The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1849-06-15

let me forbid the banns Of this unholy
marriage which you have proclaimed;
this marriage Of God Almighty's Gospel
with the Devils Gibbet!
Sometimes this Face glides into those
gorgeous churcbas which start up at every
corner in the Great City, mockiDg the
day light with their proud columns, their
cold marx BILE faces, VI hiIe sidesby side, with
them, looms the black Jail aad grins the
LePers Almshouse.
/ dare not follow that Face when II
glides into the Fashionable. Church.
have not the courage. The Fashionatfe
Church, whore pews are bought and sold,
like dry-goods aud copper stock, wherh
the gold Communion Cup seems filled to
the brim with the tears Of the wretches
whose chilled lips it can never touch;
where the white marble altar for the rich
man only brings to mind the Black Glib
bet erect in yonder jaii.yard for bis
starved victim; where the silks and satins,
velsets cushions. gold.clasp Bibles, and
Pr eacher dressed in soft apparel only
force before my eyes those ten thousand
Heatheus of Large City, who have no
Preacher, ~ Church, no Bitle, no Bread
no God! Nothing but rags and misery,
the jail and the gibbe here; and nothing
here after but the flames Of a dsveredy lug
He'll.
No--no--I have not courage to follow
tho Face ,Dto Fashionable Church, aud
see ths scorn which would be fuug into
its divine eyes, we're the lips to murmur--
only once--' j Esus AND THE Po1RI'
Is theie ne music in that phrasee
, Can it be that there 10 IN this Large
rotten with the eanker OF the PharIsee,
as not TO throO aud swell al the deep n.u-
sic of those wordsa Then why these
splendid churches and dismal jais, these
mart bIe altars aud lepers kennels, crowds
ed together in one inlernal contras9
What soul 80 base as to seperate these
words, Joined together by Almighty God!
Why need speak TO you from the si-
lence of my room!--l that am no Preachs
er, and have my forehead free from anon.
ting oil and apostolic hands--w.en thss Q
four words are in themselves Poem, a
Sermon, Prayer, Revelation shlnlng
down from God Into The Soul!
JESUS AND TIE PooR!
let Us 60 through the Large City, and
behold those scenes " hich would meet the
eye of the Lord Jesus were he to- come
backto earth again in bodily form, aud
walk OUT streets as once he walked ipe
dusty roads Of Palestine.
Come with me--from your comfortable
chamber, where the smile OF Home glow S
in YOUR face; come, rich ntap, trom your
bed of down for have scenes to show you
that may wake your heart 20 thought, -
Come, my good friend, The Preacher; let
me lead you from your study, where you
sit eushrined among Dead Creeds, yonr.
self bot an embodled creed, chOked up
among retten Sophistries and Iheoiogies
that are only venerable because their hide
eous mummy features are covered with
the dust of a thousand years.
! Come!
Come; leave of quarraling for little
while about the shapes Of gowns and the
fashions of al ars, and GO out with me in
to that dark world which lies writhing in
wickedness aud wrong, among hose mills
| ions who go down 10 death while you
sit iu your chair, calmly splitting Theo-
| logical hairs into nine parts, nine tmes
old.
Come: have scenes to show YOU and
dreams to dream with you, that may bring
home To yopr soul that atil small voice,
which saith--Jesas and The poor!
Now. my friend, let me ask You to go
with me-, N short and solemn journey.
Come with me out yonder,to the north-
west.
Lo! 4 magnificent temrls-a noun
tain of carved and piilared snow--toweFs
up into the sky.
1t is beautiful this immense Form of
Marble, and the serene air OF ancient
Greece invests its white pillars, ,and fresh
ens in every sepulchred capital.
We enter that temple: ah! how dark,
how cold, how gloomy, these arehing
chambers! No, they are vaults, grave
vaults; aud this is a Tomb, a msguth-
cent place of cofins and skulls. The
Mausolem of some dead warrior, mar
bic shrine for some poor Mummy of Clio.
ry.
We roam thruugh these dark vaults, we
ascend the stairs Of this Mammoth Sepul
ehre, we 60 softly along these dark rooms
bark! our footsteps echo like thunder
ciaps around us! Through The rough
boards, nailed along yonder window, faint
glimpses of moonlight break Into the
thick darkness of this vault.