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THUNDER, OR ANGEL S VOICE.pdf

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BY J. R. MILLER

Different persons continually give a differ-
ent answer to the same question. Our eyes are
alike, and yet no two persons see the same
picture on the canvas. Our ears are con-
structed on the same pattern, and yet no two
hear the same song as they listen side by side
to the singer. The world is not the same to
any two persons. We carry within us a mys-
terious power, which interprets to us whatever
we see or hear of the sights and voices of
the outside world.
BY J. R. MILLER

Different persons continually give a differ-
ent answer to the same question. Our eyes are
alike, and yet no two persons see the same
picture on the canvas. Our ears are con-
structed on the same pattern, and yet no two
hear the same song as they listen side by side
to the singer. The world is not the same to
any two persons. We carry within us a mys-
terious power, which interprets to us whatever
we see or hear of the sights and voices of
the outside world.

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THUNDER, OR ANGEL'S VOICE.By J. R. Miller, D.D." Whither leads this pathway, little one ? "— "It runs just on and on, is never done."" Whither leads this pathway, mistress fair ? "— " That path to town, sir ; to the village square."" Whither leads this pathway, father old ? "— 11To the white quiet of the churchyard fold."Different persons continually give a differ-ent answer to the same question. Our eyes arealike, and yet no two persons see the samepicture on the canvas. Our ears are con-structed on the same pattern, and yet no twohear the same song as they listen side by sideto the singer. The world is not the same toany two persons. We carry within us a mys-terious power, which interprets to us whateverwe see or hear of the sights and voices of the outside world ; and this power is distinct26THUNDER, OR ANGEVS VOICE.2*Jin each one. Thus it happens continually thatthe same voice falls upon the ears of two dif-ferent persons, and is altogether different tothe two. Each hears what his own soul isprepared for hearing.We have an illustration of this in the story
 
of Christ. One day a voice was heard in thetemple. It was a divine voice speaking fromheaven. The people standing about the Mas-ter heard it, and were strangely impressed byit. Yet they were not all impressed in thesame way. Some thought it thundered ; thevoice awed and terrified them. Others thoughtan angel had spoken. It was the same sound ;the difference was in those who heard it. Themood of their spirit gave tone to the voice.It is always so ; our own heart makes ourworld for us, and fills and peoples it, andthe music we hear is modulated as it passesover the chords of our own soul. If you holda smooth sea-shell to your ear, you hear astrange, murmuring sound, which we used tobe told in childhood was a sort of reminis-cence of the ocean's roar. The fancy is that28THE JOY OF SERVICE,the shell, having lain long amid the waves,the music of the sea has hidden in its magicchambers, and that this is what you hearwhen you hold the shell to your ear.This pretty fancy is dispelled, however,when you learn that, instead of the music of the ocean, the sound you hear is caused bythe beating of your own heart, the throbbingof the blood in your fingers. Lay the shell ona table, and put your ear to it, and there is nomusic ; you hear the murmur only when youhold the shell in your hands.Many of the sounds which we hear, attrib-uting them to various sources, are but the
 
noise of our own pulses ; and every sound thatbreaks upon our ear is modified at least by themood or quality of our own inner life. Whenour heart is glad, the world is full of song.When our heart is sad, the world is full of tears." In ourselves the sunshine dwells ;In ourselves the music swells ;Everywhere the heart awakeFinds what pleasure it can make ;Everywhere the light and shadeBy the gazer's eye is made."THUNDER, OR ANGEVS VOICE.29What men and women find in life dependson what they are themselves. We hear somepeople talk of the coldness of the world. Theyfind no love anywhere, no gratitude, no appre-ciation, no sympathy, no tenderness. Others,living in like circumstances and conditions,find only brightness, beauty, gladness, and ten-derness wherever they go. The same skiesare dull and leaden to one, and glorious withtheir deep, wonderful blue to another. Thesame fields are dreary and desolate to oneeye, and filled with splendid beauty to another.The same people seem unsympathetic, uncon-genial, unneighborly to one, and to the otherappear cordial, kindly, responsive, and unselfish.Each person's heart casts its own hue andtinge upon all other lives. Two listen to thesame voice ; and while one hears what seemsto him to be terrifying thunder, the otherhears the entrancing strains of angels' songs." Two men looked out from their prison bars— 

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