These lines by Harry Larkin, in the _Scrap Book_, seem to breathe
a spirit of self-distrust and forbearance for faults in others
eminently worthy of perpetuation:
Dare we condemn the ills that others do?
Dare we condemn?
Their strength is small, their trials are not few,
The tide of wrong is difficult to stem,
And if, to us more clearly than to them
Is given knowledge of the good and true
More do they need our help and pity, too!
Dare we condemn?
God help us all and lead us day by day!
God help us all!
We can not walk alone the perfect way,
Evil allures us, tempts us and we fall!
We are but human and our power is small:
Not one of us may boast, and not a day
Rolls o’er our heads, but each hath need to pray,
God help us all! (Text.)
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The speaker in the following account was Shang, a converted Manchurian
missionary:
Over at the “Heavenly Lord Hall” (French mission) I was
looking at the new building which is being erected. The boys’
school-teacher was with me. A Roman Catholic objected to our
presence and struck us both. One of their principal members,
seeing us insulted, blushed very red, and spoke to the offender.
But we just came away.
“What would you like me to do?” I asked. “Shall I write to the
French priest and complain?”
“Do nothing at all,” he replied. “Not to requite an insult is a
blessing.” (Text.)
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