Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1868-10-25
ESTABLISHED 1910.

ness, we almost regret. Tradition say
that very many years ago one of th'
pews in the church was appropriated fol
the use of the Mayor and Common
Council, and that sermon was annually
preached to them, on the day of the city
| election! We forbear making any
comment
On entering the church-especialIy il
We enter IT on a day other than Sab.
bath or holiday-we are Immediately
impressed with the stiffness. Silence
always speaks of God" and nowhere
can silence speak more foreibly than
in the heart of great city. To this
hush and solitude, in the very heart Of
the city-to know that without these
walls life is passing in its varied form,
each form intent upon itself and almost
unconscious of any other-carries its
own lesson Of the ihsignifeanee of
human aims
The Illuminated window at the west
end of the church adds to theimpressive-
ness Of the scene. - ~
Midway up, on this painted window,
seven highly colored figures stand The
central one is easily recognized as re-
presenting our Savior. On his right,
stand St. Peter, st. Matthew and St.
Mark, not SO easily recognized, except
by the bunch of keys, the cherub and
the lion, associated with each respect
iyely On the left of our Savior are
represented St. Luke, St. John, and st.
Paul, associated in a like manner with
the OK, the eagle, and the sword. The
analogies here wrouhgt out-in the
case of the four Evangelists, at least
are found in Ezekiel l., 10 and Rev.
iv., 81.
As the checkered tints shift from
pillar to pillar, and finally fade from
view, the shadOwscreep out from behind
the organ, and from round the delicate
carvings of the capitals and mouldings
of the chaneel-Where they have been
lurking all day--and sOmbre stiffness
spreads around US, adding dignity
to the emotions already inspired.
With subdued feelings We step
from the side porch into the church
yard. Within the iron boundary hun
dreds on hundreds have been buried
Indeed there is scarcely an old family
among US to-day that has not some an
eestor at rest within its shadow. There
General Hamilton of revolutionary fame
Is buried and there, too, lie the brave
Lawrence, and the gallant Ludlow, of
the Chesapeake while round the hum |
bic grave of Charlotte Temple cluster
the graves of other heroines, less widely /
known perhaps, whose virtues want but |
a pedestal to De perceived by the world. /
Some of the inscriptions Ga the stones /
have crumbled away, and were forgotten i
whole years ago. Others are just pass
ing away, and are with difficulty deci
phered, and everything teeming with I
the solemnity of age teaches this lesson, I
as plainly as words can teach, 1" Prepare
to meet thy God" We bend down and |
-ry to deeipher an epitaph. Letter By .
etter we spell it out. Beneath the in
'cription is carved on the stone, an hour
glass, skull, cross-bOnes, and skeleton.
This epitaph is to US, more than usually /
impressive.
They Fled from scsnesof Mortal guile.
Without Partaking Of the SamA;
They Left their Boiys Sleeping hers.
Till Curist do come the second time"
As the grave, according to the old
faces the east, it seemed as if
heir bodies, regardless of the hustle and
confusion so near them, we're, indeed
waiting until, in all majesty of
glory and power, Christ do come the
econd time
Slowly we retrace our steps, and stand
without the shadow of the church.
Standing moment thus, watching the
ager, hurrying throng, the thought arose
within us, that this spirit of Wall street,
IS it then seemed to us, was not any
more continuation or practice of the
pirit preached in the edifce, at whose
,ates we stood, than its architecture was
prolongatiOn of Trinity Church that,
n truth, Broadway at the head of Wall
treet-Trinity on the one side with its
igni6canee, and the street upon the
Ither, with its signi6cance-Was as broad
nd impossible a barrier as could well
,e, and that not by reason of the om-
iibuses. While standing thus, the bell
n the steeple above rang out with its
leeP, clear notes-uppermost above all
he noise and clatter in the street below.
And the grim conceit came to us that
here was in its sound a certain trench
mt lesson for the living dead in the
treet below. 1t did not seem to US,
hen, to mark the fight of every
nOment with gentle second stroke,
$ though it would check old Time and
ave him stay his pace in pity but
ather to measure it, with one sledge-
Iammer beat, as if its business we're to
rush the seconds as they came trooping
n, and remorselsssly to clear a path
efore the Day of Judgment