Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-08-25

] >. lDAL THIS kluEAOlu II JcfItsI1Lhi hLlA
has territory, king, subjects, eonsti-
| tuition, laws, and an executive admins
tration.
| : 9. That this kingdom is Davidis king
ldom-at present nonresident, butsoon to
/ be restored. ..r-r-. i
! 10. That the territory Of this kingdom
| Is the 100000 square miles OF country
promised to Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and
/ their seed or descendant, the Messiah
| that these all are to possess it eoetsneo0sly
/ aud forever; that none of them either
did or expected to possess it in his cor
/ ruptible lifetime, and therefore that in
the covenant Of territory there is yeiied
promise of resurrection to eternal life,
and Of the coming of AbTaham's seed 10
take possession Of it as the inheritance,
wiIIed and confirmed to Him by His
| Father in heaven.
Ii. That God promised that David's
| throne and kingdom should endure
throughout all generations; that ne
should never want man to sit upon his
/ throne, and that David should witness
I the fulfilment Of these things.
TRY BEAUTY HAS MADE ME GLAD.
BY MARIANNE FARNIsGHAd.
Burst, meadow flowers, in your fragrance and
Sing. merry birds. over woodland and lea;
Throw OF the mantle Of darkness asd sadness
Rise, waking earth, from thy sleep and De
fTeei .. ..
Fair little children. old man and yOung g maiden,
Cast OF your care and be happy to-day;
Earth with the Fathers rich mercy is laden;
Pass, hsppy feet, on your love-hghted way.
stay! Let the strong esrthward cords ali be
Lifting your thankful gaze up to the skies;
send ali your sweetest songs thither to heaven,
Loving and blessing the Maker, arise
Fills He the world. that with winter wss broken
Full OF joy that no words can express
Gives 10 His jubilant children the token
Of love that awakens to heal and to bless;
Scatters His Iargess where men, in their sightDg,
Turn to His hand as to hand OF a riend;
Listens wherever His children are crying,
TendLfly caIes for them cen TO the end.
cast to the winds and the waves sI your sad !
Sing, happy hearts, in melodious strain;
Is He not filling your hearts with gladnessT
Clothes He not earth in young beauty again :
Praises to God be the happy song swelling,
For our valleys and mountains elate
Then in your gladness be heartily telling,
Blessed be God, for his goodness is great.
CHURCH OPERA
BY DIR. I. z. NAGLE.
A few days ago l visited fashionable /
church in the great metropolis, and had /
my hearing tickled with some church |
opera. The audience was exceedingly !
select. The sexton was an intellectual |
looking old gentleman, who ignored the |
presence Of every person except his |
aeuuaintances. Happy obliviousness ! !
Hence it occurred that | was obliged to |
find my way, as best / could, to the gall |
lery. The sacred precincts and closed |
pew doors down stairs forbade occupa- |
ion by strangers. Snugly enseonced on |
the top steps of passage way TO sec |
ton Of seats in the gallery-which |
noticed Was also private property cast |
about for items. The jiugiing chimes, !
that had been barbarously managing and |
torturing music ~ out OF the bells away |
up in the steeple, ceased their thrilling |
clangor.
All became quiet and spiritually soft |
within the consscrsted walls. The misty |
perfumed light stole through the gor- |
geOusly painted windows, and WaverlDg |
shadows fell wierd and beautiful on the
rich folds of silk and satin, that rustled
like a soft autumn breeze stirring the
leaves in Indian summer time. Mellow,
dreamycolorings fiosted with mysticbesu-
ty through the grand old Gothic church.
All there was ss sanity and glorious as
poets fancy could conceive, 80 dreamy,
so beautiful, so luxurious, so soothing,
that 1 bowed my head in silence, and
nv soul in dreams. Behold when 1
awoke, discovered that sleep had been
softly embracing me. l swOke, to hear
The deep-toned organ call
To the chapel bells sweet chimes,
And softest music M the royal place.
