Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-05-26

wild scorn flushing over his strongly marked
forehead.
Zebulon gazed sidelong he dared not face
the eye of that finished man of the world for
a pale, blush light-could it have been the
reflection of the stained window l-began 10
play around his forehead, and e%ncircle his
dark hair, as with the fangs of fiery snakes.
Zebulon felt his corpulent form grow icy.
Look! The strangers eye is fixed upon the
Preacher; it seems to emit livid jets Of UNI
earthly flame; his lip writhes with an infer
nal scorn. Slowly, like "A mist, his gay APP
parel melts away the transparent flame
whirls round and e~ncircles him-Zebulon
started to his feet.
'SATAN;'
How the flaming eyes glared into his face!
Zebulon rose, shrieked TO the congregation,
but they heard him not, and still the horrible
presence was therein his cushioned pew
enveloped in that misty fame-his eye CEN
tired upon the pulpit. Zebulon felt his red
visage grow pale.
Such being the view of his blessed mis-
sion on earth rung out the loud voice Of
the Preacher who is there in all this crow
ded, this Christian Church, that would fail 10
greet the blessed one with praises and hosan-
mas, should he appear on earth may, is there
ono in all this throng, that would fail to well
come the Savior should he appear walking
along yonder aisle, poor, weary and forsaken,
dust on his brow, is there one but would fall
PROSTATE before him, kissing his, and bathing
his pathway with tears =
A hushed murmur ran through the church,
and every heart was impressed with the words
of the Preacher.
The poor wayfarer, thrown PROSTATE along
the steps of the lordly pulpit, seemed to share
in the general impulse of feeling, for his head
dropped low, and he yelled his face in his
hands.
In an instant brother Zebulon beheld the
stranger rise, he beheld him gliding up the
pulpit steps, he saw him confronting the sleek
Preacher, whose oily face turned pale with
sudden fear, he beheld him take the Bible
from his grasp, and then a wild murmur
spread like lightning through the Church.
The face of the stranger was changing to a
face of beaming light, a calm smile stole over
his lip, the wrinkles vanished from his cheek
and brow, and the might of God-head looked
forth from the desecrated pulpit. Down fell
the tattered robe, down fell the torn apparel !
The stranger was clad in garments of light!
How that immense congregation rocked to
and fro, while the murmur deepened, and
eyes dilating with fear were turned toward
the pulpit! A Panic, such as Smote the ten
thousand faces of old Sodom on its Last Day
throbbed like a pulse of Death in every
heart.
Still the Stranger, yelled in garments of
transparent light, stood there-so ineffably
calm and beautiful Glory playing about
his forehead, a God-like Love Lighting up his
large full eyes!
'COMEn He said in a whisper, and yet
it reached every heart as he waved his hands
in blessings over their heads. 'CoMEn
But they came not, these silken People of
the Band and Counter, these d~arlings Of Ar
istocratic wealth, these images of God so
shamefully hidden away in fine apparel,
drowned in broad cloth, satlns, and gold =
That Divine FACE smote their hearts with
fear. A cry of horror, one tremulous yell OF
anguish, rose to the ceiling.
And all the while, in the center OF the
church, even in Brother Zebulon's pew, stood
the Man of the World, that pale blush lighI
playing about his forehead, upon whose broad
face the veins now like blackened cords
while a lurid fire shot an Internal magnetism
from his eyes! He lowered aloft, erect-al
most sublimein his scorn-surveyed the face:
of the Fashionable Church, now filled witt
fear, and a voice came from his lips:
"A cheerful good day to we, my friends
my Christian Friends! | have come from
Rome-from Rome--from Westminster--fron
Geneva! Believe me-by the Gibbet which
so many of our Reverend friends have takeI
for their Gospel never found myself 81
much at home in my life as herei Welcome
good Christian People, followers as we ar
of Jesus; faithful Nazarenes of the Nine
teenth Century Your LORD, whom We pro
| TESS to love, whom We do love so well, cam
I faint and travel worn along yonder ailse.-
' You knew him not. There was no Pew 70
him, not even a seat, in all this elegant church
l came you kneaU me-ha, ha!
. He lowered aloft, this Fallen Angel, look
!, ing like the Embodied Shape OF the Geneva
Greed, and-they saw it with a shudder-
h right above them, like a horrible mockery G
some nightmare dream, a Phantom Gallow
began to blacken into shape.
Still serene above the Pulpit, stood tha
TRANSPORTED Form-the Face shrined in
halo of light-a Love fathomless as Eternit
wreathing its lips and shining from its eye,
D, COME = said the voice, reckoning like
Father 10 his hayward children, or like
Brother to his brethren and sisters, who's
- ooulS WSlO SlOuuCu III tHC iuloho Vi uleICllGs
b! Wealth.
'CoMEn
Not footstep stirred; not form advan,
ed Nay, the Preacher, with the white cri
?, vat and round unctuous face, was seen II
"a treating down the pulpit steps, his appalle
eyes centered in that Face which he had n
recognized when it cain companioned by
ar dusty and poverty stricken form, which no
ID he knew, but knew in trembling fear!
er 'CoME!'
IT. They came-yes, gliding up the aisle an
&c up the pulpit steps; yes, the ragged and hui
cry Poor, who had been hidden away in Il
ISL dark corners, or left neglected without II
IS door. They came, here a Widow with wa
ne features and faded apparel; there an Orpha
pc imbruted by neglect into a hideous image
lai precocious crime; and treading at the 0
all phan's heels, a half naked Leper, whose flu
OF tering rags could not hide the miserable for