"Unto Whom Much Is Given," &c.
By Dr. Hoge
I HAVE seen Laura Bridgman, whom God sent into this world, without sight, hearing, or the power of speech. She could see nothing, hear nothing, ask nothing. To her the very thunder has ever been silence, and the sun blackness. The tips of her fingers, and the palms of her hands, have been her eyes and tongue. Yet, that poor, sickly girl, knows much of the world, and language, and numbers; of human relationships, and passions; of what is, has been, shall be, and should be; of sin, and death, and the grave; of God, and Jesus, and Heaven. And all this has gone through the poor child's slender fingers, darkly feeling the fingers of another; and thus she tells her hopes, and fears, and sorrows. And if she, thus grasping so blindly for the Saviour, finds him and rests her weak hands on his lowly head—that blessed head, that leans lowly enough even for this—oh how will she rise up in judgment, Matt. xii, 41-42, and condemn, with utter overwhelming, you, O, sinner! upon whose every sense is pouring the knowledge of God, while your eyes read his holy word, and your ears hear a thousand times over these tidings of great joy, even a glorious gospel of a blessed God.—Dr. Hoge.