The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1890-12-17
Star Of peace! beam DER the billow.
Bless the soul that sighs for thee;
Bless the sailors lonely pillow,
Far far ar apo

Here at Capsrnaum, the Arabs having in
their arms carried US ashore to the only
plaza where our Lord ever had pastorete,
and we stepped amid the ruins Of the church
where He preached again and again and
again-the synagogue whose rich sculptur-
ing lay there, not as when others see it in
springtime covered with weeds and loath.
some with reptiles, but in that December
weather completely uncovered to our agl-
tated and intense gaze? On one stone Of that
synagogue is the sculpturing Of pot OF
mama, an artistic commemoratlon OF the
time when the Israelites were fed by mamma
in the wilderness, and to which sculpturing
no doubt Christ pointed upward while He
was preaching that sermon on this very spot
in which He said: "Not as our fathers did eat
mama and are dead; he that eateth Of this
bread shall live forever" Wonderful Ca
pernaumi Scene of more miracles than any
place in oil the earth! Blind eyes klndling
with the.morning. Withered arms made to
pulsate. Lepers blooming into health. The
dead girl terminated.
These Arab tents which on this December
day find in Palestine disappear, and L see
Capernaum as it was when Jesus was pastor
of the church here. Look at that wealthy
home, the architecture, the marble front,
the upholstery, the slaves in uniform at the
doorway. It is the residence OF courtler or
Herod, probably Chuza by name, his wife
Joanna, a Christian disciple. But something
is the matter. The slaves are in great e1-
element and the courtier living there runs
down the front steps and takes horse and
puts him at full run across the country. The
boy of that nobleman is dying Of typhoid
fever. All the doctors have failed to give
relief. But about five miles up the country,
at Cana, there is divine doctor, Jesus by
name, and the agonized father has gone for
Him, and with what earnestness those can
understand who have had dying child in
the house. This courtier cries to Christ,
Come down ere my child diep'
While the father Is absent, and at o'clock
In the afternoon, the people watching the
dying boy see change In the countenance,
and Joanna the mother, on one side OF his
couch, says: "Why, this darling is getting
we'll: the fever has broken. See the prespira-
ton on his forehead. Did any Of you give
him any new kind Of medicinep "No," Is
the answer. The boy turns on his pillow,
his delirium gone and asks for something to
eat and says: "Where's father" Oh, he has
gone up to Cana to get a young doctor or
about thirty-one years Of age. But no doctor
is needed now in this house at Capernaum.
The people look at the sun dial to see what
time it is, and eeit is just past noon and
o'clock. Then they start out and meet tue
returning father and as soon as they come
within speaking distance they shout at the
ton of their voices: Your boy is getting
well.n sis it possible?' says the father,
s'When did the change for the better take
placer Zone o'clock" is the answer. Why"
saws the courtier, "that is just the hour that
Jesus said to me Thy son iveth.' One
o'clock.
As they gather at the evening meal what
eladness on all the countenances in that
home at Capernaum The mother, Joanna,
has not had sleep for many nights, and she
now falls off into delightful slumber. Ths
father. Chuza, the Herodian courtier, worn
out with anxiety as well as BY tho rapid
Journey to and from Cana, Is soon in restu
Inconsistencies. Joanna was Christian
before, but I warrant she was more OF
accept the Christ who had cured his boy3
Is there in all the earth parent so migrate.
full for the convalescence or restoration Of
an imreriled child as not to 60 into room
and kneel down and make surrender to the
almighty love that came to the rescue7
The mightiest agency in the universe is
prayer, and it turns even the Almighty. 1t
decides the destinies Of individuals families
and nations. During our sad civil war
gentleman was guest at the White House
in Washington, and he gives this incident.
TIC SAYS udu Ocou GO "S0ho
in the White House with Mr.. Lincoln as his
guest. One night-it was just after the bat
tie of Bull Run-I was restless and could not
sleep. I was repeating the part which was
to take in public performance. The hour
was past midnight. Indeed, it was coming
near to tho dawn when I heard low tones
proceeding from a private room where the
President slept. The door was partly oDen.
1nstlncr1vely walked In, and there saw
sight which l shall never forget. 1t was the
President kneeling before an open Bible.
1.-THE light was turned low in the room.
His back was turned toward me: For mo-
ment I was silent as 1 stood looking in
amazement and wonder. Then he cried out
In tones so pitiful and sorrowful: oh, Thou
God that heard Solomon in the night when
he prayed for wisdom, hear mel / cannot
lead this people, Icanuot guide the affairs of
this nation without Thy help. am poor and
weak and sinful. Oh, God, who didst hear