The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-01-25

stand that what she cried out against
 today she would be chiefly grateful for tomorrow. And so here lies little Helen
 Kellar, sleeping in her cradle. child of years, with a parent weeping above her. uttering words or passionate love. tears, signaling to the child. pressing tha child to her bosom with a heart that breaks because the child does not ur- derstand. And behold the tragedy of the agel God, nearer to His earthly child than breathing, and closer than hends or feet; God, with His angels encamp1ux on mans right hand and his left hand. and man. blind and deaf and dumb. so]s. "Oh, that I knew where I might find Him!" This is the cry that rises in the night. How often would have gath~ cred them as a hen gathers her chiclf- ems under her wingsl" And, behold men knew Him not. Meanwhile He car rieth His earthly child in arms that a<9 everlasting and hideth man in His bosom- The Purposes of the Ages to Devslcy
 Senses in Man.
 Standing beside Helen Kellar we un- Gods providence. The whole drama of the ages is epitomized in this blind. deaf. dumb girl Beginning with the fire mist. God turns 1t into a habitable world. Com mands the crust of this earth to becoma vegetableg and the plant to become au1~ nal, and the animal to become gavnN9
 men, and the savage men to become aona Then begins the long upward march for His sons, that come at last into Ills image. A sublime impulse for growth is upon them. The movement Ia upward and always upward. Life is relationship. The test of the value of kivfnR thiu& Ia kAN rxF Afa a1ak fs4 stone has no life nerve. therefore stonne do not grow. The shrub has one root of relationship, and it becomes a tree The tortoise has two, and so If the tree Goes not move, with its one root the tnxt01M1 creeps as well as lives. The bird ada the nerve of flight and the nerve of munics and so for the young lark two new realms rush into sight. Man adds many nerv1M and is, therefore lord over many realms. He has the nerve of taste toward the strawberry and the apple. and und6z- stands the realms of fruits and grninn. He has the nerve of intellect. xsznntnN toward books and library. He has the nerve of taste, running toward colozn and pictures. He has the nerve of 6eMx@ ing, running toward conversation and sweet song He has the nerve OG mfEoc- tion, running toward the kingdom Of friendship and home. He has the nerve of conscience, running toward the hing dom of morals. His purity of heart in spiritual optic nerve, by which hs secs God. His love and hope and faith are like windows, through which new divine realms burst into sight The measure of his manhood is the number of nerves thar relate him to the various nerves of truth and beauty and goodness. Some realms there are toward which he has no nerve. as yet, though he may develop it. Pro- fd8sor TyndaH discovered a dark ray in the sunbeam. But the scientist be- lieved that this ray Is now dark because man has no nerve fine enough to detect 1t. There is a great realm hidden fn that dark ray; it intcrrpets to us worlds of divine beauty and truth, of which we are ignorant, simply because man has no sense as yet developed for discernment. Now any tampering with this nerve that connects the two realms is fatal Cut the nerve root for the tree, and the oak perishes. Cut the nerve of song for the skylark, and the kingdom of melody is obliterated. Cut the nerve of intellect in man. and the world of books is as if tt were not. Cut the nerve of conscience and God passes out of sight, just as the sun ceases to be for him whose optic nerve is sunk.
 David exclaimed, 'sThe fool saith in his heart, there is no God" That is the only wise thing fool ever did say For fools, there is no God. and never win be. God is wisdom, and wisdom ss dfscerned only by men who have the nerve of wis dom. Down in the fruit quarters iB a young Italian. Put twenty-Rve different kinds of apples before the boy, then blind fold him, mix the apples all up. and he will tell you from the perfume the name of each apple. He has newly come from Sicily, and those soft, silky membranes where taste dwells are as delicate and fine as the electrical instrument h three months. in this harHh climate, the membranes of the nostril will begin to thicken, to protect themselves, and in ten generations the sense of perfume wfII have passed from him. as 1t has for you and me, by reason of the hardentng o9 the membrane to suit the harsh changes of this rigorous climate. Whittier had a unique sense of hearing. He tells uz he could hear the coEn grow. The Chl- 'eFe have fan that is peculiar. IE looks like a lead pencil, outwardly. But you take hold of the string at the end and pull, and out comes the fan. crack ling as it comes. You take hold of the string at the other end and the fan Ia pulled back into the case. Not other wise Nature has wrapped a great stalk of corn in the little seed. Lying in the corn field on July night Whittier was conscious that Nature had taken hold of the string in the seed of corn, and was pulling 1t. out. and it cracked like a Chi- nese fan as it came forth. And SO Whit tier heard the corn grow. George Eliot is thinking about the sensitivenass of the ear when she says if we could hear the corn grow and the wool on the backs of the sheep, we should die of the roar that lies on the other side of silence. Christ is thinking of this nerve of re- ligious sensation. when He says that 'the pure in heart see God.' It doth not yet appear what we shall be. and ie can not appear. 1 hear men all about me saying why does not God tell us about the future life? Mothers come weeping and saying, shall I know my children there? Men. who steel their lips to xil- ence, lift inquiring eyes and say, "Is there a meeting place for the deadg'
 A Vain Request.
 Even Emerson, great as he was, re- belled. In his Essay on ImmorfaIfty,'s be makes the two boys ia college try to prove that there Is another life. Then fifty years pass away. The two old men meet in Congress again. They shake hands, and one asks the other. Any light? And both shake the head and turn away. Helen Kellar is wiser. When she is told that there is a realm Of sound where orators speak and dramat- sts recite and vocalists sing and moth- ITS croon the songs that comfort the ,hild, Helen Kellar does not doubt. Just imagine Helen Keilar going 10 another leaf and dumb girl and signalling, sDo 'ou really believe there is any realm of ound and sight?" And then, when fifty rears have passed by the two vTonlan