| Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which by interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did.|
Acts. IX. 36.
| Gifts and alms are the expressions, not the essence, of this virtue.|
AddisonThe Guardian. No. 166.
|He scornd his own, who felt anothers woe.|
CampbellGertrude of Wyoming. Pt. I. St. 24.
| Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.|
GibbonDecline and Fall of the Roman Empire. Ch. XLIX.
|His house was known to all the vagrant train,|
He chid their wanderings but relievd their pain;
The long remembered beggar was his guest,
Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
GoldsmithDeserted Village. L. 149.
|Careless their merits or their faults to scan,|
His pity gave ere charity began.
GoldsmithDeserted Village. L. 161.
|A kind and gentle heart he had,|
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.
GoldsmithElegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.
|Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,|
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gaind from Heaven (twas all he wishd) a friend.
GrayElegy. The Epitaph.
|Scatter plenty oer a smiling land.|
GrayElegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 16.
|Steal the hog, and give the feet for alms.|
|By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,|
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
HomerOdyssey. Bk. VI. L. 247. Popes trans.
| It never was our guise|
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
HomerOdyssey. Bk. XIV. L. 65. Popes trans.
|In every sorrowing soul I pourd delight,|
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
HomerOdyssey. Bk. XVII. L. 505. Popes trans.
|Alas! for the rarity|
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
Near a whole city full,
Home had she none.
HoodThe Bridge of Sighs.
| He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.|
Douglas JerroldDouglas Jerrolds Wit.
| I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.|
Job. XXIX. 15.
|In Miserys darkest caverns known,|
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pourd his groan,
And lonely want retird to die.
Samuel JohnsonOn the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. St. 5. In Boswells Life of Johnson. (1782). (Useful care reads ready help in first ed.)
| Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.|
LambComplaint of the Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis.
| Help thi kynne, Crist bit (biddeth), for ther bygynneth charitie.|
LanglandPiers Plowman. Passus. 18. L. 61.
|Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,|
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
LowellThe Vision of Sir Launfal. Pt. II. VIII.
|Nec sibi sed toti genitum se credere mundo.|
He believed that he was born, not for himself, but for the whole world.
LucanPharsalia. II. 383.
| To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.|
Horace MannLectures on Education. Lecture VI.
| Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them.|
Matthew. VI. 1.
| When thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.|
Matthew. VI. 3.
|Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,|
Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door.
Thos. MossThe Beggars Petition.
|The organized charity, scrimped and iced,|
In the name of a cautious, statistical Christ.
John Boyle OReillyIn Bohemia.
|Misero datur quodcunque, fortunæ datur.|
Whatever we give to the wretched, we lend to fortune.
| For his bounty|
There was no winter int; an autumn twas
That grew the more by reaping: his delights
Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 87.
|For this relief, much thanks: tis bitter cold,|
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 8.
| A tear for pity and a hand|
Open as day for melting charity.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 31.
|Speak with me, pity me, open the door:|
A beggar begs that never beggd before.
Richard II. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 77.
|Tis not enough to help the feeble up,|
But to support him after.
Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 107.
| You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.|
Sydney SmithLady Hollands Memoir. Vol. I. P. 261.
| Tis a little thing|
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, draind by feverd lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
Thos. Noon TalfourdIon. Act I. Sc. 2.
|Non ignara mali miseris succurrere disco.|
Being myself no stranger to suffering, I have learned to relieve the sufferings of others.
VergilÆneid. I. 630.
| The poor must be wisely visited and liberally cared for, so that mendicity shall not be tempted into mendacity, nor want exasperated into crime.|
Robert C. WinthropYorktown Oration in 1881.