Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-12-09

salem. Christ there, in the midst Of the
procession, looks off and sees here fortressed
gates, and yonder the circling wall, and
here the towers blazing in the sun, Phas-
@lus and Marianne. Yonder is HIpplcus,
the kings castle. Looking along in the
range of the larger branch of the olive tree.
You see the mansions of the merchant
princes Through this cleft in the limestone
rock you see the palace of the richest
traficker in all the earth. He has made his
money by selling Tyrian purple. Behold
now the templei Clouds of smoke lifting
FROM the shimmering roof, while the build
ing rises up beautiful, grand, majestic, the
architectural skill and glory of the earth
lifting themselves there in one triumphant
doxology, the frozen prayer OF all nations.
THAT HANDSOME MANS SAD FACE.
The crowd looked around to see exhilara-
tion and transport in the face of Christ. oh,
mol Out from amid the gates. and the
domes, and the palaces, there arose vision
of this city's sin, and Of this city's doom,
which obllterated the landscape from hori-
zon to horizon, and He burst into tears, cry
ing: go Jerusalem, Jerusalemp But that
was the only day of pomp that Jesus saw In
and around this city. Yet BE walked the
streets of this city the loveliest- and most
majestic being that the world ever saw or
l.
to the Roman Senate, describes Him as "a
man of stature somewhat tall, his hair the
color of a chestnut fully ripe, plain to the
ears, whence downward it is more orient,
curling and waving about the shoulders; in
the midst of His forehead is stream, or par
tition 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 represented; His beard thick,
in color like His hair-not very long; His
eyes gray, quick and clear" He must die.
The French army in Italy found brass
plate on which was copy of His death war
rant, signed by John Zerubhabel, Raphael
Robani, Daniel RobanI and Capet.
Sometimes men on the way to the scafold
have been rescued by the mob. No such
attempt was made in this case, for the mob
were against him. From 8 in the morning
till 8 in the-afternoon, Jesus hung a-dylng
in the outskirts of this city. 1t was scene
of blood. We are so constituted that
nothing is so exciting as blood. 1t is not
the child's cry in the street that so arouses
you as .he crimson dripping from its lip.
HIS PRICELESS BLOOD.
In the dark hall, seeing the finger marks
of blood on the plastering, you cry: what
terrible deed has been done here?" Looking
upon this suspended victim Of the cross, we
thrill with the sight of blood-blood drip
ping from thorn and nail, blood rushing
upon his cheek, blood saturating his gar
ments, 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?
In England the name of Henry was so
great that its honors were divided among
different reigns. 1t was Henry the First
and Henry the Second and Henry the Third
and Henry the Fourth and Henry the Fifth.
In France the name of Louis was so favor
ably regarded that it was the First Louis
the Second, Louis the Third, and so on.
But the King who walked these streets was
Christ the First, Christ the Last and Christ
the Only. He reigned before the Gar
mounted the throne of Russia, or the throne
OF Austria was lifted, "king eternal, i'm
mortal" Through the indulgences of the
royal family, the physical life degenerates,
and some of the kings have been almost i'm
beetle, and their bodies weak, and their
blood thin and watery; but the 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
heavens-Jesus, our king, is sick with his
last sickness. Let couriers carry the swift
breathing q last groan; through His body
quivers the last anguish; the King is dying;
the King is dead.
IMPossIBLE TO ovERDRAw 1T.
1t is royal blood. 1t is said that some re-
hgionists 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 found to have the same plasma, the
same disk, the same fbrin. the same albu-
men. 1t was undoubtedly human blood. It
Is a man that hangs there. His bones are
of the same material as ours. His nerves
are sensitive like ours If it were an angel
being despoiled would not feel it SO much,
for it belongs to different order of beings.
But my Savior is a man, and my whole
sympathy is aroused. can i'm
agine 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 dy-
ing vision-something of the meaning of
that cry for help that makes the blood of all
the ages curdle with horror: 'My Godl my
God! why hast thou forsaken me?"
Forever with all these scenes of Saw
ior's suffering will this city be associated.
Here His unjust trial, and here His death.
o, Jerusalem, Jerusaleml
But finally / am thrilled with the fact
that this city is symbol of heaven, which
is only another Jerusalem, ''The New Jeru-
salemF' And this thought has kindIed the
Imagination Of all the sacred poets. 1 am
glad that Horatio Bonar, the Scotch hymn
ist, rummaged among old manuscripts Of the
British museum until he found that hymn,
IN ANCIENT SPELLING,
parts of which we have in mutilated form in j.
our modern hymn books, but the quaint