The Brookhaven leader., 1889-12-19

| bAbul Doh NAAAdkC, Adiu tuHS I1b Is SUOD-
ping at the house of a man whom He re-
suscitated after four days sepulture
Well the people run out into the streets,
some with the idea of helping in the ar
rest Of this stranger VIII en- He arrives,
and others expecting that on the NOR
row He will come into the town, and,
by some supernatural force, oust the
municipal and royal authorities, and take
every thing in His own hands. They
pour fut of the city gates until the
procession reaches to the village. They
come all around about the house
where the stranger is stopping, and
peer into the doors and windows that
they may get one glimpse of Him or
hear the hum of His voice. The police
dare not make the arrest, because He
has somehow won the affections Of all
the people. Oh, it is lively night in
yonder bethany! The heretofore quiet
village is filled wteA uproar, and out
cry, and loud disc -ssion about the
strange-acting country nan. | do not
think there was any sleep in that house
that night where the stranger was
stopping. Although He came in weary,
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lifetime He had pillow. But the
morning dawns, the olive gardens wave
in the light, and all along yonder road,
reaching over the top of Olive toward
this city, there is vast swaying crowd
of wondering people. The excitement
around the door of the cottage is wild
as the stranger steps out beside an un-
broken colt that had never been mount
ed, and after His friends had strewn
their garments on the beast for a saddle
the Saviour mounted it, and the populace,
excited and shouting and feverish,
pushed on back toward this city of
| Jerusalem.
Let none jeer now nor scOff at this
rider, or the populace will trample him
under foot in an instant. There is one
long shout of two miles, and as far as
| the eye can reach you see wavings of
demonstrations and approval. There
was something in the riders visage,
something in His majestic brow, some
thing in His princely behavior, that stirs
up the enthusiasm Of the people. They
run up against the beast and try to pull
the rider off into their arms and carry
on their shoulders the illustrious
stranger. The populace are so 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
carpet for the conqueror to ride
| over. "Hosanna!" cry the people at
the foot of the hill. "Hosanna!"
cry the people all up and down the
mountain. The procession has now
come to the brow of yonder Olivet.
Magnificent prospect reaching out in
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 fortressed gates, and yonder
the circling wall, and here the towers
blazing in the sun, Phasaelus and
Marianne. Yonder is Hippicus, the
Kings castle. Looking along in the
range of the larger branch of that olive
tree, and see the mansions of the mer-
chant princes. Through this cleft in
the limestone rock you see the palace of
the richest trafticker in all the earth.
He has made his money by selling Ty-
rian purple. Behold now the temple!
Clouds of smoke lifting from the SHIN
mering roof, while the building rises up
beautiful, grand, majestic, the archi-
tectural skill and glory of the earth
lifting themselves there in one triumph
ant-doxology, the prayer of all nations.
The crowd looked around to see exhil-
aration 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 citys sin,
and of this city's doom, which obliter-
ated the landscape from horizon to hori-
zon, and He burst into tears, crying: 80
Jerusalem, Jerusalem!" But that was
the only day of pomp that Jesus saw in
and around that city. Yet He walked
the streets of this city the loveliest and
most ma ajestic being that the world ever
saw or ever will see. Publius Lehtilus,
in letter to the Roman Senate, de-
scribeS Him as "a man of statue some
what tall - his hair the color of a chest
nut 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 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 rep
resented 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 a brass
plate on which was copy of his death
warrant, signed by John Zerubbabel,
Raphael Robani, Daniel Robani and
Capet.
Sometimes men on the way to the
scaffold have been rescued by the mob.
No such attempt was made in this case.
for the mob was against Him. From
| nine in the morning till three in the
afternoon Jesus hung a-dying in the out
| skirts of this city. 1t was a 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 the crimson dripping
from it's lips. In the dark hall, seeing
the finger mark of blood on the plaster
ing, 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 dripping
from thorn and nail, blood rushing upon
His cheek, blood satrrating his gar
ments, blood gathered in pool beneath.