Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1861-01-03

iuoas w seusorlutn OF WonueTIul capacity
in order that might have glimpse of III
glory and magnifcence of the Divinity, for
description of which earth has no language
nor is there anything in the wide world
garniture by which to compare or illustrat
it; neither is there capacity in Mortal man
if adequate ideas were presented of ueav
ems manifested glory and majesty Of the God
head to concur or appreciate it. There wa
his son, the Prince of peace, the Col incar
nate, into whose hands, for considerations o
infinite worth, the father had given the who'll
government of the moral AMI natural world
And oh what princely person, his benev
olent countenance partook of earth, and hi
soul beamed with Heavens glorious majesty
Had you collected all the mental powers, and
all the moral virtues Of all the sons AMI
daughters of Adam, and concentrated them
in one person. that person would have ap,
peared mean in comparison with Emanuel
And it would be vain, utterly vain, to ex-
haust all oriental energy, and all the rheto-
ric of the schools, in efforts to describe the
person and character of the King of Glory at
a glance of whose presence, hell, and death,
and sorrow, and solitude, forever fed away.
And as the millions of his poor pilgrim child
rem arrived from Earth, wearied with sin
and sorrow, He was constantly employed in
wiping away their tears, removing the last
vistage of corruption, taking away their filthy
garments, clothing them in imaculate robes
of infinite grandeur, and in putting into each
of their hands title deed, sealed vita his
own blood, to an eternal inheritance, "whe:e
sorrowing and signing is done away, where
the wicked cease from troubling and the
weary are at rest"
And whilst listening in ecstacy t6 the ho-
sannas, anthems, and songs of everlasting
gladness, which pervaded the very amos
phere, l awoke, and on raising my head from
the book upon which it had fallen, found it
saturated with tears, and great drops of per-
spiration rolling from every pore of my
frame. My lamp was still Pickering. BIT
with what JOY hailed its dim light, though
a striking emblem of tie evening of life, and
the end of our pilgrimage. Which, though
solemn, and often sorrowful, is constantly
surrounded with all the appliances necessa-
ry to render it tolerable, and to prepare us
for much higher and happier state of exis-
tence
The joy Of the Eastern Monarch. when
permitted to return to his gorgeous palace,
and the society of men, after long compan-
iOnship with the unsocial oxen of the field,
was tame, when compared with mine, upon
finding that l was still surrounded with SO
much that was calculated to call forth the
most profound gratitude.
had learned better how to appreciate,
AMI how to answer the question, "Why
should living man complain ?" l had felt
too intensely the effects of morbid sensibil-
ity. had learned something regarding the
sophistry and insidiousness of skepticism. :
And had learned that was still surroun-
ded with society, to whom was responsible,
and to whom l was deeply, and still becom-
ing more deeply indebted And above all, l
had learned more of my infinite indebtedness
to my God, ny Creator and Redeemer.
HOPE.