Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 August 1895 — TALMAGE’S SERMON. [ARTICLE]

TALMAGE’S SERMON.

TALKS OF THE EYE’S MARVEL OUS CONSTRUCTION. He Also/jSliows How. Much Mere Overwhelming la the Indescribably Searching Eye of God—The Kiss of the Resurrection—Sight Restored. ■_ Wonders of the Eye. Bev. Dr. Talmage, who is still absent on his summer preaching tour in the West and Southwest, prepared for last-Sunday a sermon on “The All Seeing,” the text selected being Psalm xciv., 9, “He that formed the eye, shall he not see?” -The imperial organ of the human system is the eye; All up and down the Bible God honors it, extrols it, illustrates it, or arranges it.—Five hundred and thirty-four times it is mentioned in the - Bible. Omnipresence—“the eyes of the Lord are in every place.” Divine care — “as the apple of the eye.” The clouds—“the eyelids of the morning.” Irreverence —“the eye that mocketh at its —father.” Pride—“Oh, how lofty are their eye?!”" Inattention—“the fool’s eye in the ends of the earth.” Divine inspection—“wheels full of eyes.” Suddenness—“in . the twinkling of an eye at the last trump.” Olivetic sermon —“the light of the body is the eye.” This -morning’s text —“He that formed the eye, shall ho not see?” The surgeons, the doctors, the anatomists and the physiologists understand much of the glories of the two great lights of the human face, but the vast multitudes go on from cradle to grave without any appreciation of the two great masterpieces of the Lord God Almighty. If God had lacked anything of infinite wisdom, he would have failed In creating the human eye. We wander through the earth trying to see wonderful sights, but the most wonderful sight that we ever see is not so wonderful as the instruments through which we see it. It has been a strange thing to me for forty years that some scientist, with enough eloquence and magnetism, did not go through the country with illustrated lectures on canvas thirty feet square to startle and thrill and overwhelm Christendom with the marvels of the human eye. We want the eye taken from all its technicalities and some one who shall lay aside all talk about the pterygomaxillary fissures, and the sclerotica, and the chiasma of the optic uerve, and in common parlance, which you and I and everybody can understand, present the subject. We have learned men who have been telling us what our origin is and what we were. Oh! if some one should come forth from the dissecting table and from the classroom of the university and take the platform, and asking the help of the Creator demonstrate the wonders of -what-we are! The Surpassing Human Eye. If I refer to the physiological facts suggested by the former part of my text, it is only to bring out in a plainer way the theological lessons of the latter part of my text, “He that formed the eye, shall he not see?” I suppose my text referred to the human eye, since it excels all others in structure and in adaptation. The eyes of fish and reptiles and moles and bats are very simple things, because they have not much to do. There are insects with a hundred eyes, but the hundred eyes have less faculty than the human eyes. The black beetle swimming the summer pond has two eyes tmder water and two eyes above the water, but the four insectile are not equal to the two human. Man, placed at the head of all living creatures, must have supreme equipment, while the > blind fish in the Mammoth cave of Kentucky have only an undeveloped organ of sight, an apology for the eye, which, if through some crevice of the mountain they should get into the sunlight, might be developed into positive eyesight. In the first chapter of Genesis we find that God, without any consultation, created the light, created the trees, created the fish, created the fowl, but when he was about to make man he called a convention of divinity, as though to imply that all the powers of Godhead were to be enlisted in the achievement. “Let us make man.” Put a whole ton of emphasis on that word “us.” “Let us make man.” And if God called a convention of divinity to create man I think the two great questions in that conference were how to create a soul and how to make an appropriate window for that emperor to look out of. See how God honored the eye before he created it. He cried, until chaos was irradiated with the utterance, “Let there be light!” In other words, before he introduced man into this temple of the world he illuminated it, prepared it for the eyesight. And so, after the last human eye has been destroyed in the final demolition of the world, stars are to fall, and the sun Is to cease its shining, and the moon is to turn into blood. In other words, after the human eyes are no more to be profited by their shining, the chandeliers of heaven are to be turned out. God, to educate and to bless and to help the human eye, set in the mantel of heaven two lamps—a gold lamp and a silver lamp—the one for the day and the other for the night. To show how God honors the eye, look at the two halls built for the residence of the eyes, aeven bones making the wall for each eye, the seven bones curiously wrought together. Kingly palace of ivory is considered rich, but the halls for the residence of the human eye are richer by so much as human bone is more sacred than elephantine tusks. See how God honored the eyes when he made a roof for them, so that the sweat of toil should not smart them and the rain dashing against the forehead «hould not drip into them, the eyebrows mot bending over the eye, but reaching to the right and to the left, so that the rain and the sweat should be compelled to drop upon the cheek, instead of falling into this divinely protected human eyesight. See how God honored the eye in the fact presented by anatomists and physiologists that there are 800 contrivances in every eye. For window shutters, the eyelids opening and closing 30,000 times a day. The eyelashes so constructed that they have their selection ns to what shall be admitted, saying to the dust, “Stay out,” and saying to the light, “Come in.” For inside-curtains the iris, or pupit of the eye, according as the light is greater or less, contracting or dilating. The eye of the owl is blind in the daytime, the eyes of some creatures are blind at night, but the human eye, so marvelously constructed, can see both by day and by night. Many of the other creatures of God can move the eye only from side to side, but the human eye, so marvelously Constructed, has one muscle to lift the eye and another muscle to lower the eye, and another muscle to roll it to the right, and another muscle to roll it to the left, and another muscle passing through a pulley to turn it round and round—an elaborate

