bishop beamed upon us with benevolent surprize, and said:
"Why, young gentlemen, this will never do; you are not going to leave the school. True, our mission is slow in providing better accommodations, but they will come soon. Meanwhile, we are bound to do the best we can for our students. We expect you young men in the future to become the bishops and leaders in the Japanese churches. As for yourselves in particular, I'll tell you what we can do. I have a good warm room on the sunny side of the school; now you young gentlemen come over and occupy my room and I myself will go over and take yours." "Oh, no!" we both exclaimed; "we would not have you do that; we did not mean that." "But that's what I mean," said the bishop; "that's what will be done." We again remonstrated and my fellow student, a Christian boy, began to weep with chagrin and brokenness of heart, and soon I found I, too, was weeping. I never before had seen anything like that and my heart broke under it. Why, sir, there was a light in that good bishop's face similar to that which I think Saul saw on the way to Damascus.—H. C. Mabie, "Methods in Evangelism."
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Unsympathetic—See Sympathy, Lack of.
UNTRUTHFULNESS
Dr. Edward Everett Hale said that once he
dreamed of playing ball with a companion,
and of throwing the ball through a large
glass window, and that the owner of the
house came out and asked him if he threw
the ball, and he said, "No." Then the man
pounced upon his companion, saying, "Then
it must have been you," and dragged him into
the house and gave him a tremendous whipping.
Dr. Hale said he experienced a feeling
of meanness and degradation that was
inexpressible; he felt himself to be the most
cowardly wretch on the face of the earth, and
had not a single word to say in his own defense.
He stood ashamed of himself before
his own conscience. He said the impression
was so vivid that he never got over the remembrance,
and through life was given a
loathing and abhorrence of all forms of deceit.—James
T. White, "Character Lessons."
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UNWORTHY AIMS
When asked by a friend how he managed
to wear always such becoming and elaborate
cravats a British dude is said to have answered,
"Why, my dear fellah, I puts my
whole mind on it." Such an answer is the
measure of such a man's mind. The aim
was wholly unworthy of the attention given
to it.
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Unwritten Law Waived—See Devotion to the Helpless.
Upper Worlds—See Evil, Purging from.
UPRIGHTNESS
Confucius, wishing once to give a lesson
of supreme value in politics, pointed one of
his pupils to a lofty obelisk and said: "Seest
thou yonder tall object? In its uprightness
is its strength." (Text.)
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Upward—See Aspiration.
UPWARD LOOK
A story is told by the Rev. Silvester
Horne of a college professor who often told
in the class-room of thoughts that had come
to him in the garden. The thoughts were
often so beautiful, and opened up such vistas
to the imagination, that the students, none of
whom had visited the professor at his home,
pictured the garden a very Eden—spacious,
and a glory of trees and flowers. One day
two of the students made a pretext to visit
the professor and get a glimpse, if possible,
of the garden. They were received and
taken into the garden, which, to their surprize,
they found was the narrowest strip
shut in by high brick walls. "But, professor,"
they said in their pained disillusion, "surely
this is not the garden you are always talking
about, in which such fine thoughts come to
you?" "Oh, yes, it is," he said with a smile.
"But it is so small. We had imagined quite
a large garden." "But," replied the professor,
pointing to the clear sky studded with
stars, "see how high it is!"
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The solar look is not only indicative of a desire in the individual to aspire to great and noble attainments for himself, it is sure to lead him to point out the upward pathway of the soul to others. Aspiration is an inspiration to altruism.
One of the most beautiful works of the
celebrated artist in terra-cotta, George Tinworth,
is his alto-rilievo of C. H. Spurgeon
representing the great preacher surrounded
by the children of Stockwell Orphanage,
which he founded. Mr. Spurgeon with a
heavenly smile is pointing to the skies and