Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1867-05-21

tul that gospel sounds when read on the spot
1t commentaries. The past tense becomes
the present The scene is no, finished but
TRANSPORTING. Right there in that cell the
corpse has been lying four DAYS, and every
day Mary has been here to weep. The noise
of conversation, as of many persons above, I
begin to hear
A shadow is in the door 1t is lis. The
iong-expected aud prayed.for has come from
beyond Jordan. His mellow voice, tremu.
lous with emotion, but loud with authority.
peals down the arched staircase and echoes
among those sepulchral walls, q Lazarus come
forth r. 1t goes deep beyond, reaching into
the regions of death. Hush do YOU hear
that rustliDg? See! he comes stoopiDp
bound band and foot with grave clothes and
his face bound about with a napkin" Slow.
y he mounts the steps. lie is on the thresh
hold. He has passed out under the sky.-
Listen again 'Loose hjnl and let him 1oy'
And Lazarus, the dead brother no longer
dead, is in the arms of his bereaved sisters.
no longer bereaved. Neighbors gather around
and Passionately greet him. Bethany is glad.
The news flies throughout the land. Crowds
come from Jerusalem to see 'sthe man" who
has wrought the wonder, and believe him God.
THE GARDEN OF GETHsEMANE.
We return to Gethsemane, over the south
ern shoulder of Olivet, by the road Messiah
followed on the morning of his triumpbal en-
try into Jerusalem. Our raps are more sue
ceSstul now than before, for the heavy iron
gate soon swings open With creak, exhibit
ing the tonsured Padre Louis, who invites us
INTO the garden. 1t disappoints at first
There Is too much of art, too little of nature
Inc happy medium, so desirable and so rarely
obtained, between culpable neglect and ex
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which has already prepared Gethsemane Of
its own does not at onCe recognize the claims of
this objects to the imprisoning walls. 20 the
trim parterres, to the front yard neatness of
the ratings, to the representations arithmet>
really calculated, and marked by cruciixes on
the succeed enclosure, to the air of perfect
readiness for the scrutiny of connoisseur>ship
in the whole.
But the eye speedily becomes accustomed
to what 1t can not alter aud concentrates its
attention upon the olive trees, doubly grand
grand from their palpable antiquity, grand
from association with incidents of which thew
are the sole surviving spectators ON earth.
these trees are eight in number. Their
gnaried aud massive stems, and far spreading
leaty bouShs, give them the appearance OF
patriarchs in the attitude of blessing. / can
not understand why they should not be as
old as the event requires, nor do desire to
understand, if an illusion lovelier than the
truth is to be dissolved by the explanation.
abandon criticisms to erudite caviIers and
recIine under the foliage of, the largest and
most ancient of the trees-the one supposed
to have overshadOwed the victim of prostra-
tlops OF agony. Here then, with soul ex.
ceedlng sorrowful unto death, He fell on the
ground and prayed, while His disciples slept
a stones throw hence, too fatigued to watch
Him. Here thrice lie bowed himself and
groaned the entreaty to he delivered from
the mysterious cup. Oh the intensity of
that struggle. 1t wrung the crimson per-
spiratIon from His temples, and forced the
strengthening uccor Of anxious Heaven; but
Its issue was victory, and its fruit eternal life