, that
man, notwithstanding his degradation, his wars and vices, possesses principles at the very foundation of his nature, which are as certainly influenced by a proper exhibition of kindness, as the needle of the compass is influenced by magnet
ism. There is good in man; and the instances are multitudinous which demonstrate the existtence of that good. Take man in any
situation, whether civilized or uncivilized, saint or sinner, exalted or degraded, surrounded by all the blessings of knowledge and comfort, or crushed in oppression, yet there is a chord in every soul, which, when swept by the finger of kindness, will vibrate with the music of holier and better feelings. A foreman in the New York State Prison, in Auburn, informed me that he has known a dozen convicts at once affected to a perfect gush of tears by the mere sight of his little son, when he has taken him into the workshop. By seeing that boy, perchance recollection brought vividly to view what they once were in the days of their childhood-or their thoughts stole away to children of their own, whose society. they had forfeited by crime, and who were thereby left without a father to guide and instruct them. The sleeping affection of their minds was aroused by that child, and in their falling tears of sorrow, was manifested the truth, that man, though hardened by crime, never entirely loses the divinity of good within him. In 1828, a paint shop in the Auburn Prison, took fire in the night. The shop was so nigh to the north wing, in which there were over five hundred convicts confined, that the nu
merous villagers who rushed into the prison yard at the cry of fire, were highly excited with fear lest the prisoners should be burned. In the intensity of the excitement, the cry run through the throng, “let out the prisoners--LET OUT TĦE PRISONERS." This was the roice of kindness, the call of humanity, developed in every soul by the great danger of their fellowbeings, for whom, though criminals, they had warm sympathy. And after the prisoners had been liberated, it gave the most lively satisfaction to every person—the danger was passed, the convicts were safe, and each one could breathe in freedom. This is only another proof that there is good in man, which, though it may rest in slumber, only needs the proper
stimulus to develope it.
Even in the lowest grades of intelligent life, this good may be discovered. An illustration of this position occurred during the life of Matthews, the comedian.
“ Matthews had a great dislike to carry mo. ney about with him, and this often exposed him to trifling annoyances. On one occasion, when in Wales, on arriving at Briton Ferry, on horseback, having ridden on in advance of his friends, he was obliged to wait their arrival, not having a shilling to pay the ferryman. Just at this moment an Irish beggar, in the most miserable