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PICTURES IN THE HEART.pdf

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Published by GLENN DALE PEASE
BY JAMES RUSSELL MILLER D.D.



NIEBUHR, the distinguished traveler, became
blind in his old age. But, having traversed
many lands, amid the fairest and loveliest scenes
of the world, he had stored away in his memory
countless pictures of landscapes, mountain-scenery,
vales of rare beauty and great and splendid cities.
Then, as he lay upon his bed or reposed on his
easy-chair, his face would often brighten into a
rich glow, as if some inner light was shining
through. He was pondering once more some
splendid scene he had looked upon in the sunny
Orient. The chamber-walls of his memory were
hung all over with pictures which filled his dark-
ened years with joy and beauty.
BY JAMES RUSSELL MILLER D.D.



NIEBUHR, the distinguished traveler, became
blind in his old age. But, having traversed
many lands, amid the fairest and loveliest scenes
of the world, he had stored away in his memory
countless pictures of landscapes, mountain-scenery,
vales of rare beauty and great and splendid cities.
Then, as he lay upon his bed or reposed on his
easy-chair, his face would often brighten into a
rich glow, as if some inner light was shining
through. He was pondering once more some
splendid scene he had looked upon in the sunny
Orient. The chamber-walls of his memory were
hung all over with pictures which filled his dark-
ened years with joy and beauty.

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PICTURES IN THE HEART.BY JAMES RUSSELL MILLER D.D.NIEBUHR, the distinguished traveler, becameblind in his old age. But, having traversedmany lands, amid the fairest and loveliest scenesof the world, he had stored away in his memorycountless pictures of landscapes, mountain-scenery,vales of rare beauty and great and splendid cities.Then, as he lay upon his bed or reposed on hiseasy-chair, his face would often brighten into arich glow, as if some inner light was shiningthrough. He was pondering once more somesplendid scene he had looked upon in the sunnyOrient. The chamber-walls of his memory werehung all over with pictures which filled his dark-ened years with joy and beauty. It mattered notto him that the light had gone out, leaving thick gloom all about him. His heart was his world,and there was no darkness there. No puttingout of sun or star could obscure the pictures thathung in that sacred house of his soul.275276 WEEK-DAY RELIGION.In a far truer sense than many of us are awaredo our hearts make our world for us. The thingswe behold are but the shadows of the things thatare in us. If we have bright pictures in our heart,the whole world, wherever we go, will be a pic-ture-gallery. Every scene will be a panorama of beauty. The most repulsive objects will wear atinge of loveliness. On the other hand, a sombre,
 
cheerless heart clothes the whole world in shadowand gloom.A writer says : " A cold firebrand and a burn-ing lamp started out one day to see what theycould find. The firebrand came back and wrotein its journal that the whole world was very dark.It did not find a place wherever it went in whichthere was light. Everywhere was darkness. Thelamp when it came back wrote in its journal:i Wherever I went it was light. I did not findany darkness in all my journey/ The whole worldwas light. The lamp carried light with it, andwhen it went abroad it illuminated everything.The dead firebrand carried no light, and it foundnone where it went." Living men and women gothrough the world, and, returning, write records of observation just as diverse as these. Some findonly gloom in the fairest paths, and amid the love-PICTURES IN THE HEART. 277liest scenes nothing beautiful. Others find noth-ing but beauty and brightness even in the deepestvales of earth. Each one finds just what he takesout in himself. The colors he sees are the tints of his own inner life.Many people move amid unbroken music, hear-ing not one note; so, in a spiritual world full of heavenly presences, men remain unconscious of thelove and companionship that linger about them.Having eyes they see not, and having ears theyhear not. Their sorrows go uncomforted, whilethe Comforter stands close beside them. Theworld seems dreary and cold, while tender warmthand rich beauty lie close around them.
 
This is true in our commonest life. How manyof us find all the good there is in our lot ! Do weextract the honey from every flower that blooms inour path ? Do we find all the gold that lies in thehard rocks over which our feet stumble ? Do webehold all the beauty that glows along the waysof our sore toil ? Do not many good things passthrough our hands and slip away from us for everbefore we even recognize their loveliness or theirworth? Do not angels come to us unaware inhomely disguise, walk with us, talk with us, min-ister to us, and then only become known to us278 WEEK-DAY RELIGION.when their place is empty and they have spreadtheir radiant wings in flight which we have nopower ever to recall?The baby seemed very troublesome as it brokeyour night's rest with its cries and you were com-pelled to rise and care for it. But when it layhushed and still for ever among the flowers, whatwould you not have given to have heard it cryagain ? We never see the beauty of our friendstill they are vanishing out of our sight. Whilethey were with us we were impatient of theirfaults. Their habits fretted us. But when deathtouched them it clothed them in a garb of bril-liant beauty. They appeared transfigured. Out of the dull, faulty character sprang a radiant angel-form, and hovered just beyond our reach for ever.What joy and blessing it had brought to our livesto have seen the beauty and the worth before theevanishing !So it is in all life. It really takes but verylittle to make any one happy, yet there are many

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