gearing of six muscles as perfect as God eould make them. There also is the retina, ga.thering4he rays of light and passing the. visual impression along the optic nerve, about the thickness of the lamp wick — passing the visual impression on to the senorium and on into the soul. What a delicate lens, what an exquisite screen, what soft cushions, what wonderful chemistry of the human eye! The eye washed by a slow stream of moisture whether we sleep or wake, rolling imperceptibly over the pebble of the eye and emptying into a bone of the nostril. A contrivance so wonderful that it can see the sun 95,000,000 miles away and the point of a pin. Telescope and microscope in the same contrivance. The astronomer swings and moves this way and that and adjusts and readjusts the telescope until he gets it to the right focus. The microscopist moves this way and that and adjusts and readjusts the magnifying glass until it is prepared to do its work, but the human eye, without a touch, beholds the star and the smallest insect. The traveler imong the Alps with one glance takes in Mount Blanc and the face of his watch to see whether he has time to climb it. The Tear Gland.

Oh, this wonderful camera obscura which you and I carry about with us, so to-day we take in our friends, so from the top of Mount Washington~we can take in New England, so at night we can sweep into our vision the constellations from horizon to horizon. So delicate, so semiinfinite, and yet the light coming 95,000,000 of miles at the rale of 200,000 miles a second is obliged to halt at the gate of the eye, waiting for admission until the portcullis be lifted. Something hurled 95,000,000 of miles and striking an instrument which has not the agitation of even winking under the power of the stroke. There, also, is the merciful arrangement of the tear gland, by which the eye is washed and from which rolls the" tide which brings the relief that comes in tears when some bereavement or great loss strikes us. The tear is not an augmentation of soryow, but the breaking up of the arctic of frozen grief in the warm gulf stream of consolation. Incapacity to weep is madness or death. Thank God for the tear glands, and that the crystal gates are so easily opened. Oh, the wonderful hydraulic apparatus of the human eye. Divinely constructed of the immortal soul, under the shining of which the world sails in and drops anchor. What an anthem of praise to God is the human eye! The tongue is speechless and a clumsy instrument of expression as compared with it. Have you not seen it flash with indignation, or kindle with enthusiasm, or expand with devotion, or melt with sympathy, or stare with fright, or leer with villainy, or droop with sadness, or pale „wish envy, or fire with‘revenge, or twinkle with mirth, or beam with love? It is tragedy and comedy and pastoral and lyric in turn. Have you not seen its uplifted brow of surprise, or its frown of wrath, or its contraction of pain? If the eye say one thing and the lips say another thing, you believe the eye rather than the lips. The eyes of Archibald Alexander and Charles G. Finney were the mightiest part of their sermon. George Whitefield enthralled great assemblages with his eyes, though they were crippled with strabismus. Many a military chieftain has with a look hurled a regiment to victory or to death. Martin Luther turned his great eye onan assassin who came to take his life, and the