The spirit Of some great old master was
pervading the church. The mysterious
soul of music seemed to be sOtbing and
pulsing on the floating, notified beams
Of light, that fitted like ghOstly shad-
Ows beneath that sacred dome.
Now, the deep bass tones of
the organs thunder notes pesled and
shook the house; anon the softest wall
Of a dying music zephyr family muir
INJURED away its last sigh, snd calmly
died on the twilight's bosom, away off,
80 far as but to seem,
The faint, exquisite music OF dream -
the moaning tones Of the surging music
escaped and few far away over the house,
tops, and were taken up by long,
golden arms to that crimson clond that
was wantonly flashing and blushing
in the embrace of the fiery setting
suu. Then, soft and gently, there
came DER the senses stealing, the intOn-
ing of voice that pervsded, with It's
exquisite melody, every nook of the great
church. 1t rose, as the tourist often
hears the whisper that preeedes storm
i'm the Alps. Louder and louder it sung
and echoed in cadence with the deli
ratelv blended tones Of the organ. An
other voice caught up the strain, and
deeper swelled the organs answering
notes. And yet another belElike note
fell on the ear, and the deep-toned bass
profoundly growled answer in sypathy
with the startling thunder OF the swell |
ing storm. The chant sung aud sighed
along. The anthem rolled its music
incense to the grand eternal church in
the skies, ana was caught up by the
laughing angels aud echoed there, per-
chance forever.
The music ceased. A rustling as Of re- |
lief from the rest into which our bodies
had been soothed as by spell Of some
master nagieian's wand-startled US
from the quiet that almost oppressed US.
The spell was broken, and the silvery
voice of the minister recalled nom
heaven to earth the ecstatic flock before
him. The sweet tones died away,
and be meekly bowed bis head
and rested its Rapbael-like mould
and marble brow on the crimson
velvet cushions with golden tassels hang
ing from the corners. His folds OF lovely
auburn hair flashed and sparkled in the
scribabIy soft was the ethereal hght that
flowed from out his large and spiritually
lustrOus almond shaped eyes. He grace
fully disposed himself to listen TO the
purmuring and sighing music, that
began its sweet echoes and egtrancing
whispers that gently stole like sBeet
memories over the heart. u II
And now the choir began the hymn. /
A grand old piece, the dream and glo-
rious conception of one OF the great
high priests of religion, gsnins OF
music. But how strangely that
Messed old gem was Ornamented-
nav, mutilated. The Organist seemed to
be racing his left hand against his right,
now On the lower, now on the middle,
nov oa the upper bank OF keya. The
n sdals beat and ratified like sticks fUFi
ou,lly pounded on 3 brass drum. The
enVif1eer at the bellows frantically
puiuped away, and did not find oRper-
tuuity to clear his perspiring bn0w. How
dreadfulIy they labored. Their excite
ment was intense. The very organ
seemed 10 be bursting With music.
In new in front of the organ four per-
sons were singing (?l. How frightfully
that first lady opened her mouth, She
ran a compromise between few notes
of Old Hundred aud stave Of Yankee
Doodle. Another hn4e woman seconoeo
/ her effort, with a halt suppressed strain
| froua Hail Colum bia, and during the
small, almost iBdefinabie Intervals Lhe
organist was slurring ''See at tny ieey,
/ a suppliaDt bow" with his right hand
| with his left played the fdli band parts Of
! 81 Captain Sheppand's Quickstep." At
] laast these were IAy auspicions. Now
/ the deep, profound bass was turned
| loose then the tenor raised his mellow
Toned. silvery, trUmpet-like voice.
An the artists swung along under fGii
1,ressure. y II Puritani" furnished one
sweet strain; La Barber de Seville
mad one of It's quick and sparkling pass
a ges admirably rehearsed, but, as If hall
s.haEped OF such compromising, short
in noyatiOn was made into Old Hundred,
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