New Hampshire Statesman

The Fearful and Faint Hearted.

The world has ever been full of men who say to the lone toiler in the wide vineyard of his Master, to the meek, patient reformer contending with hosts,—"Your cause is a good one— go on—battle for light and truth—but I cannot assist you, it would require too many sacrifices; I should be laughed at, and my good name and my business would be periled. How many such men, think ye, would it have taken to have saved Sodom? How many such men would it take to save the world now? They are not men. No,—They have bartered away the rights and the dignity of manhood—they are the veriest slaves that ever groveled in the dust at a tyrant's feet—they shrink from man's stature they shrivel into things, and make themselves worms to be trod on, "O, its sickening to hear an individual express his convictions of the right and truthfulness and importance of a thing, or his firm belief of certain principles, and then say, in acts if not in words, that because of their unpopularity, or their want of conformity to ancient standards, he had publicly given them no countenance, or aid.

Who makes a cause unpopular? These are the men who do it, and they are guilty before God of trampling in the dust what they believe to be truth and righteousness. Make these popular, give to a noble reform the ascendancy— then, see how we apples swim? But to labor with those who labor to bring around "the good time coming," to bear a part of the reproach and shame, and to weep with those who weep because of the errors and wrongs of the world. they have no thought of doing—they are only willing to render assistance when their assistance is not needed, when the work is finished. and the triumph completed. Poor, feeble ones, we pity you because of the bitterness of your bondage!