The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1849-06-29

the worthy brother Zebulon BronwelI
presented to the full glare OF tho after
noon sun face round as tho full moon,
red ald forid as the essence Of the best
brandy could color it, whila his large eyes,
vacant as Bank promises, rolled YEARLY
to and fro, as with his huge, sensual lips
dropped apart, he listened to the words Of
the Priest.
Every ear drank in the impassoned
words OF the Preacher; the mass of faces
extending along tha galleries were all
interest and atteulion, while the crowd,
seated in the lordly pews beneath, bril-
liant with gay costumes and glittering
with fashionable attire, seemed to have
but one soul, aud that was EXCLAIMED by
the eluquence of the man of AbDd.
He spoke OF tho life of Jesus, He raia-
ed his hands wilhan impassioued gesture,
and pointed to the motto glittering above
pulpit
''uE WAS A MAN OF SORROWS AND AcQuAlNs
TED WITH CHIEF
He painted the destitution of the man
Of Calvary, his poverty, his heritage Of
scorn. And as The Preacher poured forth
the words Of hls enthuslasm TO tho air, he
glanced over HIS rich and lordly congres
CATION, the Fashionable Church, and ex.
claimed with burst of feeling;
.Who--wAo was the Man~God, Jesus!
Was he rich, was he proud, was he migh|
.ty! No-no---po! He dwelt not in the
halls Of the proud, but shared the crust Of
bread With the poor man in his hut. lie
was found in the dens OF misery, the ten
emsnts of vice, the habiiatioDs of crime 4,
ever intent, day and night, upon the great
object of his mission, never swerving from
the puapose of his Divine Soul. Pined
the sick within the lonely chamber---Js e.
sus was there! Did the felon gnash his
teeth within the doomed cell. shaking his
chains in impotant rage as he beheld the
light Of his last day streaming through the
grated casement--J esus was there! Me-
thinks see him, see him now! Yes
yes, my brethren, his unsandalled feet,
torn by the roadside flint, his dress, all
,tattsred and faded, covered W ith tbs dust
OF rich mems chariots has matted beard
mingling with his waving hair, his God
like face wearing forever the Majesty OF
I q | h l
JESUS speeding along the highways Of
Judea, travefsing ,he sands OF the desert,
passing through the wilds Of Samaria,
speaking comfort to the poor, health to
the sick, hope to the desolate; life to the
dead
A tear stood in the eye of Brother Zes
bulon; murmur ran through the congre-
CATION.
The door of the Church turned on its
polished hinges and the sound ran through
the Church with IA subdued echo. Every
face was turned TO discover the cause of
the sound, and every eye beheld a stran-
ger walking slowly along the richly car-
peted aisle.
Tall and majestic in stature, the strars
ger seemed bending with the touch of
premature age, deep wrinkles scanned his
countenance, and his hair, all tangled
and matted, fell waving to his shoulders,
with, the curling locks of his dark
brown beard. He was clad in coarse aps
parel, and the dust of the highway white
ned the folds OF his dingy brown cloak.
Coarse shoes, all worn and torn by weary
travel, but half kefeDded his feet, and his
extended hand, SO fair, so delicate SO wo-
man. like in its outlines, gasped pike.
staff, which guided his steps along the
aisle.
Poor was the stranger, suiled by he
dust of travel clad in coarse attire, his
hair and beard all tangled and matted ,his
his face scanned by premature wrinkles,
yet there was strange expression in his
eye, and calm sublimity of resolution n
on his broad forehead.
Poor; weary, and neglected, he ap-
proached Brother Zebulun. The wells
fed and oomplsceni Christian behed the
stranger stride slowly along the aisle!
Was there pew door opened at his
C Dming! Did fair forms arise, did kind
hands woo the stranger to the cushioned
seat, did smiling faces greet him with
looks Of sympathy and compssion!
i trow not
He cast his deep unfathomsble eyes
from side TO side, he looked upon the soft
face ofyonder beauty with glance Of ST.
lent eutrsaty, but the fair one turnei
away, aud the travel worn stranger strode
steadily toward The Altar.
Slim wasted Exquisite, long faced
Bank Director. the Saint with his smiling
visage aud the Sinner with hir self-satis
fed look, all turned away, aud still the