The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1900-01-19

all worn out, and so am |, but all those
who will march with me TO save those
women and children hold up your
hand" Then Havelock sad ut is al
most dark, and my eyesight is very
poor, and cannot see your raised
hands. but know they are all up. For
ward TO Cawnpurl" That hero's eyes.
though almost extinguished in the
service of God and his country. could
see across India and across the cen
turtles. But let anybody who has one
good eye be thankful, and all who have
two good eyes be twice as thankful.
Take care OF your eyes and thank God
every morning when you open them
for capacity to see the light. do not
wonder at the behavior OF poor man
in France. He had been born blind,
but was a skillful groom in the stables.
A surgeon, riding up one evening,
gave his horses into the care of the
blind groom. Late at night the trav-
cling surgeon went TO the stables and
found the groom still at work upon
the horses. and the grateful and SYM
pathetic surgeon resolved in the morn
ing to reward the blind groom with
money. But in the night the surgeon
bethought himself that perhaps he
could give the groom something bet
ter than money. In the morning he
said to the blind groom; 'Step out
into the sunshinel You are 40 years Of
age. could surely have cured your
blindness IL had seen you sooner, but
come TO Paris, and will give you sight
il you do not die under the operation"
Paying the poor mans way TO Paris,
the operation was successful. For the
first time the man saw his wife and
children, and having taken a good look
at them he turned and said: LET me
look on my friend, the surgeon, who
has opened all this beautiful world to
me and shown me my loved ones"
Was not that glorious? Only those who
have been restored from utter blind
ness can appreciate the omnipotent
blessing Of eyesight.
You often find in a book of manu-
script a star calling your attention to
a footnote or explanation. That star
the printer calls an astersk. But all
the stars of the night heavens are as
terisks calling your attention to God,
an all-observing God. Our every nerve
Divine handwriting. Our every mus
Gle n pulley Dvinely swung. Our
every bone sculptured with Divine sug-
gestiveness. Our every eye a 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 a stupendous thing to live!
What a stupendous thing to die! No
such thing as hidden transgression.
A dramatic advocate in olGen 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 mans life away-that advocate
took up two bright lamps and thrust
them close up to the face of the wit
ness and cried: MAY it please the
court and gentlemen of the jury, be-
hold the murderer" and the man
practically under that awful glare con-
fessed that he was the criminal instead
of the man arraigned at the bar. Oh,
my friends, our most hidden sin is n
brighter light than that! 1t is under
the burning eye Of God.
He is not a blind giant stumbling
through the Heavens. He is not a
blind monarch feeling for the step Of
his chariot. Are you wronged? He
sees it. Are you poor? He sees it,
Have You domestic perturbation Of
which the world knows nothing? He
sees it. oh" you say, my affairs are
so insignificant | cant realize that God
sees me and sees my affairs!" Can
you see the point of pin? Can you
see the point of a needle? Can you sec
a mote in the sunbeam? And has God
given you that power of minute obser-
walton ana does He not possess It
Himself? "He that formed the eye,
shall He not see?"
But you say: God is in ore world
and 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 95,00O.000 miles
away, and do you not think God has
as prolonged vision? But you say:
There are phases of my life and there
are coors, shades Of color in my an.
noyances and my vexations that |
don't think God can understand"
Does not God gather up all the coors
and all the shades Of color in the rain
bow? And do you suppose there is
any phase or any shade in your life
that 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 fash,
Toned and strung and hinged and
rooted will before long close in the
last slumber. Loving hands will
smooth down the silken fringes. So
He giveth His beloved sleep.
A legend of St. Frotobert is that his
mother was blind and he was so sorely
pitiful for the misfortune that one
day in sympathy he kissed her eyes