Prompted By Compassion
The story goes that Henry the Eighth, wandering one night in the streets of London in disguise, was met at the bridge foot by some of the watch, and not giving a good account of himself was carried off to the Poultry Compter, and shut up for the night without fire or candle.
On his liberation, he made a grant of thirty chaldrons of coals and a quantity of bread for the solace of night prisoners in the Compter.
Experience brings brotherly love. Those who have felt sharp afflictions, terrible convictions, racking doubts and violent temptations, will be jealous in helping those of a similar condition.
It were well if the great Head of the church would put unsympathetic Christians into the Compter of trouble for a season until they can weep with those that weep.—SPURGEON.