Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-12-18

ears were never marred with earthly
sounds Oh, the brightest eyes in
heaven will be those that never saw on
earth The ears most alert in heaven
will be those that in this world heard
neither voice of friend nor thrum of
harp nor carol of bird nor doxology of
congregations.
\ lad who had been blind from in
fancy was cured. The ocalist operated
upon the lad and then put very heavy
bandage over the eyes, and after few
weeks had gone by the bandage was re-
moved and the mother said to her child.
"Willie, can you seer" He said, "Oh,
mamma, is this heaven?' The contrast
between the darkness before and the
brightness afterward was overwhelm-
ing. And tell you the glories Of heaven
will be a thousandfold brighter for those
who never saw anything on earth.
While many with good vision closed
their eyes in eternal night, and many
who had a good, artistic and cultured
ear went down into eternal discord,
these afflicted ones cried unto the Lord
in their trouble, and he made their sor-
rows their advantage, and so "the lame
took the prey"
In the seventh century there was a le
gend Of St. Modobert. 1t was said that
his mother was blind, and one day while
looking at his mother he felt SO sympa-
thetic for her blindness that he rushed
forward and kissed her blind eyes, and
the legend says her vision came imme-
diately. That was only a legend, but it
is a truth, a glorious truth, that the kiss
of Gods eternal love has brought to
many blind eye eternal illumination.
HOPES OF THE FUTURE.
A step farther: There are those in all
communities who toll nightly for live
lihood. They have scant wages. Per-
haps they are diseased or have physical
infrmities, so they are hindered from
doing a continuous days work. A city
missionary finds them up the dark al
ley, with no fire, with thin clothing, with
very coarse bread. They never ride in
the street car; they cannot afford the 5
cents. They never see any pictures save
those in the show window on the street,
from which they are often jostled and
looked at by some one who seems to say
in the look: ''Move on! What are you
doing here looking at pictures?'
Yet many of them live on mountains
of TRANSPORTATION. At their rough table
he who fed the 5000 breaks the bread.
They talk often of the good times that
are coming. This world has no charm
for them, but heaven entrances their
spirit They often divide their scant
crust with some forlorn wretch who
| knocks at their door at night, and on the
blast of the night wind as the door
opens to let them in, is heard the voice
of him who said. 81 was hungry. and he
fed me-" No cohort of heaven will be
too bright to transport them. By Gods
help they have vanquished the Assyrian
host. They have divided among them
the spoils. Lame, lame, yet they took
the prey.
MORE CASES IN POINT.
Twas riding along the country road
one day, and [ saw man on clutches.
I overlook him. He was very old. He
was going very slowly. At that rate it
would have taken him two hours to go a
mile. I said, ''Wou1dn't you like to
rider" He said: ''Thank you, [ would.
God bless you" When he sat beside
me, he said: ''You see, am very lame
and very old, but the Lord has been a
good Lord to me. l have buried all my
children. The Lord gave them and the
Lord had right to take them away.
/ Blessed be his namei | was very sick,
and had 10 money, and my neighbors
came in and took care of me, and | wanted
! nothing. I suffer a great deal with pain,
but then | have SO many mercies left.
The Lord has been q good Lord to me-"
And before we had got far was in
doubt whether I was giving him a ride
Z Il mo
CHOW, if you please, I'll get out here.
Just help me down on my crutches, il
you please God bless you. Thank you,
sir. Good morning. Good morning.
You have been feet to the lame, sir, you
have. Good morning"
Swarthy men had gone the road that
day do not know where they came
out, but every hobble of that old man
was toward the shining gate. With his
old crutch he had struck down many a
Sennacherib Of temptation which has
mastered you and me. Lame, SO fear
fully lame, SO awfully lame, but he took
the prey.
A step farther: There are in all com
munities many orphans. During ou1
last war and in the years Immediately
following, how many children at the
north and south we heard say, ''Oh, my
father was killed in the war" Have you
ever noticed-I fear you have not-how
well those children have turned out
Starting under the greatest disadvan
tage, no orphan asylum could do fol
them what their father would have done
had he lived.
The skirmisher sat one night by the
light of fagots in the swamp, writing {
letter home, when a sharpshooter's bull
let ended the letter which was never
folded, never posted and never read
Those children came up under great dis
advantage. No father to fight their way