The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1889-12-12

anu carry on IHelf shoulders the IL
lustrious stranger The popnlace
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 car
pet for the conqueror to ride over.
'HosannaT cry the people at the foot
of the hill. sHosannal' cry the peo-
pie all up and down the mountain.
The procession has now come to the
brow of yonder Olivet. Magnificent
prospect reaching out in every direc-
tion-vineyards, olive groves, jutting
rock, silvery Sloan, and above ali,
rising ON its 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, you see the mansions of the
merchant princes. Through this cleft
in the limestone rock you see the
palace of the richest trafficker in all
the earth. He has made his money
by selling Tyrian purple. Behold now
the temple Clouds of smoke lift
ing from the shimmering roof, while
the building 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.
The crowd looked around TO zee ex-
hilaration and transport In the face Of
Christ. On, moi Out from amid the
gates, and the domes, and the palaces,
there arose q vision of this city's sin,
and OF this city's doom, which obliter-
ated the landscape from horizon to
horizon, and he burst into tears, cry
ing: 20 Jerusalem, Jerusalem r. But
that was the only day Of pomp that
Jesus saw In 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 viii see.
Pubhus Lentilus, in a letter 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 partition
of his hair; forehead plain, and very
delicate; his face without spot or
wrinkle, 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 warrant, signed by John
Zerubbabel, Raphael Robani, Daniel
Robani and Capet.
THE DREAD SCENE ON CALvvRY.
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 were against
him. From nine in the morning till
three in the afternoon, Jesus hung
a-dying in the outskirts Of this city
It 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 the
crimson dripping from its lip. In the
dark hall, seeing the finger marks of
blood on the plastering, you cry:
"What terrible deed has been done
here2" 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 saturating his gar
ments, blood gathered in pool be-
! meath. It is called an honor to have
in ones veins the blood Of the house
Of Stuart, or of the house of Hapsburg.
! It is 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. It 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
favorably regarded that it was Louis
! 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 car
mounted the throne of Russia, or the
throne of Austria was lifted, king
eternal, immortal" Through the in
dulgences of the royal family, the
physical life degenerates, and some of
the kings have been almost imbecile,
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 cou-
riers carry the swift dispatch. His
pains are worse; he is breathing q last
groan; through his body quivers 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. ]
respond that We make too little. II
some Roman surgeon, standing under
the cross, had caught one drop of the
blood on his hand and analyzed it, 1t
would have been found to have the
same plasma, the same disk, the same
fibrin. the same albumen. 1t was un-
mistakably human blood. 1t is man
that hangs there His bones are OF
the same material as ours His nerves
are sensitive like ours. If 1t were an
angel being despoiled / would not
feel it SO much, for it belongs to a
different order of beings. But my
Saviour is a man, and my whole
sympathy is aroused. I can inn.
agiue how the spikes felt - how
hot the temples burned-what deathly
sickness seized his heart-how noun
tain, and city, and mob swan away
from his dying vision-something oil
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 mef'
Forever with all these scenes Of 8
! Saviour's suffering viii this city be
associated. Here his unjust trial and
here his death. o Jerusalem, Jerusa
leml
THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM.
But finally / am thrilled with ths
fact that this city Is q symbol O
! heaven which Is only another Jerusa
lem. The New Jerusalemw Anc
this thoeght has hndled the imagina
ton of all the sacred poets am glat
that Horatio Bonar, the Scotch hymn
ist, rummaged among old manuscript
of the British museum until he fount
} that hymn in ancient spelling part
of which we have In mutilated form
3 in our modern hymn books, but tn
; quaint power OF which we do not &c
Z In our modern versions,
HieruSaiem. rny happy honael
: When shall come 70 theei
When shall my sorrowes have an end,
; Thy toyes when shah scot
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