The Wahpeton times., 1890-11-20
a I,MA GE'S TRIP
What he Saw Along tile
Country Roads in Pales.
tine.
Scriptural Events Treated
Like Ordinary Modern
Affairs.

Like Ordinary Modern
Affairs.
BROOKLYN Special.-Dr Talmage took for
h:s text: So I lifted up mine oyes the way
toward the north. (Ez. VIII. 81 and said:
In travelling along the roads Of Palestine,
am impressed as Icould not otherwise have
bsen, with the fact that Christ for the most
part :. went afoot. We find Him occa.
sionally on boat, and once riding on n tri.
umphal procession, as It is sometimes
called, although it seams to me that the
hosannas Of the crowd could not have made
. ride on stubborn, unimpressive and
funny creature like that which pattered with
But we are made to uis jstand that general.
y He walked. How much that means only
those know who have gone over the distance
traversed by Christ We are accustomed to
read that Bethany is two miles from Jer.
usa'em: Well any man with ordinary health
can walk two miles without fatigue But
not more than one man out ofa thousand
can walk from Bethany to Jerusalem without
exhaustion. 1t is over the Mount of Olives
and you must climb up among the rolling
stones and descend where exertion is neces-
sary TO keep you from falling prostrate l.
who am accustomed to walk Is or 20 miles
without lnssitude, tried part of this road
over the Mount of Olives nu d confess would
not want to try it often, such demand does
It make upon ones physical energies Yet
Christ walked it twice day-in the morning
from bethany to Jerusalem, and in the even.
ing from Jerusalem to Bethany.
Likewise it seemed small thing that Christ
walked from Jerusalem to Nazareth But it
will take us four days OF hard horseback
riding, sometimes on trot and some
times tin on a gallop to do it this week.
The way is mountainous in the extreme.
To those who went up to The Tip.Top
House on Mount Washington, before the
railroad was laid, will say that this Journey
from Jerusalem to Nazareth is like seven
buch American journeys. So all up and down
and across and recrossing Palestine, Jesus
rode. Herod rode. Antony rode. But Jesus
walked: with swollen ankles and sore mus
rles of the legs, and bruised heel and stiff
Joints and painting lungs and faint head,
along the roads, and where there were no
roads ut oil, Jesus walked.
Wetried to get Il new horse other than that
on which we hnd ridden on the journey TO
the Dead Sea- for he had faults which our
close acquaintanceslip had developed. But
utter some experimenting with other quad
rureds OF that species. and finding thnt all
horses, like their riders, have faults, We con-
cluded to choose saddle OIL that beast
whose faults we were most prepared to pity
or resist. We rode down through the valley
and then up on Mount Scopus and. as our
dragoman tells US that this is the last op.
portunity we shallhave of looking at Jcrus;l.
lem. we turn onr horses head towards
the city and take long. sad and thrilling
look at the religious capital OF our planet.
This is the most impressive view of the most
tremendous city of all time. On aud around
this hill the armies of the crusaders Mt the
first sight Of the city threw themselves ON
their 1aces in worship. Here most OF the
bese'ced armies encnmped the night before
opening their volleys OF death against Jeru-
salem. Our last look! Farewell Mount
Zion, Mount Moriah, Mount OF Olives,
Mount Calvary! Will we never see them
again? Never The world is so large and
time is SO Short and there are so many
things We have never seen at all, that we
cannot afford to duplicate visits or see any,
thing moro than once. Farewell yonder
thrones OF gray rock, and tho 5000 years OF
architecture and bnttlctields. Farewell
sacred, sanguinary, triumphant, humiliated
Jerusalem Across this valley Of the ked-
ron with my right hand I throw thee al kiss
OF vaedictory. Our lust look, like our first
look. an AGITATION OF body, mind and soul,
indescribable
And now, like Ezekiel in my text, Lift
up mine eyes the way toward the north
Near here was one of tho worst tragedies OF
the ages. mentioned in the Bible. hos.
pitable old man coming home ut eyentide
from his work in the fields. finds two
strangers. u husband and wife, proposing
to lodge i'll the street because no shelter is
offered them, and invites them to come
in and spend the night in his
home: During the night, the ruffians OF the
neighborhood conspired together, and sur.
rounded the house and left the woman dead
on the doorstep, and the husband to rally
in revenge the II tribes cut the corpse of the
woman into IL parts and sent q twel tn of
it to each tribe. and the fury OF tho nation
was aroused and peremptory demand was
made Tor the surrender OF tho assassins and,
the demand refused, in one day &c, 900 peo.
pie were left dead OH the field and the next
day $4,000. Wherever our horse to-day
plants his foot, in those ancient times q
corpse lay, and the roads were crossed by
red rivulcts sof carnage.
Now we pass on to where seven youths
were put to death and their bodies gibbeted
or hung in chains, not for an ything they had
themselves done, but as q reparntion for
what their father and grandfather Saul, had
DONE Burial was denied these youths from
May until November. Rizpai,, the mother
of two of these dead boys. appoints herself
beak of raven and tooth of wolf and paw of
lion. She pitches a black tent on the rock
close by the gibbets. Rizpah by day sits on
the ground i'll front of her tent, and when q
yulture begins to lower out of the MONDAY
sky seeking ntainE its. its prey amcng the Glib.
in the wind. and, swinging. her arms
wildly about. SHOES away the bird of
prey until it retreats to its eyrie. At night
she rests under the shadow of her tent and
sometimes falls into drowsiness of half
sleep. But the step of jackal among the
dry leaves or the painting of a hyena arouses
her, and with the fury OF u maniac she rushes
out upon the rock crying. "Awayl ;iway!'
and then examining the gibbets to see that
they still keep their burden, retnrns again to
her tent till some whooping wing from the
midnight sky or some growing monster on
the rock again wakes her.
A mother watching her dead children
through May, June, July, August, Septem-
ber and October! What vigil! Painters
have tried to put upon canvass the scene and
they succeeded in sketching the hawks in
the sky md the panthers crawling cut from
the jungle, but they taiI to give the wanness,
the earnestness, the supernatural courage,
the infinite selfsacritice OF Rizpah, the
mother. A mother in the quiet home watch
ing by the casket of dead child for one
night exerts the artist to his utmost but
who is sufficient to put upon canvass moth
er for six months Of midnights guarding her
whole family, dead and gbbeted upon the
mountains? Go home, Mzpahl You must
be awiully tired. You are sacrificing your
reason and your life ior those whom you
can never bring back again to your bosom.
As l say that from the darkest midnight of
the century Rizpah turns upon me and cries;
'.How dare you tell me to 20 home? am
mother. ! am not tired. You might as
well exDect God to Qet tired us for mother