The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1889-12-20

ated the landscape from horizon to hori
zon, and He burst into tears, crying: &C
Jerusalem, Jerusalemw But that wal
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 majestic being that the world ever
saw or ever will see. Publius Lentilus,
in a letter to the Roman Senate, de-
scribes Him as "a man of statue some
what tall, His hair the color of 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 . 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 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
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 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 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 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 moth
ing when l 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
l., and Henry H., and Henry I'LL, and
Henry w., and Henry V. In France
the name of Louis was so favorably re-
garded that it was Louis l., Louis H.,
Louis I'LL, 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, liking,
eternal, immortal" Through the in
diligence of the royal family the phys
ical 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 i'm mortal God.
Tell it now to all the earth and to all
the heavens-Jesus, our King, is sick
with His last sickness. Let couriers car
ry the swift dispatch. His pains are
worse; He is breathing last groan; the
King is dying; the King is dead! 1t is
royal blood. 1t is said that some re-
ligionists make too much of the human
ity of Christ. l respond that we make
too little. If some Roman surgeon,
under the crosse, 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 fibrin, the same albumen. 1t
was Enthusiastically human blood. 1t
is man that hangs there. His
bones are of the same material
as ours. His nerves are sensitive
like ours. If it were an angel be-
ing despoiled would not feel it so much,
for it belongs to different order of be-
ings. But my Saviour is man, and my
whole sympathy is aroused. l can
imagine how the spikes felt-how hot
the temples burned-what deathly sick
ness seized the heart-how mountains,
and city, and mob swan away from His
dying vision-something of the mean
ing of that cry for help that makes the
blood of all ages curdle with horror:
my God! my God! why hast thou for
saken me?" Forever with all these
scenes of Saviour's suffering will this
city be associated. Here His unjust trial
and here His death. o, Jerusalem, Jeru-
salem!
But finally am thrilled with the fact
that this city is a symbol of Heaven
which is only another Jerusalem. 1.-The
New Jerusalem!' And this thought has
kindled the imagination of all the sacred
poets. l am glad Horatio Bonar, the
Scotch hymnist, rummaged among old
manuscripts of the British Museum I'M
til he found that hymn in ancient SPELL
ing, parts of which we have in mutilat-
ed form in our modern hymn books, but
the quaint power of which we do not
get in our modern versions:
Hierusalem, my happy home!
When shall come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joyes when shall see?
Noe dampish mist Is seen in thee,
Noe colde nor darksome night;
There everie soule shines as the sunne,
There God himselfe gives light.
The walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamonds square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearle,
Exceeding richie and rare.
Thy turrettes and thy pInnacles
With carbuncles doe shine;
Thy verrie streets are paved with gould,
Surpassinge cleare and fine.
Thy houses are of yvorie,
Thy windows crystal cleare;
Thy tyles are made of beaten gould,