villain fled. Under the glance of the human eye the tiger, with five times a man’s strength, snarls back into the African jungle. But those best appreciate the value of the eye who have lost it. The Emperor Adrian by accident, put out the bye of his servant, and he said to hiseervant: “What shall I pay you in, money or in lands? Anything you ask me. I am so sorry I put your eye out.” But the servant refused to put any financial estimate on the value of the eye, and when the emperor urged and urged again the matter he said: “Oh, emperor, I want nothing but my lost eye.” Alas, for those for whom a thick and impenetrable vail is drawn across the face of the heavens and the face of one’s own kindred! That was a pathetic scene when a blind man lighted a torch at night and was found passing along the highway, and some one said, “Why do you carry that torch when you can’t see?” “Ahl” said he, “I can’t see, but I carry this torch that others may see me and pity my helplessness and not run me down.” Samson, the giant, with his eyes put out by the Philistines, is more helpless than the smallest dwnrf with vision undamaged. All the sympathies of Christ were stirred when he saw Bartimcus with darkened retina, and the only salve he ever made that we read of was a mixture of dust and saliva and a prayer, with which he cured-.the eyes of a man blind from his nativity. The value of the eye is shown as much by its catastrophe as by its healthful action. Ask the man who for twenty years has not seen the sun rise, Ask the man who for half a century has not seen the face of a friend. Ask in the hospital the victim of ophthalmia. Ask the man whose eyesight perished in a powder blast. Ask the Bartimcus who never met a Christ or the man born blind who is to die blind. Ask him. This morning, in my imperfect way, I have only hinted at the splendors, the glories, the wonders, the divine revelations, the apocalypses of the human eye, and I stagger back from the awful portals of the physiological miracle which must have taxed the ingenuity of a God to cry out in your ears the words of my text, “He that formed the eye, shall he not see?” Shall Herschel not know as much as his telescope? Shall Fraunhofer not know as much as his spectroscope? Shall Swammerdau not know as much as his microscope? Shall Dr. Hooke not know as much as his micrometer? Shall the thing formed know more than its master? “He that formed the eye, shall he .not see?” The Eyes of God. The recoil of this question is tremendous. We stand at the center of a vast circumference of observation. No privacy. On us, eyes of cherubim, eyes of seraphim, eyes of archangel, eyes of God. We may not be able to see the Inhabitants of other worlds, but perhaps they may be able to see us. We have not optical instruments strong enough to descry them. Perhaps they have optical lustnxments strong enough to desefy us. The mole cannot see the eagle midsky, but the eagle midsky can see the mole midgrass. We are able to see mountains and caverns of another world, but perhaps the inhabitants of other worlds can see the towers of our cities, the flash of our seas, the marching of our processions, the white robes of our weddings, the black scarfs of our obsequies. It passes out from the guess into the positive when we are told in the Bible that the inhabitants of other worlds do come as convoy to this. Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister

