The national leader., 1889-03-23
The Eyes.

The eye is the index of the soul-the
interpreter of thought, feeling, and
charac ter.
In that tiny ball, so marvellously set
beneath the sheltering brow, may be
read the strange volume of human life,
with its varied phases and vicissitudes,
It's hopes, its griefs, its fears, it's high
resolves, its base designs, its noble en-
deavors, and it's guilt and crime.
In this eye-glass Of the soul-this
transparent lens of human life so curl
ously wrought with skill divine; so de-
licate, it could be crushed beneath your
finger tips, so sensitive, a mote might
destroy it; 30 small, you could pack it
within the compass OF your thimble-
in this wonderful spirit glass are signs
and revelations, histories and prophe-
cies that leap to our vision with the
rapidity and suddenness of electric fire.
disclosing soul - pictures and heart
secrets which tongue or pen could not
reveal.
/ How wonderful this magic lamp that
reveals the spirit life! What strange
forms and fancies mount to view as
kindling thought and emotion 1uctuate
within the soull Within the light of its
electric fire what passions rise-what
loves, what hates, wnat celestial intl-
nations.
The eye reflects the complexion of
the spirit, and in this faithful mirror,
what deep secrets are revealed!
The eye is the key of character. If
you would know of spirit, look into the
eye. If you would know the temper of
your neighbor, you need not follow him
to his business or home-look in at the
window Of his soul. Is he sour and
surly, Grabbed and ill-naturned?-you
see the bear at once, and straight-way
bethink yourself Of the safety of your
head. Is he kind, and generous, and
good-humored? - you become consci-
GUS of warmth, comfort, and protec-
ton.
There are cold, grizzly eyes that be-
token hard friction with the world;
strong eyes that give no admission into
them, arrow eyes that ward off ap-
proach and pierce you with sensation
of fear and dread, captious eyes that
dance, and dart, and take you un-
awares; there are jealous eyes, intri-
guing eyes, prying eyes, and quick,
keen, restless eyes, full of passion and
of fire, there are rowing eyes that seem
ever in quest of something; longing
eyes, in which a spirit breathes and
sighs; imploring eyes that ever turn
their wistful gaze, as if they would ask
your love and sympathy.
There are eyes like precious gems,
that dazzle and allure you; there are
soft, liquid eyes, into which you look
as into deep well; peaceful eyes that
remind you of a placid lake, on whose
unruff1ed surface fit forms and shad-
ows; and there are eyes into which you
gaze as into a spirit world-so bright
are they with heavenly light.
There are eyes 50 emotive, so mag
netic. that the seem but outlines Of
the soul, so aglbw with spirit that they
seem themselves spirits, whispering
celestial Inspiration. So are there eyes
pure and clear, from which beams soft
love-light. which warns and cheers,
and brings a sense of grateful repose.
This is sometimes seen in mature life,
after fame of passion has expired.
And there Is the eye of the youthful
loverl 1t is more bewitching and pas
sionate. In that strange magnetic ball
is an electric power that thrills the ten
der cords of human hearts. What
wondrous power of attraction and re-
pulsion is lodged within the finger cur