The Columbian fountain., 1845-11-04
Even the ghostly counssllors Of HsatAsnisa

have heard the noise nom afar. The super~
stitions and idolatries overlooked by the
Moon-mountanS of Africa and the Himalayas
of Asia, tremble at the sound. The priests
of the farthest islands catch its echoes as
they float in upon the evening sea-breezc---
and feel that their hour has come Not
fiend from perdition fingers among the
shrines Of pollution and blood, but knows
that his time is short.
Meanwhile the People are waking. The
long night having at last worn away; the red
dawn glowing with the scintillant promises
ofcoming glory; they have been startled and
reused by the reveille-The morning beat
of the true
''Thunder-Drum of heaven
rafting out and rolling off the glad intclli-
gence that the hour has come for the army
to arise and the g sentinels to forbear challen-
glng." We might be more happy to sec them
rise IN greater numbers, and with more elas-
tic spring; but we rejoice that they arc
rising at all, and that already they may be
counted by myriads on myriads, and millions
on millions.
God has concentrated in the Bible, the
harmony Of the four winds; and now that
it utters its voice freely, it resembles the out
going of the winds-ever turning to the east,
and to the west, and to the north, and to the
south, breathing like the breeze, singing
like the gale, shouting like the storm, and
diffusing its living and quickening music
from cline to cline, and from pole to pole.
God has concentrated in the Bible the
light of the world and now that it shines
freely, it illumines the world! Behold!
not the red dawn; not the fading day-star;
not merely the pale and lingering moon but
the bright segment-th burning semi-cir-
cle-the dazzling glory of the separate and
full-orbed sun--throwing its rays from noun
tain to mountain, from plain to plain, across
the green and dewy earth, even to the wes-
tern horizon-shooting them up to the
azure magnifcence of its meridian throne
and, from every sea and shore that shall
ever wave or bloom beneath it, challenging
already its clouds for tribute, and its fra
GRANGE for incense.
Sons Of Temperance ye are of the peo-
pie. Then listen to the story of the peoples
relief. Long had the masses thirsted in the
desert. The rock of mind stood barren in
their midst 1t cast shadow; but Welded
no water. God pitied them, and sent the
Angel of Revelation to their help Nearly
three thousand five hundred years ago, that
angel first struck the rock with her rod
and the five fountains of Moses poured forth
their living waters. Other centuries passed
by, and fountain after fountain was opened.
Eighteen centuries passed by, and the foun-
talns of the Psalmists, and Prophets, and
Evangelists, and Apostles were all opened.
Eighteen centuries more have passed by.
During part Of this time, the fountains SEEM
ed to beexhausted. But they were not; and
could not be. They were only sealed; but
all sealed-and fast sealed. Scarcely drop
oozed out from any crevice. Man had seal
ed them; and man, therefore, might unseal
them. God called Luther. The purple au-
thorltes that had sealed them, gathered
frowning around him. He seized the rod.
They forbade hira to use it. They threat
ened him with death, if he dared to use it.
He looked up,-and saw the pavilion of
God on the top of the rock He looked "a
around, and saw the people ready to perish.
! stand here for this purpose-said he-God
help me and smote the rock. The sixty
six fountains all opened at the touch. The
living waters leaped into the sunshine. The
streams, the torrents, gushed from its very
heart, fell in floods upon its base--threw up
their thousand vapors all kmdling with in
slant rain-bows in gratitude to Him who sat
in the pavilion above; and then surged "a
way through the camp of the Lord, saving
life by every ripple, and waking the voices
of the singers, the harps Of the harpers, and