The Forrest City times., 1889-12-14

beneath. It is called an honor to have iu one's veins the blood of the house of Stuart or of tho house of Hapsburg. Is it nothing when point you to the outpouring blood of the king of the universei
 In England tho name of Henry was so great that its honors were divided among different reigns. It was Henry the First and Henry the Second, and Henry the Third, and Henry the Fourth, and Henry the Fifth. In France tho name of Louis was so favorably regarded that 1t was Louis the First, Louis the Second, Louis the Third, and so on. But the king who walked these streets was Christ tho First Christ the Last and Christ tho Only. He rcgnel before the czar mounted the throne of Russia, or the throne of Austria was lifted, "king eternal, immor- taln Through the indulgcnces of the royal family, the physical life degenerates, and some of the kings have been almost iinbecile, and their bodies weak, and their blood thin, and watcry; but the crimson life that flowed upon Calvary had in 1t the health of i'm mortal God.
 Tell it now to all the earth, and to all tho heavens-Jesus, our king, ia sick with his last sickness. Let couriers carry the swift dispatch. His pains are worse; he is breathing last groan: through his body ouivers tho last anguish; the king is dying. the king Is dead It Is royal blood. It h said that some religionists make too much of tho humanity of Christ I respond that we mako too little. If some Re- man surgeon, standing under tho crosa. had caught one drop of the blood ou his hand and analysed 1t, 1t would have been found to have the same plasma, the same disk, the same fibrn, tho same albumen. It was unmistakably human blood. It's man that hangs there His bones are of the same material as ours. If it were an angel being despoiled would not feel 1t so much, for it belongs to different order of beings. But my Saviour is a man, and my wholo sympathy is aroused 1 can imagine how tho spikes felt-how hot the temples burn. ed-what deadly sickness seized his heart how mountain, and city and mob swan away from his dying vision-something of tho meaning of that cry for help that makes the blood of all the ages curdle with horror; My God my Godi why hast thou forsaken me,'
 Forever with all these scenes of Sa- viours suffering will this city be as. sociated. Here his unjust trial and hero his death. o Jerusalem, Jerusaleml
 But finally 1 am thrilled with the fact that this city is a symbol of heaven which is only another Jerusalem, "The New Jerusalemp' And this thought has kindled the imagination of all the sacred poets. I am glad that Horatio Bonar, tho Scotch hymnist rummaged among old manuscripts of the British museum until he found that hymn in ancient spelling, parts of which we have in mutilatcd form In our modern hymn books, but the quaint power of which we do not get in our modern versions; Hierusalem, my happy homel
 When shall l como to theei When shall my sorrowes havo an end,
 Thy ioyes when shall seci
 Noc dampish mist is scene in thee, Noe coldc nor darSsome night, There evcrie soule shines as the sumo,
 There God himscl1e gives light Thy walls are made of pretious stones,
 Thy bulwarkes diamondes square. Thy gates are of right orient pearlc,
 Exceedinge riche and rare.
 Thy turrettes and thy piunacles
 With carbuncles doc shine, Thy verro streets are paved with gould,
 Surpassingo clcare and finc. Thy houses are of yvorie,
 Thy windows crystal cleare: Thy tyes aro made of beaten gould
 0 God that woic there.
 Our sweete IS mkt with hitter raule,
 Our pleasure is but paine;
 Our ioyos scarce last the lookeing on,
 Our sorrowes stilie remaiG. But there they 1.-Two in such delight
 Such pleasures and such play, As that to them thousand yearcs
 Doth seem as yesterday.
 Thy gardens and thy gallant wakes
 Continually arc greene;
 Thero grow such sweete and pleasant flow
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 As no where clsc are scene. There t~oos fer evormore beare fruite
 And evermore doe springe; There evcrnore the angels sit,
 And cveriuofe doe stnEe
 Hierusalem my happle homel
 Would God were la theal
 Would God my woes were at an end.
 Thy joyes that might see
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