Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1848-04-11
Mount Tabor.
BY I. +. HEAnLY.

i
ne design Of our author has been to
render more life like and familiar some of
.ne scenes of the Bible. He sees no suf.
hc'ent reason to doubt that Mount Tabor
's the Mount of TRANSPORTATION. Re.
making how good and evil. liubt and
darkness. chase each other over the world
he says: =, '"o "o'iu'
Forty seven years ago, a form was s..n
standing on Mount Tabor with which ibe
world has since became familiar. 1t was
bright spring morning. and as he sat
on his steed in the clear sunlight, his eyes
rested on a scene in the vale below,
which vas sublime and appalling enough
to quicken the pulsations of the Gaines
heart, That form was Napoleon Bona
parte, and the, scene before rim the fierce
and terrible BATTLE ofMount Tabor" i
From Nazareth where the Saviour
once trod, Kieber with 5000 French
troops, took the field against Turkish
force oils, 1000 infantry andl2 OO0splend.
IG cavalry. Again and again did those
splendid squadrons wheel, re form and
charge with deafening shouts, while their
uplitted and flashing scimirars CLEANED
like forest of steel through the smoke
OF battle, but that same wasting FIRE re.
celved them; till those squares seemed
| boind bya girdle of flame, SO rapid
and constant were the discharges. Be
fore their certain and deadly aim, as they
stood lighting for existence, the charging
squadrons fell so fast that rampant of
dead bodies was soon formed around
them. Behind this emhankment OF dead
men and horses this band Of warriors
stood and fought for siA dreadful hours.
and was still steadily thinning the ranks
of the enemy, when Napoleon dehouched
with single division ON Mount Tabor.
and turned his eyes below. He could-tell
where his o~ne brave troops were strug
Cling. only by the steady simultaneous
volleys which showed how discipline was
contendirg with the wild valor ofover.
powering numbers.
AS the sun went down over the plains
of Palestine, and twilight shed its dim ray
over the rent and trodden and deadcovered
fields, suphurous cloud hung around the
summit of Mount Tabor. The smoke of
battle bad settled there where once the
cloud of glory rested. while groans and
shrleks and cries rent the air. Nazareth,
Jordon and Mount Tabor! VIA, spots for
| battle fields!
| Roll back twenty centuries and again
view that hill. The day is bright and
beautiful as then. and the same rich or
iental landscape is smiling in the same
sun. There is Nazareth with its busy
Popn'ation-the same Nazareth from
which kIeber marched his army; and
there is Jordan rolling its bright waters
along-the same Jordan along whose
banks charged the gitterng squadrons of
hurat's cavalry: and there is Mount
iabor--the same oil which Bonaparte
stood with his caution; and the same
beautiful plain where rolled the smoke of
battle, and struggled thirty thousand men
IN mortal combat. Bur how different is
The scene that is pas sing there The Son
OF Gnd stands on that height and casts his
eyes over the quiet valley through which
Jordan winds its silver current. Three
friends are besides him: they have walk
ed together up the toilsorhe way,and now
the four lands, mere specks on the distant
summit. Far away to the north west
shines the blue Mediterranean-aIla
round is the great plain of Esdralon and
Galilee-eastward, the lake liberals dots
the landscape, 'hle Mount Darmel. lifts
Its naked summit in the distance. But
|
the glorious landscape at their feet is for.
cotton in a sublime scene that il passing
before them. The son of Mary-the
carpenter of Nazareth the wanderer
with whom they have ate and drank and
travelled on foot many weary league,
IN all the intimacy of companions and
triends,begihs to change before their eyes.
Over his soiled and coarse garments is
spreading strange light. steadily bright.
ening into intenser beatty, till that form
giows with such splehdor that it seems to
waver to and fro and dissolve in the still
radiance.
The three astonished friends Eazed on
it in speeches. admiration, then turn 10
shat familiar face. But 10, a greater
cbdnge has PASSED over it. The man has
put on the God, and that sad and solemn
countenance which has been so often
seen STOPPING over the codch of,he dying,
and entering the doors of the hut of pov.
erty, and passing through the streets of
Jerusalem, and pausing by the weary
wayside--aye. believed with The tears OF
pity-nuw burns like the sun in his mid.
day sPlendor. Weakness has given way
to majesty sadness to dazzling glory
the look of pity to the grandeur of
God. The still radiance Of heaven sits
on that serene brow. and all around that
diyinn form flows an atmosphere OF
strange and wondrous beauty. Heaven
has ilnilred its brightness over that con