The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1844-02-29

Ecna uVOu anu tue OucS tHUu iOVeSL d.
home shall smile on thee too. This ques.
ton Of lineage, brother, is a small matter
after al ali! never fear; I'll make ban
dage of tunic's sleeve for that broken
limb. Gently, now; little on this side.
Good Jew, thou hast children in Thy ma
tive city, hast thou not? and perhaps an
aged mother there? What woud'S thou
whisper in my ear2 Leace thee leave
thee never, never! Here let me mois-
ten these swathing bands with little
more OF this olive. Leave hee no, no
Come, | will bolster thee up against this
cedar, while make my good mule kneel
and give thee seat upon his back
Fear not can stay thee up with some
old garments in my panniers here. Now
rest thy hand steadily on my shoulde r.
Softly, good Athon-there. now. step
gently; gently, my beast. Slowly now !;
the iun is near.
81 was saying, brother, that this ques.
ton Of lineage from Judah or Joseph, is a
small mater, 10 AXE such enemies OF Us.
For surely we have one great Father in
Heaven, who has no grandchildren in his
family. Let us leave to him this ques-
tou of genca|ogy; for Abraham was his
son, and Israel, and Judah, and Joseph,
and David. And have thought that all
men, even these thick-ipped Ethio2ians
shat come this way to trade, were his
children. And thou art his son, my broth
err; and | too, pardon me, good Jew
though a Samaritan heretc-l, too, call
him Father And when do it, whether
by the roadside, or in the field, or on
Mount Gerjzim,-a gentle spirit comes
stealing inio my heart and whispers there,
What aOiH thou, my soa?' ween he
does not always live In your great Ten,
pie, or tarry day and night on your Mount
Zion. Nor do believe, as many of nv
people do, that his homo is on Mount
GeIizim; for have been on Mount EbaI,
the mount Of Cursing-when the wild
night.cIouds hung their sulIen drapery on
the jagged rocks, and the winds were
waillng in the cedar-tops, and thunders
dropped their forked javelins adown the
pendant crags; and huge shadows, crest
ed with the glistening lightning, stalked
across my path like armed giants. and
shook their long red swords at me even
then | whispered, Abba Father! and
found him as near me as on the other
mount, where our House of Prayer was
built.
"And. too, this very morning. | feign.
ed his communing spirit was lowering
around me, though five hundred furlongs
from home. | had made the topmost
height of Gibeoh, and paused to let old
Athon breathe, when strange musings
came over me. Methoueht l stood upon
one OF Gods great affairs, and the stars
that G owed in the blue heavens were
censors lit in the hands of angels, that
were burning the incense of Morning in
the conrave sea-chrystal which God had
made them 10 worship in. And while |
gazed and unused, my heart listened for
music; though much was my mind in
doubt if human ear could read the notes
that angels sing. Bat as | stood lls;en-
ing, and gazing in pensive wonder at the
long pavilion of purpIed light. expanding,
like mountain of molten sapphire, over
the whole length of Jordan, 10 the sun
arose from out that ancient river and lift
ing the veil he had put on in reverence of
he starry worshippers, he stood forth.
Natures great Minister, in the porch of
hat vast Temple. Familiar as it was,
his countenance awed me; for fancied |
was standing on holy ground. At that
moment, the mellow.throated chorster of
the morning gave out the matn tune from
a tall sycamore, and all the birds of Pal.
estne joined in the concert; and such an
anthem, trow, was never heard by man.
There were singers every where; in
every cedar's top, and bush, and brake,
and dell, birds of silver wing and plum
age of every hue, warbed out notes of
sweet accord. And methought the spark
ling torrent, that ran down the mountain
side, had music in it; and the low Of
herds that fed in Bethany, and bleatiog
flock, and every thing that had a voice,
took part in that Morning Psalm to Is
raei's God, 10 everbodvs God. Good
Jew, had thy priest permitted me to wor-
ship in the great Temple at Jerusalem,
and even offered my sacrifice with his
own hands, | question much if our Heav-
emily Father would have given me rich
er sentiment of adoption than on that
mountain. | would that thou hadst been
with me there; for, though cannot sing
one of your songs OF Zion, yet there is
one old song of joy, which all the beasts
and birds sing by role; we would have
sung that together, my brother, and help,
ed out the tune with heart-sung bass.
But here's the Inn lean steadily on my
arm, while l call the landlord Gaius
mine host ! All T.! here he comes, Good
sir, here is one of thy neighbors | found
by the way-side, half murdered by prowl-
ing bandits who left him bleeding in the
dust. The soltest bed in thy house,
ni 10 him and iE thnn h ,nt nh ,,rin1n i,