The McArthur enquirer. (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1873-1884, 1873-08-06
Musings.

Musings. n
| A storm! What q thrilling i'm
port these words contain, and
while 1 contemplate the dark
threatening storm cloud,as it looms
up in the distance, chasing from
the beautiful face Of nature, the
soft pensive moonlight, SO rich in
its shadowy beauty, whilst the
bright consultations hide their
sparkling faces beneath the gather
ing gloom, a strange melancholy
steals over me, and pervades the
entire scene. The vivid lightning
plays among the dark clouds, ma
king them look more fearful in their
dark threatning beauty. Ever and
anon the deep toned thunder sends
a thrill of terror, and / involuntary
clasp my hands to my heart to still
its wild throbbings And yet how
strange; imaginations ever ready
even at this moment, amid the war
Of elements lead me far away, and
I find myself seated in beautiful
garden, bedecked with sweetly
scented flowers, the air ripe with,
their rich fragrances. The young
moon, with her soft radiance,
throws a food of light over the
whole scene, making it resplendant
in beauty and granduer. What a
strange tranquility; ever and anon,
the song Of the distant night bird,
falls on my ear, and brings with its
nightly cadence, a feeling of loneh-
ness and deep melancholy.
While 1 thus sit in contemplation
the beauty of quiet moonlight,
methinks l hear footsteps approach
ing. Looking quietly around, 1 be-
hold twelve men entering the gar
den. There is something in their
general department, that dispells
all thought of fear, and 1 sit calmy
down to watch their movements.
They seem weary and tired as they
paused at a ripping brook, and as
they threw off their mantles, !
could more plainly distinguish
their features. There was some
thing SO heaven-inspiring in every
look and GESTURE, I knew they
must be the messengers Of peace.
After drinking freely Of the pure
water from the running brook, they
sank YEARLY down, all but one; he
stands erect. A deep melancholy
rests upon that God like brow, and
as he gathers His mantle closely
around Him, He looks sorrowfully
down upon his weary companions;
and as his sweet gentle voice falls
on my ear, "This night shall the
son Of man be betrayed into the
hands of His enemies" / invol-
untary start to go to Him, but my
limbs refuse to obey the dictate Of
my will, and I sit with clasped
hands, and fearful eyes to see what
the sequel Of all this is to bo. His
disciples, (for it is Jesus) looked up
pittyingly into that sad beautiful
| face, but they say not a word.
eWatch with me one hour" He
said, and turned slowly away. Ap-
proaching near me, He kneels down
amid the fragrant flowers, spark
ling with dew, to pray. The heav-
enly face was turned upwards, and
the moon seemed pleased, while
casting n halo of heavenly light
around that God-like brow. There
was a deep agony upon his brow
as He prayed, "Father if it be
thy will, let this cup pass" oa \
/ think He did hot receive mucn
comfort from the prayer He utter
ed, for as he prayed great drops OF
sweat stood on His brow, and He
arose wearily and went back to His
disciples and found them sleep
ing Methinks in the bright moon
light see a tear sparkling In the
suffering eye Of Jesus, as He stands
thus lonely in the.moonlight, seem,
ingly SO friendless; and when He
speaks the voice seems tremulous
and sadder than when ] first heard
Iit, @Cculdst thou not watch with
me one hour2" Obi who but a
Saviour could have borne up under
such weight Of sorrow, and mis-
cry, and loneliness, and then 80
ready TO frame an excuse for them,
that they were weary and tired, and
He bade them sleep and take their