Milford chronicle., 1895-08-02

your attention to God, an all observing
God. Our every nerve a divine handwrit-
ing. Our every muscle a pulley divinely
swung. Our every bone sculptured with
divine suggestion. Our every eye reflec-
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 livel What a stu
pendous thing to diel No such thing as
/ hidden transgression.
A dramatic advocate in olden times, at
night in a courtroom, persuaded Of the in
nocence of his client charged with murder
and Of the guilt Of the witness who was
trying to swear the poor mans life away
that advocate took up two bright lamps
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 a blind monarch feel
ing for the step Of his chariot Are you
wronged? He sees It. Arc you poor? He
sees it, Have You domestic perturbation
Of which the world knows nothingf He
sees 1t. "Oh, you say. "my affairs arc so /
Insignificant I can't realize that God sees
me and sees my affairs" Can you see the /
point Of pins Can you see the eye Of a 4
needley Can you see n mote in the sun
beamS And has God given you that power
of minute observation a I'd does he not pos
sess it HIMSELF "He that formed the eye,
shall he not seo?'
Legend.
But you say: God is in one world. and I
am in another world He sB,ms so far of
from me, don't really think he sees what
is going on In my life Can you see the
sun 50, 600, 600 miles away, and do YOU not
think God has as prolonged vision? But
you say, "There are phases Of my life and
there are colors-shades of color-in nv
annoyances 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
hearth Besides that, I want TO tell you it
will soon all be over, this struggle That
sye Of yours, so exquisitely fashioned and
strung and hinged and rooted, will before
long DO closed in the last slumber. Low
ng hands will smooth down the silken
,ringes. So he giveth his beloved sleep.
A legend of St. Fortobort is that his moth
n was blind, and he was so sorely pitiful {
or the misfortune that one day in sympa- J
by he kissed her eyes, and by miracle she a
aw everything. But it is not a legend c
yhen tell you that all the blind eyes Of
he Christian dead under the kiss Of the a
morn shall gloriously open. Y
Oh, what day that will be for those who d
vent cropping through this world under L
observation, or were dependent 4
n the hand Of a friend, or with an unoer- f
ain staff felt their way, and for IL aged a
dim sight about whom it may De said g
hat ''they which look out Of tho windows o
re darkened" when eternal daybreak v
omes in What a beautiful epitaph tina. "
'as for tombstone in a European GENE. 1
cry; Here reposes In God, Katrina, a a
iint, SO years Of age and blind The light p
as restored to her May 10, $780," +,