Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-12-25

ranks of the enemy, when Napoleon debouch-
ed with single division on Mount Tabor,
and turned his eye below. What scene
met his gaze. The whole plan was filled
with marching columns and charging squad
rons of wildly galloping steeds, while the
thunder of cannon and fierce rattle of mus
kerry, amid which now and then was heard
the blast of thousands Of trumpets, and strains
of martial music, filled all the air. The smoke
Of battle was rolling furiously over the husrs,
and all was confusion and chaos in his sight.
Amid the twenty-seven thousand Turks that
crowded the plain and enveloped the enemy
like cloud, and amid the incessant dis
charge Of artillery and musketry, Napoleon
could tell where his own brave troops were
struggling only by the steady simultaneous
vollies which showed where discipline was
contcnding with the wild valor of ovcr-pow-
ering numbers. The constant flashes from
behind that rampant of dead bodies were
like spots of fame on the tumultous and
chaotic field Napoleon descended from
Mount Tabor with his little band, while
single twelve FOUNDER, fred from the heights,
told the wearicd Keber that he was rushing
to the rescue Thrown into confusion, and
trampled under foot, that mighty army roll
ed turbulently back towards the Jordan,
where Murat was anxiously waiting to min
gle in the fight Dashiug with his cavalry
among the disordercd ranks, he sabred them
down without mercy and ragged like lion
amid the prey. This chivalric and roman
tic warrior declared that the reuen. 5rance
of the scenes that once transpired on Mount
Tabor, and on these thrice consecrated spots,
came to him in the hottest of the fight and
nerved him with tenfold courage.
AS the sun went down over the plains Of
Palestine, and twilight shed its dim ray
over the rent and trodden and dead-covered
field, a sulphurous cloud hung around the
summit Of Mount Tabor. The smoke of
battle had settled there where once the cloud
of glory rested, while groans and shrieks
and cries rent the air. Nazareth, Jordan
and Mount Tabor what 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 oriental land
scape is smiling in the same sun. There
is Nazareth with its busy population-the
same Nazareth from which Keber marched
his army; and there is Jordan rolling its
bright waters along same Jordan along
whose banks charged the glittering squad
rons Of Murat's cavalry; and there is Mount
Tabor,-the same on which Bonapart stood
with his cannon; and the same beautiful
plain where rolled the smoke of battle, and
struggled thirty thousand men in mortal COM
bat. But how different is the scene that is
passing there. The Son of God stands on
that height and casts his eye over the quiet
valley through which Jordan winds its silver
current. There friends are beside Him
they have walked together up the toilsome
way, and now the four stands, mere specks
on the distant summit. But the glorious
landscape at their feet is forgotten in SUBJ
liner scene that is 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 a wea-
ry league, in all the intimacy of companions
and friends, begins to change before their
eyes Over his soiled and coarse garments
is spreading strange light steadily bright
ening into intenser beauty, till that form
glows with such splendor that it seems to
wavcr to and fro and dissolve in the still
radiance. The three astonished friends gaze
on it in speechlcss admiration, then turn to
that familiar face. But 10, greater change
has passed over it. The man has put on
the God, and that sad and solemn face that
has been seen so often STOPPING over the
couch of the dying, and entering the door Of
the hut of poverty, and in the streets of
Jerusalem, and by the weary wayside-aye
bedcwed with the tears ofpity, now burns
like the sun in bis midday spendor. Meak
ness has given way to majesty-sadness to
dazzling glory-the look of pity to the gran
deur of Cod The still! radiance of heaven
sits on that serene brow, and all around that
divine form flows an atmosphere of strange
and wondrous beauty. Heaven has poured
its brightness over that consecrated spot,
and on the beams of light that glitter there,
Moses and Elias have descended, and wrap
ped in the same shining vestments stand be-
side him. Wonder follows wonder, for those
three glittcring forms are talking with each
other, aud amid the thrilling accents are
heard the words "Mount Olivet," Calvary,
the agony and the death of the crucifxion.
Peter awe.struck and overcome, feeling also
the influence of that heavenly atmosphere,
and carried away by sudden impulse, says
to Jesus, in low and tremulous accents: "It
is good to be here let us build three taber-
nacles one for thee, one for Moses, and one
for Elias" Confused by the scene and daz-
zlcd by the splendor, he was ignorant what
he was saying. He knew not the meaning
of this sudden appearance, but he knew that
heaven was near and God revealing himself,
and he felt that ome sacred ceremony would
be appropriate to the scene, and while his
bewildered gaze was fixed on the three forms
before him, his unconscious lips murmured
forth the feelings Of his heart. No wonder
sudden fear came over him that paralyzed
his tongue and crushed him to the earth,
when in the midst of his speech he saw
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