The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-10-13

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champ their bits and paw the earth and
snort at the smell of the carnage. Yonder
q group of gamblers are pitching up as to
who snan have the coat of the dying Savior.
There are women almost dead with grief
among the crowd, mis- mother and his aunt,
and some whose SORROWS he had comforted,
and whose guilt he had pardoned. Here a
man dips a sponge into sour wine, and by a
stick lifts it to the hot and cracked lips.
The hemorrhage of the five wounds has
done its work.
The atmospheric conditions are such as
the world saw never before or since. 1t was
not a solar eclipse, such as astronomers
record or we ourselves have seem 1t was a
bereavement of the heavensl Darker I'M
I'll the towers of the temple we're no longer
visible. Darkerl Until the surrounding
hills disappeared. Darker! Until the
inscription above the middle cross becomes
illegible. Darkerl Until the chin Of the
diving Lord falls upon she breast, and he
sighed with this last sigh, the words, lit is
finishedm
As we sat there a silence took possession
of US, and we thought: This is the center
from which continents have been touched
and all the world shall yet be moved.
Toward this hill the prophets pointed for
ward. Toward this hill the apostles and
martyrs pointed backwa To this all
heaven pointed downward. To this, with
foaming execrations perdition pointed up
ward. Round it circles all history, all time.
all eternity, and with this scene painters
have covered the mightiest canvas, and
sculptors cut the richest marble, and orches-
tras rolled their grandest oratorlos, and
churches lifted their greatest doxologles,
and heaven built its highest thrones.
Unable longer to endure the pressure OF
this scene, we moved on, and into garden
IF olivac orardan which in the RIGHT season
is full of flowers, and here is the reputed
tomb of Christ. You know the book says,
.'In the midst of the garden was a sepul-
cher" think this was the garden and this
the sepulcher. 1t is shattered, of course.
About four steps down we went into this,
which seemed a family tomb. There is
room in it for about five bodies. We meas
eight feet high, and nine feet
S--ae, and fourteen feet long. The
crypt where | think our Lord slept was
seven feet long. l think that there once
ray the king wrapped in his last slumber.
On some of these rocks. the Roman govern
ment set its seal At the gate of this
mausoleum on the first Easter morning,
the angels rolled the stone, laundering
down the bill Up these steps walked the
lacerated feet of the conqueror, and from
these nights, he looked off upon the city
that had cast him out, and upon the world
he had come TO redeem, and at the heavens
through which he would soon ascend.
But we must hasten back to the city.
There are stones in the wall which Solomon
had lifted. Stop here and see a startling
proof of the truth of prophecy. In Jere-
miah XXI, 40, it is said that Jerusalem
shall be built through the ashes. What
ashes, the people have been askinga Were
those ashes just put into the prophecy to
M MOI ha mir haC ham racantlu
discovered. Jerusalem is now being built
out in a certain direction where the
ground has been submitted to chemical anal
ysis, and it has been found to be the ashes
cast out from the sacrifices ssof the ancient
temple, ashes of the wood and ashes of
bones of animals. There are great mounds
of ashes, accumulation Of centuries of sac
rifices 1t has taken all these thousands Of
years to discover what Jeremiah meant
when he said: behold the days shall come
saith the Lord that the city shall be built to
the Lord from the tower of Hananeel unto
the gate of the corner, and the whole
valley of the dead bodies and Of the ashes"
The people of Jerusalem are at this very
time fulfilling that prophecy. One hand
full of that ashes on which they are
building enough to prove the divinity
of the Scripturesl Pass by the
place w ere the cornerstone of tho
ancient tenn ole was laid three thousand
years ago by Solomon. Explorers have
been digging, and they found that corner
stone seventy-five feet beneath the surface
1t is fourteen feet long, and three feet eight
inches high, and beautifully cut and shaped,
and near it was an earthen jar. that was
supposed to have contained the oil of con-
secration used at the ceremony of laying
the cornerstone. Yonder, from a depth of
forty feet, a signet ring has been brought up,
IneQriba with tho xgOrdQ tAIaoryai ha
of Shebnaiah," showing it belonged to the
prophet Haggai, and to that seal ring he re-
ferS in his prophecy, saying, 81 will make
thee as a signet.n | walk further on, far
under ground and l find myself in Solomon's
stables, and see the places worn in the stone
pillars by the halters of some of his twelve
thousand horses. Further on, look at the
pillars on which Mount Moriah was built.
You know that the mountain was too small
for the temple, and so they built the noun
tain out on pillars, aud | saw eight of
those pillars, each one strong enough to hold
a mountain.
Here we enter the Mosque of Omar. a
throne of Mohammedanism, where we are
met at the door by officials who bring
slippers that we must put on before we
take a step further. lest our feet polIute the
sacred places. A man attempting to go in
without these slippers would be struck dead
Oil bhc opOJ. 1noSS dhKWdrQ sandals aQ-
justed as we'll as we could, we are led to
where we see rock with an opening in it
through which, no doubt, the blood of sacri-
fee in the ancient temple rolled down and
away. At vast expense the mosque has
been built, but so bsomber is the place am
glad to get through it and take off the cum
brous slippers, and step into the clear air.
4onder is curve Of stone which is part
of a bridge which once reached from Mount
Moriah to Mount Zion, and over it David
walked or rode to prayers in the temple.
Here is the wailing place of the Jews where
for centuries almost perpetually during the
day time, whole generations of the Jews
have stood putting their head or lips
mons temple. 1t was one of the saddest
and most solemn and impressive
scenes | ever witnessed to see scores
of these descendants of Abraham with
tears rolling down their cheeks. and lips
trembling with emotion, book of
psalms open before them, bewailing the
ruin of the ancient temple and the captivity
of their race. and crying to God for the
restoration of the temple in all its original
splendor. Most affecting scenel And such
prayer as that century after century,
am sure God will answer. and in some way
the departed grandeur will return, or some
thing better. looked over the shoulders
of some of them and saw that they were
reading from the mournful psalms of David,
while have been told that this is the litany
which some chant:
For the temple that lies desolates