to those who shall be heirs of salvation? But human inspection, and angelic infection, and stellar inspection, and lunar inspection, and solar inspection are tame compared With the thought divine inspection. "You converted me twenty years ago,” said a black man to my father. “How so?” said my father. ‘Twenty years ago,” said the other, "in the old schoolhouse prayer meeting at Bound Brook you said in your prayer, Thou, God, seest me,’ and I had no peace under the eye of God until I became a Christian.” Hear it. “The eyes of the Lord are in every place.” “His eyelids try the children of men.” “His eyes were as a flame of fire.” “I will guide thee with mine eye.” Oh, the eye of God, so full of pity, so full of power, so full of love, so full of indignation, so full of compassion, so full of mercy! How it peers through the darkness! How it outshines the day! How it glares upon the offender! How it beams on the penitent sdiill Talk about the human eye as being indescribably wonderful —how much more wonderful the great, searching, overwhelming eye of God! AH eternity past and all eternity to come on that retina. ~ The Asterisk. The eyes with which we look into each other’s face to-day suggest it. It stands written twice on youit face and twice on , mine, unless through casualty one or both have been obliterated. “He that formed the eye, shall he not see?” Oh, the eye of God! It sees our sorrows to assuage them, sees our perplexities to disentangle 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 a book or manuscript a star calling your attention to a footnote or explanation. That star the printer calls an asterisk. But all thestars of the night are asterisks calling your attention to God, an all observing God. Our every nerve a divine handwriting. Our every muscle a pulley divinely swung. Our bone sculptured with divine suggestion. Our every eye a reflection of the divine eye. God above 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 olden times, at night in a court-room, 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’s life away—that advocate took up two bright lamps and thrust them close 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. It 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 thb 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 I can’t realize that God sees me and sees my affairs." Can you see the point of a pin? Gan you see the eye of a needle? Can you see a mote in the sunbeam? And has God given you that power of minute observation and does he not possess it himself? “He that formed the eye, shall not he see?”

A Legend. But you say: “God is in one world, and I am in another world. He seems so far off from me, I don’t really think he sees what is going on in my life.” Can you see the sun 95,000,000 miles away, and do you not think God has as prolonged vision? But you say, “There are phases of my life and there are colorsshades of color—in my annoyances and my vexations that I 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 suppose there is any phase of any shade in your life he has not gathered up in his own heart? Besides that, I want to tell you it will soon all be over, this struggle. That eye of yours, so exquisitely fashioned and strung and hinged and roofed, will before long be closed in the last slumber. Loving hands will smooth down the silken fringes. So he giveth his beloved sleep. A legend of St. Fortobert is that his mother was blind, and he was so sorely pitiful for the misfortune that one day in sympathy he kissed her eyes, and by miracle she saw everything. But it is not a legend when I tell you that all the blind eyes of the Christian dead under the kiss of the resurrection morn shall gloriously open. Oh, what a day that will be for those who went groping through this world under perpetual obscuration, or were dependent on the hand of a 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 daybreak comes in! What a beautiful epitaph that was for a tombstone in a European cemetery: “Here reposes in God, Katrina, a saint, 85 years of age and blind. The light was restored to her May 10, 1840.”

Why the'Woman Screamed. The screams of a woman with her head and shoulders thrust out of the fourth story window of a. lodging house ou Kearny street attracted the attention of passers. The woman was squealing at the top of her voice, and for a moment It was the firm belief of the people below that some brute was trying to throw her out of the window. Closer observation revealed the fact that while hanging her canary bird out in the sun the bottom had dropped out of the cage and the bird was fluttering around the top of the prison frightened half to death. “Oh, he’ll fall; he’ll fall! My poor little bird!" screamed the woman. Then with great pf-esenee of mind she turned the cage bottom side up so that her pet would not be mangled on the cruel stone pavements beneath. The bird sailed away over the buildings, followed by a most. heartrending and earsplitting screech. The poor woman was comforted, however, by the knowledge that the bird did not fall.—San Francisco Post Alclblades had a cunning trick of remembering people's children, and often greatly' pleased fond fathers by alluding to their sons, whom he would inquire after by name. It was said of him that be knew all the boys and young men in Athens, and was, consequently, Immensely popular among them.