Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1857-07-25
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From HeaMy's Sacred Mountains. "
Mount Tabor.

From Hcadly's Sacred Mountains"
Mount Tabor.
hat strange contrasts this earth Of
ours presents. 1t seems to be the middle
spot between heaven and hell and to par.
take of the character of both Beings from
both are found moving over its surface, and
scenes from both constantly occur.
ring upon 1t Tho glory from one
and the midnight shades from the other
meet along its bosom, and the songs of an.
gels and the shricks of the ficnds go up from
the same spot. MONDAY and midnight are
not more opposite than the scenes that are
constantly passing before our eyes. The
temple of God stands beside brothcl, and
the place of prayer is separated only by a
single dwelling from the "hclP' of the gam
bier. Truth and falsehood walk side by
side through our streets, and vice and yir.
tue meet and pass every hour of the day.
The hut OF the starving stands in the shad-
ow of the palace of the wealthy, and the
carriage of Dives every day throws the dust
of its glittcring wheels over the tattcrcd
garments of Lazarus. Health and sick
ness lie down in the same apartment; JOY
and agony look out of The same window !;
and hope and despair dwell under the same
roof. The cry of the newborn infant and
the groan of the dying rise together from
the samc dwelling; the funeral procession
trcads close on the heels of the bridal party,
and the tones of the lutte and violin have
scarcely died away before the requiem for
the dead comes swelling after. Oh ! the
beautiful and dcformcd, the pure and cor
rupt, JOY and sorrow, ecstacies and agonics
life and death, arc strangely blcnt on this
restless planet of ours
But the past and future present as strange
contrasts as the present. What different
events have transpired on the same spot
Where the smoke of the Indians wigwam
arose, and the stealthy tread of the wolf
and panther was heard over the autumn
leaves at twilight, the population of New
York now surges along. Where once Tyre
the Queen of the sea stood, fishermen are
spreading their nets on the dcsolate rocks
and the bright waves are rolling over it's
marble columns. In the empty apartments
of Edom, the fox makes his den, and the
dust of the desert is sitting over the forsa-
ken ruins of Palmyra. The owl boots in
the ancient halls of kings, and the wind of
the summer night makes sad music through
the rents of once gorgeous palaces. The
Arab spurs his stced along the streets of
ancient Jerusalem, or scornfully stands and
curls his lip at the pilgrim pressing YEARLY
to the sepulchre of the Saviour. The Mu-
czzin's voice rings over the bones of the
prophets, and the desert wind heaps the
dust above the foundations of the seven
churches of Asia. Oh, how good and evil,
light and darkness, chase each other over
the world
Forty-seven years ago, form was seen
standing on Mount Tabor, with which the
world has since become familiar. 1t was a
bright spring morning, and as he sat on his
stced in the clear sunlight, his eyes rested
on scene in the vale below, which was
sublime and appalling enough to quicken
the pulsations of the calmcst heart. That
form was Napoleon Bonaparte, and the
scene below him the fierce and terrible
"Battle of Mount Tabor" From Naza-
reth, whore the Saviour once trod, Klebcr
marched out with three thousand French
soldiers forth into the plain, when 10, at the
foot of Mount Tabor he saw the whole Tur-
kish army, drawn up in order of battle
Fifteen thousand infantry and twelve thous-
and splendid cavalry moved down in ma.
jestic strength ON this band of three thous.
and French. Klcber had scarcely time to
throw his handful of men into squares, with
the cannon at angles, before those twelve
thousand horse, making the earth smoke
and thunder as they came, burst in a head
long gallop upon them. But round those
steady squares rolled fierce devouring fire,
emptying tho saddles of those wild horse
men with frightful rapidity, and strewing
the earth with the bodies Of riders and
steeds together. Againand again did those
splendid squadrons wheel, reform and charge
with deafening shouts while their upliftcd
and flashing scimitars cleaned like forest
of steel through the smoke of battle; but
that same wasting fire received them till
those squares seemed bound 10y a girdle of
flame, SO rapid and constant were the dis
charges. sBefore the certain and deadly
aim, as. they stood fighting for existence,
the charging sQuadrons fell SO fast that a