Connecticut western news., 1895-08-01

so full of indignation, so full ot con- passion, so full of mercy! How it peers through the darkness How it outshines the day How it glares upon the offend er How it beams on the penitent soul Talk about the human eye as being in- describably wonderful How much more wonderful the great, searching, over whelming eye of God All eternity past and all eternity to come on that retina
 A Searching Glare.
 The eyes with which we look into each others face today suggest it. It stands written twice on your face and twice on mine, unless through casualty one or both have been obliterated "He that formed the eye, shall he not seer" Oh, the eye of God! It sees our sorrows to assuage them, sees our perplexities to disentangls them, sees our wants to sympathize with them. If we fight him back, the eye of an antagonist. If we ask his grace, the eye of an everlasting friend. You often find in book or manuscript star calling your attention to footnote or explanation. That star the printer calls an asterisk. But all the stars of the night are asterisks call ing your attention to God-an all ob- serving God. Our every nerve divine handwriting. Our every muscle a pull ley divinely swung Our every bone sculptured with divine suggestion. Our every eye a reflection 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 live What a stupendous thing to die! No such thing as hidden transgression. A dramatic advocate in olden times, at night in courtroom, persuaded of the innocence of his client charged with murder and of the guilt of the witness who was trying to swear the poor man $ 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 crimi- nal instead of the man arraigned at the bar Oh, my friends, our most hidden sin is under q brighter light than that. It is under the burning eye of God. He is not blind giant stumbling through the heavens. He is not blind monarch feeling for the step of his chariot. Are you wronged? He sees it. Are you poor. He sees it. Have you domestic perturba- tion of which the world knows nothing! He sees it. "Oh, you say, my affairs are so insignificant I can't realize that God sees me and sees my affairs. Can you see the point of pin? Can you sec the eye of a needle? Can on see mote ill the sunbeam? And has tfod given you that power of minute observation, aud does he not possess it Aisssshl "He that formed tho eye, ahs,M ss xzs11[G P"
 Restored to Gls
 But you say: "God is in one world and am ill apother world. He seems SC far off from me l don t really think he sees what is going on ill my life" Can you see the sun 95, 900, coo miles away, and do yoI not think God has as pro longct vision? But you say, "There are phases of my life and there are colors shades of color-in my annoyances and my vexations that don t think God can understand. Does not God gather up all the colors and all the shades ot color in the rainbow? And do you sup. pose there is any phase or any shade il your life he has not gathered up ill his own heart? Besides that want to tell you it will soon all be over, this strug gle. That eye of yours, so e4Quisitely fashioned and strung, and hinged and roofed, will before long be closed in tis last slnmber Loving hands will smooth down the silken fringes. So he giveth his beloved sleep A legend of St. Fro tobert is that his mother was blind, and he was so sorely pitiful for tho misfor- tune that one day in sympathy he kissed her eyes, and by miracle she saw every thing. But it is not legend when I tell you that all the blind eyes of the Chris tian dead under the kiss of the resurrec- ton morn she'll gloriously open. Oh, what day that will be for those who went groping through this world under perpetual obscuration, or were depend snt on tho hand of friend, or with an uncertain staff felt their way, and for the aged of dim sight about whom it may be said that "they which look out of the windows are darkened" when eternal dayb comes in What beau tiful epitaph that was for tombstone in a European cemetery: "Here reposes in God, Katrina, saint, S5 years of age and blind. The light was restored to her May 10, 1840."