Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-08-01

nine unIess through czsuairy oue or Dotn
have been obliterated. "He that formed
tho eye, shall be not seci'' Oh, the eye Of
6odi Il sees our sorrows 10 assuage them,
sees our perplcxities 10 discntangle them,
secs our wants 10 sympathizo with them.
II we fight him back, the eye Of an antag-
onist II we ask his grace, the eye Of an
everlasting friend. You often find in a
book or manuscript a star calling your at
tention to footnote or explanation. That
star the printer calls an astcrisk. But all
the stars Of the night are asterisks calling
your attention to God, an all observing
God. Our every nerve n divine handwTit-
ing. Our every muscle pulley divinely
swung. Our every bone sculptured with
divine suggestion. Our every eye a refiec-
ton of the divine eye. God above us, and
God beneath us, and God before us, and
God behind us, and God within us. What
stupendous thing TO liyel What a stu
pendous thing to diel No such thing as
hidden transgression.
A dramatic advocate In olden times, at
night in courtroom, persuaded of the in
nocence of his client charged with murder
and of the guilt of the witness who was
trying to swear tho poor mans life away
and thrust them close up to the face of the
witness and cried, "May it please the court
and gentlemen OF the jury, behold the
murderer and the man, practically under
that awful glare confessed that he was the
criminal instead of the man arraigned at
the bar. Oh, my friends, our most hidden
sin is under a brighter light than that. 1t
is under the burning eye of God. He is
not blind giant stumbling through the
heavens. He is not blind monarch feel
ing for the step of his chariot. Are you
wronged2 lie sees it. Are you poor3 He
sees it, Have you domestic perturbation
of which the world knows nothingY He
sees it, "Oh," you say, ''my affairs are SO
| insignificant l can't realize that God sees
me and sees my affairs" Can you see the
point of a pin? Can you see the eye OF a
needleP Can you see mote in the sun
beamP And has God given you that power
of minute observation and does he not pos
sess it himself? "He that formed the eye,
shall he not seeP"
A Legend.
But you say:" is in one world, and I
am in another world. He seems so far off
from me, don't really think he sees what
is going on In my life.' Can you see the
sun 95, 0c0, 900 miles away, and do you not
think God has as prolonged visionP But
you say, "There are phases Of my life and
there are colors-shades of color-in my
annoyanoes and my vexations that don't
think God can understand" Does not God
gather up all the colors and all the shades
of color in the rainbow And do you sup
pose there is any phase or any shade in
your life he has not gathered up in his own
heart? Besides that, want to tell you it
will soon all be over, this struggle. That
eye of yours, so exquisitely fashioned and
strung and hinged and rooted, will before
long be closed in the last slumber. Low
ing hands will smooth down the silken
fringes. So he giveth his beloved sleep.
A legend of st. Fortobert is that his moth
er was blind, and he was so sorely pitiful
for the misfortune that one day in sympa-
thy he kissed her eyes, and by miracle she
saw everything. But it is not legend
when tell you that all the blind eyes OF
the Christian dead under the kiss of the
resurrection morn shall gloriously open.
Oh, what day that will be for those who
went cropping through this world under
perpetual obscuration, or were dependent
on the hand of friend, or with an uncer-
tain staff felt their way, and for the aged
of dim sight about whom 1t may be said
that "they which look out of the windows
are darkened" when eternal daybreah
comes inl What beautiful epitaph that
was for tombstone in European ceme
terry: "Here reposes in God, Katrina, 0
saint, S5 years of age and blind. The light
was restored to her May 10, 1S4O."