The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1890-10-30

| moulQ pc gone. The lullabyS Of moth
ers which keep sounding on, though
tho lips that sang them forty years age
became ashes; the old hymns in loQ
cabin churches and country meeting
houses, and psalms In ROuSe's version
in Scotch kinks; the anthem in English
cathedrals; the roll of organs that viii
never let Handel or Haydn or Bcet!.o.
ven die; the thrum Of harps, sweep of
the bow across bass viols, the song of
Sabbath schools storming the heavens
the do3ology Of great assemblagcs--
why, thousand Jerichos of sin have
by them all been brought down.
Seated by the warmth Of our camp
lres that evening Of Dec. 6, amid the
bricks and debris Of Jericho, and think
Ing what poor music has done and
what mightier things could be accom-
pushed by the blessings Of God on good
music, said to myself: Ministers have
oeen doing a grand work, and sermons
nave been blessed, but would it not be
well for US to put moro emphasis on
music? Oh, for a campaign Of "Old
!iundred! On, for brigade of Mount
Pisgahs! Oh, for cavalry charge of
"Coronations" Oh, for an army of
Antiochs and st. Martins and Arlels!
On, for enough orchestral batons lift
ed to marshal all nations! AS Jericho
was surrounded by poor music for scv-
en- DAYS, and was conquered, so let our
earth be surrounded seven days by
good gospel music, and the round
planet will be taken for God. Not a
wall or opposition, not throne Of
tyranny, not Il palace Of sin, not an en-
terprlSc Of unrighteousn6ss, could stand
the mighty throb Of such atmospheric
pulsasion. Music! 1t sounded at the
n
the morning stars sang together, Mu-
sic! 1t will be the last reverberation,
when the archangel's trumpet shall
wake the dead. Music! Let its full
power be now tested to comfort and
bless and arouse and save
SOUNDING TIE TRUMPET FOR SALIVA
TION.
The region round about the city
walls seemed to me white with cotton
such as TheniuS describes as once
growing there, and sweet with sugar
cane, and luciouS with orange and figs
and pomegranates, and redolent with
such flora as can only grow where q
tropical sun kisses the earth. And the
hour came back to me when in the
midst Of All that spicndor Herod died,
his sister Salome immedi-
ately after his death to secure the as
Sassination Of all tho chief Jews whom
he had brought to the city and shut up
IN circus for that purpose, and the
news came to the audience in the
to the excited multitude:
"Herod is dead! Hcrod is dead!
Then in my dream all the pomp of
> Jericho vanished, and gloom was added
to gloom, and desOlatiOn to desolation
and woe to woe, until, perhaps the rip
pling waters Of the Fountain of Elisha
suggesting lt-as sounds will some
times give direction to dream-I
thought that the waters Of Christ's sal
vation and the fountains "open for sin
and uncleanness" were rolling through
that plain and across that continent,
and rolling round the earth, until on
either side Of their banks all the thorns
became flowers, and all tho deserts
gardens, and all the novels mansions,
and all the funerals bridal professions.
and all the blood of war was turned
into dahlias, and all the groans became
anthems, Dante's "Inferno" became
Dante's "Divina Commedia," and "Par-
adise Lost" was submerged by "Para-
disc Regained," and tears became crys-
tails, and cruel swords came out of
foundries glisten1ng plovShares, and in
my dream at the blast of a trumpet the
Frustrated walls Of Jericho rose again.
And some one told me that as these
walls In Joshua's time at the sounding
trumpets Of doom went down, now at
the sounding trumpet of the gospel
they come up again. And I thought a
man appeared at the door Of my tent,
and L said, "Who are you and from
whence have you come" and he said,
IL am the Samaritan you heard of at
the tavern on the road from Jerusalem
to Jericho as taking care of the man
who fell among thieves. and / have
just come from healing the last wound
Of the last unfortunate in all the EARTH"
And | rose from my pillow in the tent
to greet him, and my dream broke and
| realized 1t was only a dream, but a
dream which shall become a glorious
reality as surely as God is true and
Christs gospel is the worlds Catholi-
con. "Glory be to the Father, and to
the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, as it
was at the beginning, is now and ever
shall be. world without end. Amen"
Race Riot in Georgia.
ATLANTA. Ga, Oct. Ex-Governor
Gordon tonight received this dispatch
from Mcdonald, Thomas County:
"Send one company of troops i'm
mCQtatelY to SUPPRESS riot of armed