as his rich-toned voice, from white lips syllabled forth, "Our Father who art in heaven," etc., with a pathos and solemnity that thrilled all hearers. He finished. The silence continued. Not a voice was heard or a muscle moved in his rapt audience, till from a remote corner of the room a subdued sob was heard, and the old gentleman, their host, stept forward, with streaming eyes and tottering frame, and seized Booth by the hand. "Sir," said he, in broken accents, "you have afforded me a pleasure for which my whole future life will feel grateful. I am an old man, and every day from my boyhood to the present time I thought I had repeated the Lord's prayer; but I have never heard it—never." "You are right," replied Booth; "to read that prayer as it should be read has caused me the severest study and labor for thirty years; and I am far from being satisfied with my rendering of that wonderful production.—The Millenarian.
(1886)
Losing and Saving—See Message, A Timely.
Loss and Gain—See Compensation; Deportment;
Fast Living.
LOSS AND PROFIT
It is said that the bursting of a pin in the
driving-wheel of an engine in the Illinois
Steel Company will cost the company
$369,000, since the accident stopt the
operation of the whole plant about six days
and a half, and the loss involved by the stop
was reckoned at about $40 a minute. This
fable teaches that great business operations
work both ways: where big profits are made
big losses stand ready to overwhelm when
something goes wrong.
(1887)
Loss Creating Wealth—See Discovery, Accidental.
LOSS, GAIN IN
When Mahamoud, the conqueror of India, took the city of Gujarat, he proceeded, as his custom was, to destroy the idols. One of these, standing fifteen feet high, the attendant priests and devotees begged him to spare. But, deaf to their entreaties, he seized a hammer and smote the idol, when to his amazement from the shattered image there rained a shower of gems—pearls and diamonds—treasures of fabulous value hidden within it. (Text.)
(1888)
Loss Through Disuse—See Talents, Buried.
Lost and Won—See Success.
LOST CHORDS
How few of us have kept the early joy,
and have continued in blest peace? Of
course, you know the story of the lost chord?
A woman, in the shadows of the twilight,
when her heart was sad, gently touched the
keys of a glorious organ. She did not know
nor care what she was playing; her fingers
lingered idly but caressingly upon the keys.
Suddenly she struck a chord, and its wondrous
melody as it filled the room was uplifting
and transforming and heavenly.
It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an angel's psalm,
And it lay on her fevered spirit
With the touch of infinite calm.
It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.
It linked all perlexed meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away in silence,
As if it were loath to cease.
Something disturbed this woman and called her from the organ. As soon as possible she hurried back and began to play, but this divine chord was gone, and tho she kept on playing she could not bring it back again. (Text.)—Curtis Lee Laws.
(1889)
LOST, CRY OF THE
A drover in Dakota promised to bring
home from his cattle sale a doll for his little
girl. He was caught in a blizzard, and night
found him still miles from home. In the
darkness he heard a cry, possibly of a child
lost in the storm. He was thankful for the
warm house that sheltered his own child,
but he could not leave that cry off in the
dark, tho he knew he was risking his life
lingering. It was hard tracing the feeble
cry, and when at last he found it it was not
crying. He gathered it up under his big
overcoat and struggled homeward, stumbling,
nearly perishing, but at last fell in over his
own threshold, with his own child saved in
his arms.—Franklin Noble, "Sermons in Illustration."
(1890)
LOST, FINDING THE
Shortly before the death of Eugene Field a friend from one of the Southern States told him a pathetic story of a girl
