Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1883-02-10
SUNDAY HOURS.
The Burial of Moses.

SUNDAY HOURS.
The Burial of Moses.
T" And he buried him in valley in the land Of
Moab, over against Bethpeor, but no man knoweth
Of his sepulcher unto this day."-Deut. xxxiy. 81
By Nebo's lonely mountain,
On this side JordaI's wave,
In a vale in the land OF Moab,
There lies lonely grave;
And no man dug that sepucher,
And no man saw it e'er,
For the angels o. God upturned the sod
And laid the dead man here.
That was the grandest funeral
That ever passed on earth,
But no man heard he tranpling
Or saw the train go forth.
Noiselessly as the daylight
Com when the night Is done,
And the crimson streak on oceans cheek
Grows into the great sun
Noiselessly as the spring-tim
Her crown of verdure weayes,
And all the trees all the hills
Open their thous nd leaves
So, without sound of music
Or voice of them that wept,
Silently down from tie mountain crown
The great procession swept.
Perchance the bald old eagle
On gray Betbpeor's hight,
Out of his rocky eyry
Looked on the wondrous sight.
PerchaDce the lion stalking
Still shuns that hallowed spot,
For beast and bird have seen and heard
That which man knoweth Aot.
But when the warrior dieth,
His comrades in the
With arms reversed and mufiied drum
Follow the funeral car.
They show the banners taken,
They tell his battles won,
And after him lead his masterless steed
While peals the minute gun.
Amid the noblest of the land
Men lay the sage to rest,
And give the bard an honored place
With costly marble dressed.
In the great minister transept.
Where lights like glories fall,
And the choir sings and the organ rings,
Along the emblazoned wall
This was the bravest warrior
That ever buckled sword;
This the most gifted poet
That ever breathed 4 word;
And never earths philosopher
Traced with his lden pen,
On the deathless page, truths half go sage
As he wrote down for men.
And had he not high honor?
The hillside for his pail;
To lie in state while angels wait
With stars for tapers tall
And the dark rock pines like tossing plumes,
Over his bier to wave;
And Gods own hand, in that lonely land,
To lay him in the grave.
In that deep grave without name;
Whence his uncottined clay
Shall break again-most wOndrous thought,
Before the judgment day,
Aud stand with CRY wrapped around,
On the hills he never trod,
And speak Of the strife that won our life,
With the ncarnate Son OF God.
o lonely tomb in Moab's land,
o dark Bethpeors hill,
Speak to these curious hearts OF ours,
And teach them to be still.
God hath his mysteries OF grace
Ways that we cannot tell,
He hides them deep, like the secret sleep
OF him Re loved SO well.
Sin is like the serpent aspis, which
stings men, whereby they fall into a pleas
ant sleep, and in that sleep die.
At Breslau, the Capital of Silesia, the
churches are exceedingly interesting from
sculptures in alto relievo, which ornament
their exterior walls, and are fine specimens
of art. One at Rathhaus represents Satan
wheeling his grandmother in barrow.
General Booth, the commander.in-chief
of the Salvation Army, has dismissed three
officers who had been presented with gold
watches as gifts from their admiring friends
He called it bribery and corruption, and
their expulsion was summary proceeding.
In the ancient cathedral at Frankfort, in
Germany, is the spot on which, before the
altar, the German emperors used to be
crowned. The wooden crown was sus-
pended above his majesty, and let down by
pulley on his head, a somewhat awkward
thing, if the rope had broken.
The Rev. George A. Gordon, of Green.
witch, Conn, who has received a call to the
pulpit of the Old South Church of Boston,
declines to leave his little charge in Green.
witch until he can find satisfactory sue
cessor to continue his work. The Boston
church feels sure of getting him, however,
in time.
In Limerick Cathedral, Ireland, may be
seen the following inscription on hand
some tablet: " Mementi Mori. Here lieth
little Samuel Darlington, that great Under
Taker, of Famous Citti's clock aud Chime
Maker He made his own time go early
and Later, But now he is returned to God
his Creator. The 10Th of November,
Then he scest, And for His Memory this
Here is Pleast, By His Son Ben, 1888"
I shall soon be in my grave such is the
fate of great men. So it was with the
Caesars and Alexander. And /, too, am
forgotten, and the Marengo conqueror and
emperor is college theme. My exploits
are tasks given to pupils by their tutor,
who sit in judgment over me. l die before
my time and my dead body, too, must
return to the earth, and become food for
worms. Behold the destiny now at hand
of him who has been called the great Napo-
leon What an abyss between my great
misery and the eternal reign of Christ,
who is proclaimed, loved and adored, and
whose kingdom is extending over all the
earth Napoleon.
Letters, while since, from Meninger,
speak of the destruction, in violent tenn
pest by which that country had been Wis.
tied, of one of its most curious monuments.
We refer to the old oak of Luther, planted
May 6, 1921, on the spot where, on the
previous day, the great Reformer had been
seized and conducted to the Castle of
Wartzburg. Notwithstanding its great
age, the tree was still vigorous, and spread
its leafy branches over wide circumfer-
ence. Its relics we're carried in solemn
procession to the Church of Stamach, where
they have been deposited in vault and
the Grand Duke gave orders for the cree
tion, on the spot where the tree grew, of a
Gothic fountain, which is surrounded by
trees, and bears an inscription commence
rating the event which the tree itself has
ceased to record.
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HINDoo LADY LECTURES.
Pundita Romabai, learned Hindoo lady
who has cousecrated her life to the work