Or silent death, rest ’neath the long, green sod;
Thou art gone triumphant into perfect life,
The soul’s true life in God.”
The articles that follow, from the pen of Miss Kinsey, will indicate to the reader her mental ability, and the liberal opinions entertained by her. They were written while filling the position of editress of The Spectator, and published in its columns on the dates specified:—
SYMPATHY.
“Of all the gifts given to man, the power to sympathize is the most God-like, and the man who has it not knows not what life is; when he reaches his journey’s end on this side, having been supremely selfish all the way, he will discover that what he called life was but a living death after all.
“Love and sympathy seem nearly synonymous, but the former can be selfish, while the very essence of the latter is thought for others. Genius is but an intense power to sympathize, coupled with ability to express the same. In fact, this one word makes a part of so many good things that to enjoy life at all we must sympathize with nature, man, or God.
“A sympathy with nature is the source of marvelous comfort; Shakespeare understood it when he said:
‘And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,