The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1844-02-22
From the Citizen Soldier.
Jesus THE DEMOCRAT.
BY GEO. LlppARp, ESQ.

The golden sunlight was streaming through the lofty
windows of the city church. where the magnificent CO.
lumns supported the galleries, where embazonings of
holy texts shone IN neters Of gold, high over the mar
BILE pulpit and g6denaltar while the faces Of the dense
multitude occupying the seats of the Church. dis
closed in the farng day-beams varied by conteEding
expressions as the eloquent words of the Preacher rung
tiro' the sacred halls. ao fa --.
The Preacher-ah me, he was iue and healthy
looking man Of God clad In the coat of shining black,
with the white cravat encrclng his neck revealing
face, full round and plumpih outline, marked by the
glare fwo eyes thatnow fired with the warmth of de-
oaalfeeling, and now gated with Just indignation
the terrors of the law were heaped upon the head of
the guilty sinner. 4a.tae
Listening to the burning words of the Preacher seat
ed in cushioned pew near the altar worthy citizen
exhibited striking and picturesque appearance With
"a FORM round and extensive in proportion clad in the
most glossy broad cloth, the worthy brother Zebulon
Branwe, presented to the full glare OF the afternoon
SUM- face robhd the full moon, red and forid as the
essence Of the best brandy might give it color while his
large eyes vacant Bank promises, rolled wearly to
and o as with his huge sensual lips dropped apart he
listened to the words Of the Priest .al
Every drank in the burning words of the Preacher
fhe faces extending all along the galleries were
all interest and attention. while the crowd seated in the
lorlly pews beneath brilliant with gay costumes and
gtering with fashionable attire seemed TO have but
one soul and that enehaned by the rapt eoquence
Of the man of God f;bg 81 rri11 tr,.y ,et
He spoke ofthe life Of Jesus He raised his hands
with an impassioned gesture and pointed to the motto
glitterng above the pulpit t, .~. eg7...
nc was man Of sorrows and acquainted with
Gs,.3 grief, -e ,y ,t-
He painted the destituton of the man of Calvary,
his proyery, his heritage ofscorn And as the Preach
gave forth the words of his enthusiasm to the air he
glanced over his rich and ordly congregation and ex
claimed with burst of feeling 3,e,grJ 4, >,.
"Who-who was the Man God Jesus, Jests7 Was
was he rich, was he proud was he mightyl no-no-
no! He dwelt not in the halls of the proud but shar7
ed the crust of bread with the poor in his hit He
was found in the dens of misery tenemets of vice. the
haBatons fcrie ever intent day and night upon the
great object of his mission never swerving from the lo
ty purposes ofs soul Pned the sick within the lone
" chamber was there Did the telon gnash his
teeth within the doomed CELL shaking his chains in inn
potent rage as he beheld the light Of his astday stream
ing, thro the grated easement Jesus was there? Me-
thinks see him, see MIN now! Yes, yes my brehern
bis unsandaled feet torn with the jagged points of the
roadside flint his dress all tattered and faded covered
with the dust of the chariots of the proud his mated
beard mingng with his waving hair his God-like face
obscured by the wrinkles Of grief and the mark of can
aeering care, see him. see Jesus speeding along the
Nhighyay of Judea traversng the sands Of the desert
passing thro' the wds of Samaria speaking comfort
to the poor, health to the SICK hope to the desolate;
tile to the dead" ' 7 H1is'fssq4 ata
A tear stood in the eye of Brother Zebulon murmur
tVN thro' the congregation. l'f eiri7aa sqo97
t@o ,ted ar7y-t ftet.3Bai 9giat raldvaH I
The dooroft the Church gate on its polished hinges
and the creakng sound ran hfo the church with asub
dued echo Every acew turned to discover the cause
Of the sound and every eye behed IA stranger walking
slowly along the richly carpetedaisle 5a5i. a6a
Tall and erect in stature, the stranger seemed bend
ng with the touch of premature age, deep wrinkles
iseamed his counenance aud his hair all tangled and
mitted fell waving to his shoulders mingng with the
burling looks Of his dark brown beard: He was cac
in coarse apparel and the dust ofthe highway when
ed the folds Of his dAgy brown cloa Coarse shoe
all worn and torn by weary traveL half defended BIZ
feet and hie extended hand soaiE sodelicate SO yo
Inan-1e in is outline grasped pike staff which guild
his toilsone steps along the aisle. h u M
Poor was the stranger toilcd BY the dust Of traye