Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1889-12-18

rider on into their arms and carry on their
shoulders the illustrious stranger. The
popalace are 30 excited that they hardly
know what to do with themselves, and
some rush up to the roadside trees and
wrench off branches and throw them in his
way; and others doff their garments, what
though they be new and costly, and spread
them for a carpetfor the coDqueror to ride
over. "Hosannap cry the people at the
foot of the hill. "Hosannap' cry the pee.
pie all up and down the mountain. The
procession has now come to the brow of
yonder Olivet. Magnificent prospect reach
ing out 10 every direction-vineyards, olive
groves, jutting rock, silvery Sloan, and
above all, rising on it's throne of hills, this
most highly honored city of all the earth,
Jerusalem. Christ there, in the midst of
the procession, looks off and sees here fort
ressed gates, and yonder the circling wall,
and here the towers blazing in the sun,
Phasaelus and Mariamne. Yonder is Hip
picus, the Kings castle. Looking along in
the range of the larger branch of that olive
tree, you see'the mansions of the merchant
princes. Through this cleft in the lime
stone rock you see the palace of the richest
traficker 10 all the earth. He has made his
money by selling Tyrian purple. Behold
now the temple! Clouds Of smoke lifting
from the shimmering roof, while the build.
ing rises up beautiful, grand, majestic, the
architectural skill aud glory of the earth
lifting themselves there in one triumphant
doxology, the frozen prayer of all nations.
The crowd looked around to see exhilara-
ton and transport in the face of Christ.
Oh, no! Out from amid the gates, and the
domes, and the palaces there arose vision
of this citv's sin, and of this city's doom,
which obliterated the landscape from hori-
Eon to horizon, and he burst into tears, cry
ing: 90 Jerusalem, Jerusalemp' But that
was the only day Of pomp that Jesus saw
il and around this city. Yet he walked
the streets of this city the loveliest and
most majestic being that the world ever
saw or ever will see. Publius Lentulus, in
a letter to the Roman Senate, describes him
as "a man OF stature somewhat tall, his
hair the color of chestnut fully ripe, plain
to the ears, whence downward it is more
orient, curling and waving about the shoul-
ders; in the midst of bis forehead is a
stream, or partition of his hair; forehead
plain, and very delicate; his face without
spot or wrinkle. a lovely red; his nose and
mouth SO forked as nothing can be repre-
sented; his beard thick, in color like his
hair-not very long; his eyes gray, quick
and clear" He must die. The French
srmy in Italy found brass plate on which
was copy of his death warrant, signed by
John Zerubbabel, Raphael Robaui, Daniel
R ,bani and Capet.
Sometimes men on the way to the, scat
fold have been rescued By the mob. No
such attempt was made in this case, for the
mob were against him. From nine in the
morning till three in the afternoon, Jesus
l. III, ~ Il 80 Atxs
1t was scene of blood. We are so consti-
tuted that nothing is 50 exciting as blood.
1t is not the ohild's cry in the stree. that SO
aIouses you as the crimson dripping from
it's lip. In the dark hall, seeing the finger
marks of blood on the plastering, you cry:
"What terrible deed has been done hereP'
Looking upon this suspended victim of the
cross, we thrill with the sight of blood
blood dripping from thorn and nail, blood
rushing upon his cheek, blood ssturatiDg
his garments. blood gathered in pool
beneath 1t is called an honor to have in
ones veins the blood OF the house of Stuart
or OF the house of Hapsburg. Is it nothing
when point you to the outpouring blood
of the king of the universe?
la England the name of Henry was SO
great that it's honors were divided among
different reigns. 1t was Henry the First,
ard Henry the Second, and Henry the
Third, aud Henry the Fourth, and Henry
the Fifth. In France the name of Louis
was so favorably regarded that it was Louis
the First, Louis the Second, Louis the
Third, and SO on. But the King who walk
ed these streets was Christ the First, Christ
the Last, and Christ the Only. He reign
ed before the Czar mounted the throne of
Russia, or the throne of Austria was lifted,
"King eternal, immortal" Through the
iudulgences of the royal family, the physi-
cal life degenerates, and some of the kings
have been almost imbecile, and their bodies
weak, aud their blood thin aud watery; but
thu crimson life that flowed upon Calvary
had in it the health of immortal God.
Tell it now to all the earth and to all the
our King, is sick with his
last sickness. Let couriers carry the swift
dispatch. His pains are worse; he is breath
ing last groan; through his body quigers
the last anguish; the King is dying; the
King is deadl 1t is royal blood. 1t is said
that some religiOnists make too much of
the humanity of Christ. l respond that we
make too little. If some Roman surgeon,
standing under the cross, had caught one
drop of the blood on his hand and analysed
it, it would have been fouad to have the
fibrin, the same slbumen. 1t was unmis-
takably human blood. 1t is mau that
hargs. there. His bones are of the same
material as ours. His nerves are sensitive
like onrs. II it were an angel being des-
poiled l would not feel it so much, for it be-
longs to different order of beings. But
nv Saviour is a man, and my whole SYM
psthy is aroused. I can imagine how the
spikes felt-how hot the temples burned
what deathly sickness seized his heart
how mountain and city and mob swan
away from his dying vision-something of
the meaning of that cry for help that makes
the blood of all the ages curdls with hol-
ror: "My God! my God! why hast thou
forsaken mep''
Forever with all these scenes of Sa-
viour's suffering will this city be associated.
Here His unjust trial and here His death.
o Jeruselam, Jerusalem
But finally am thrilled with the fact
that this city is symbol of heaven which
ia only another Jerusalem. 'The New je-
rusalem !'' Aod this thought has kindled
the imagination of all the sacred poets. l
am glad that Horatio Bonar, the Scotch
hymnist, rumaged among old manuscripts
of the British Mussuu until he found that
hymn in ancient spelling, parts of which
we have in mutilated form in our modern
hymn books, but the quaint power of which
we do not get in our modern version ::
Hierusalem, my happy home!
When shall come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see?
Noe dampish mist is scene in thee.
Noe colde or darksome night;
There everie soule shines as the sunne,
There God himself gives light.
Thy walls are made OF precious stones
Thy bulwarkes diamondes square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearle,
Exceeding richie and rare.
Thy turrettes and thy pinnaces
With carbunces doe shine;
Thy veirle streets are paved with gould.
Surprising cleare and fine.
Thy houses are of yvorie,
Thy windows crystal cleare
Thy tyIes are made of beaten gould,
o, God, that were there.
Our sweete is mixed with bitter gaule.
Our pleasure is but paine