Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1846-10-15

'nrth in tones of Undesirable m0urnfuneS'.
"Mg SOuL As breeding sOrrowtW, Cuen untO
hatt; sting hire and wntrh Nth mt" Every
prep seemed filling beside him, aud in the deep.
ming gloom and dread that surrounded him, he
reached out for sympathy and aid. Then, as if
recoecting himself and the task befure him, he
broke away even from these three remaining
friends, and they saw with Speechess grief aud
lmazcment his form disappear in the darkness.
Jerusalem is sunk in sumber aud security,
and nought but the tread of The watchmen j.
herd along the streets The disciples in the
garden Of Gethsemane are quietly sleeping be-
low, and all is still and solemn, as night ever is
are shining nown in their wonted beauty. Ked-
ron goes murmurng by as if singing in its
dreams, aud the olive trees rustic to the passing
breeze as if their lives were but half stirred from
their slumbers 1t is night most quiet night,
with all its accomplishments of beauty and OF
loneliness.
But bark from the summit of Mount Ovet.
rises low and plalntiye moan, aud there stretch
ed on the dewy grass, his face TO the earth, is
seen the dim outlines of human form, All l.
still around save that moan which rises in .
deep perpetual monotone, like the cry of help
less suffering. But listen again. aud prayer l.
ascending the heavens aud what a prayer, and
in what tones it is uttered Such accents nev.
er before rung on the ear of God or man : Fdta'
cr, If it be poSsibic, ut this cup PASS from mr..
1t is still again, and nature herself seems to GAL
for breath and 10, there arises and move'
another voice in tone of resignation sweeter thar
angels use, "Fnthcr, nat my wiH but thine b.
dOnc." Oh, what mexpressbe tenderness Il
poured IN that word "F0thcr"-the very pas
sion and soul Of love is breathed forth in it,
Weared and worn, the totterng form slowly ri
ses and moves through the gIoom towards where
tie three friends are sleepiug-going in its hu
manity after sympathy. The pressure is to'
great-the sorrow and despair too deep, and
the human heart reaches out its hands implo
rlngIy for help. What, cOuM you not watci
,cith mr. one hour :" falls on their slumberou'
ears, aud the lonely sufferer turns again to hi
solitude and his woe. Prone on the earth h
again casts himself, and the wave comes bach
with heavier and darker flow. Burstn!
signs and groaus that rend the heart again star
lie the midnight arr and adown those psi,
cheeks the blood IS trcklng, and the dew,
grass turns red as if wounded man were wei
tering there. The life stream is flowing from
the crushed heart, as it trembles and wrestIes ii
the grasp of its mighty Agony, Woe and dark
| nI 10 ind hal Il
gather in fearful companionship around tina
PROSTATE form, but still the prayer goes up, anC
still the voice of resignation hovers amid the III
multi like the breath of God over world in cha
os, ruling the wild scene.
f Oh, is this the form that few days ago stoo
on this same height aud looked off on Jerusalem
sleeping below, while the sunlight around an,
the fragrant brcezes loaded with the scent Of TN
pomegranate and vine, visited in kindness hi
brow, and the garden smiled up in his face from
beneath, and garments were strewed before him
aud branches Of palm waved around him, AM
"HosANNAn TO THE HtGnCsrW shook the hill
Alas, what change has passed over him. NJ
hosannas greet his ear, but deep within his sou
are voices of terror and dSmay, striving, but ii
vain, to shake his consistency or darken his iuth
At length the sacrifice was paid, the fearful
baptism endured, and the brow prep lred for III
chaplet of thors. The agony was over, bu
the Son of God, welk and exhausted lay help
less on the eNrh, when lr, bright wing flashed
through the gloom, and can angel appeared
strengthening him." Oh, no wings ever before
pissed the portals of heaven with such lightning
like rrpidlv not even when the brth-song aros'
from the munger OF Bethlehem, as those which
ped away ir the Mou~t Of Olives, aud neve
oer.re did they SO joyously enclose with lheI
night inldinIs humIn or divine form, as wheI
,hey wrapped the bloody, exhausted body Of thu
Son of cd.
The first act in the fearful tragedy had now
passed, and the second vas soon to commence
There was, however, to be an interval Of insults
+ scorn and mockery.
Christ arose from the earth he had noistenet
with his Ll0od, and stood beneath the stars, tina
still shone on as TRANQUILITY as ifail unconscious
e the scene that had tranSpiIed in their light
Kedron still murmured by, and the night all
stirred the leaves as gently as ever. All was
4 sweet and tranquil, when torches were seer
dlncihg TO and fro along the slopes Of the hull
and the heavy tread of approaching feet was
hemd, and rough voices broke the holy quiet o
nature and soon Roman helmets flashed through
the gloom, and swords glileIed in the torch
light, and band of soldiers drew up before "tht
man of sorrows" Whom seek ye" Tell II
,ngud and quiet accents on their ears "Je
sus of Nazareth" was the short and stem reply
IT am he" answered them, but in tones tina
had more food than man in them, for swords ant
torches sunk to the earth at their uterance, ant
those moiled warriors staggered back and tel
like dead men. 1t was moi the higgard ant
bood-sireaked face over which the torches shet
their sudden glare, that unnerved them so, io
they were used to scenes of violence and OF nut
. der-t was the God speaking from the man.
/" But so 1t must be, that the Scriptures ma
, be fulfilled" and The betrayer and his accom-
pIices take up their fallen weapons, and ,ree'
from the Sudden ave that overwhelmed tneHi