The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1842-01-12

God rests; they show that His government is not
in the hands offolly; that Us complicated and won
detful machinery is not left to mere chance. The
| judgments of the Lord are wonderful. They are
the fiery preachers called up from the Vastly deep
or from the lofty dome Of the ilimitabe sky
they WELD the two edged sword OF Divine
wrath, that sweeps like comet over ths round
earth. How fearful How unsearchabls The
earth has snned. The voice Of blood is in the
| Of Heaven-its pleadings are before the throne -
rhe time has arrived when the patience Of Jeho-
Yah is worn out, and 10 the bosom of destruction
the lars of the beasts ofthe Forest and nvades the
eyries of the winged inhabitants Of the air. Once
| has the deep been the instrument Of Almighty
anger Its surges trod upon the Alpine rocks and
rose higher still until the refluent waves rolled
over the earths conveXity without ripple and
the orb swung on its pendulum through Heaven for
many day and night, startling the inhabitant:
Ct other worlds with the strange and fearful
reflection from its rounded CLASSY surface Since
that fearful era the five cities Of the plain were
consumed by the avenging element Of fire, and the
waves OF the dead sea dubbed up amid the buzSing
embers OF ruined wealth and pompt, to hide for
ever from msrtal eye the remains of idolatrous
splendor beneath its bitter waters. And yet again,
city after city upon the map OF earths doings
and ruled through its day OF glory, until wealth
and pride had increased to such an enormous bulk
that the pure heavens cosld longer tolerate the
moral nuisance.
See the clouds suddenly gather frown, as if the
perseverance,
the course Of things running to riot-human wis.
dom faine-human power becoming impotent
See the adjacent hills cleaning with foreign stand
ards-and hear the agonized cry Of millions within
the walls, whom hanger, thirst dscord and fearful
pestilence, we're fastening their deadly terrors.-
The force of man when arrayed on the side Of judg
ment becomes almost omniPotent. Those Heaven
dcfying walls are RACED, and the slimy, sluggish
waters Of the bitumous plain creep over the site of
buried grandeur until the grave antiquarian
wastes a life in research for the spot where the
millions, and the kings, and the warriors Of elden
time thundsred in their greatness and power
Such were Babylon and Ninevah; such were Tyre
aud SIdon Such were hundred gated Shebes, and
the wild Persepolis of the desert. Modern Rome
stands upon the tsmb Of Rome that was. And
Athens, the severe Grecian copy by which an
dying symmetry, is but q mountain preciPice OF
rocks strangely mingled with the ehiselled fras
ments Of demes that Give forever in history
Wherever we ook-if TO the lovely, queenly
Jerusalem, or to the nameless ruins Of cities
in South America if to the ruins in Central
Africa, or the rubbish that disclosed where Car.
thage was if to the ruined Egypt, or the relics of
Asia, as she once was the mistress of the world,
and spread her magnificent cities on thousand
plains-we shall see that heavy curse reposes
upon all the graves of Empires. The world We
tread upon is wide grave. Every rod Of its
deep sea is building coral monuments to the dead,
which sleep soundly beneath the dim of her ever
dashing waters. Has there been no curse! No
judgment! speak tue graves OF RllllOns! natte
ye bones of mighty armies, over whose dust the
chariot Of thousand years hath rolled Testify We
moss grown relies of other ages, that gradually
mix with the soil Of Europe. Ye will all point to
again, and still again. spoken awfully destruction to
the sons Of pride-whose eyes glazed, limb stffen-
ed, and breath departed under its sepulchral warn
ings. Shall we enquire into the manner in which
these multiplied and horrible judgments have been
brought upon mankind in every age Of the world
We can give no answer. God wall not be account
able to men, but worketh all things according to
tee council of his own will If we ask for the time
when the bolt of the judgment shall fall-the times
and the seasons belong to him The Holy One Of
Israel may not be limited. His work goes on even
when we think it stands still, and advances when
to eur senses it seems to retrogade. Though
it tarry, it will surely come. God will sus-
tain his government, and though, for purPo-
ses unknown to us, he may SEEM to stay his
hand, and he regardless Of the dongs Of earth for
season, he will most assurediy assert his rights,
when, how, and where seemeth unto him best. His
judgments are ever abroad on the earth, working
the will of heaven upon man and doing the AL
mghty's bidding in ways as countless as the notes
that swim in the golden sunbeams.
The adaptation of the judgments of God are TO
every son and daughter Of our upon whom
rests the pressure of accountability. If upon
his treasure houses overflow with golden album
dance, it is not certain that every wind OF hea-
ven which watts him wealth from theI differ
ent cimes.of earth, may not be blast of winged
ing his SOUL and after few feetng days the beggar
of eternity will look back upon the moments of his
earthly prosperity, as the most dreadful era of his
judgment blighted ife Riches and honors, no
doubt come oftener the retributive awards of
long-slighted means and days OF grace than as the
seals Of heavenly appreciation. Oh! shocking fate.
TO have death end the fortune of this world, and
that which is to come! One blow wrecks the pam
p red mariner, whose ship well stored with earthly
good, carries gospel ballast to steady the frail
bark over the seas, which heave and roar betwe en-
this and the better land
God will use what Instruments he pleases to effect
the purposes of judgment The death of a friend
is the judgment which wrecks one forever for
two worlds; the birth of infant seals ano-
Their sinner over 10 the world Of Love
takes possession of one, AID drives him into
fills another mind with deadly poison, that, like
molten lead, snaws its way into the quick of the
souls terror, and fear, and doubt, drive another to
desperation, and he leaps startled, frighted ma
MAC, into the realms where hope never comes
pleas ure and noisy mrth the tremendous judg.
ments that roll in cracking emptiness over others
they laugh and laugh-but oh! there is awful
sound that mingles with the shout, more sorrowful
than the groan Of him who mourns the loss of a
bosom companion. The laughter of fools is but the
cracking Of the thorns in the fires of Judgment.
But oh! what strange being is that see stagger-
ing under a tenfold weight OF jndgmentl What
has he done that he rolls under such an ayonizing
load, that the very beasts groan out as he
passes-and the good angels who patrol the earth,
hide their faces from him under their wings!
What has he done, hat every silver star, looking
sweetly and kindly from the blue depths Of ether
reproach him!-that the beauteous flowers OF spring
contradict him! land the voice of every bird Of
spring tells d fferent story from this! Is he not
one whom the great and wild sea wars against the
mailman of the universe! What has he done !
What is his name! He has long resisted every
gracious o'ion Of the blessed spirit within him.
which gently whispered him TO come to Jesus he
has added insult to insult to the Divinity above,
and given the reins to the appettes Of his nature,
until the heaviest judgments are ready TO break
upon his soul-they follow him like shadow. His
name is Infidel | see him the establishment and
wonder of every intelligence that has power to lock
upon the heart Of man. He is so infatuated that
and witherino sirrocco Of that shirt which
riots in his bosom, he fondy dreams that he
is free that he has broken away from the slavish
letters Of education, and dashed from him the BIZ
gotry of olden times. Poor solitary being The