What must you never forget?

Never forget—

Those who lead, from choice, a life of shame, weave such a dark network around their nature that they may remain in spirit-life for years before a divine spark can fully illuminate the same.

Never forget—

Throw the veil of charity over the erring and envelop them with a network of charity and love.

Regard them with the highest degree of tenderness, and through the instrumentality of kindness and love, try to elevate them in the scale of existence.

Never forget—

Dissipate all clouds of dark condemnation, for, in an unguarded moment, anyone is liable to sin.

Never forget—

Nature's flowers send forth their heaven-born fragrance and develop their beautiful colours in the garden of the Magdalen equally as well as in the fields of the millionaire.

The sweet-scented breezes of heaven do not avoid the doors of the low and vile, but bathe them in their heaven-born influence.

The genial sun does not withhold its rays from anyone—it condemns none.

Never forget—

The Angel world can see the cause of evil, trace its origin and understand fully its ultimate effects.

The results of sin are deplorable enough without having the hateful stigma of society resting upon the sinner, crushing all the high and holy aspirations of one's nature to reform.

Nature never becomes ashamed of the criminal—her plants never blush when a lonely soul presses them to her cheek—her waters never fail to cleanse the external form—why, then, should hatred gleam forth from you when a fallen creature appeals for sympathy?

Why stigmatise them and frown them down with the linger of scorn?

Nature's flowers, tinted with choicest colours, and exhaling a heaven-born fragrance to delight your senses, may be found in the debris of your backyard—

They came up through the loathsome dirt.

The little tendrils, when first expanding into vigorous life in the dark ground, were scratched with broken glass, obstructed by old junk bottles and tramped upon by the rude thief stealthily looking for an opportunity to plunder, but by and by, they reached a higher plane, and under the genial influence of sunshine and rain, they bore upon their stems beautiful blossoms.

Never forget—

Sympathy is the sweetest, purest, holiest flower in the garden of the soul.

—Lucretus (Spirit)