A PROSPEROUS BLIND CRIPPLE.
In a sermon in Troy, N. Y., lately, upon contentment and godliness, the Rev. Dr. Webber said: “On my visiting list is the family of a cripple who supports his wife and little ones by making shoes. Not many weeks ago I called upon them, and found that in addition to the affliction resulting from the loss of his lower limbs, the husband and father had become blind. Poverty stared the little family in the face, but even then I heard no word of complaint from him. On the contrary, he made an effort to be cheerful. At a subsequent visit I found the man at work again, and when I entered his shop he exclaimed, ‘I have news for you, sir. I have good news. Last week I recovered my sight a little, and by feeling I made a pair of shoes. I got $3 for them, which paid the rent, and, thank God, we don’t owe a cent. We are prosperous: we are prosperous, sir.’ I went away ashamed of myself feeling that this poor cripple was the only person I had heard say he was prosperous during the last twelve months. Prosperous on $3 a week, while merchants who are making thousands of dollars each year, are grumbling about hard times.”—Presbyterian.