Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-10-20

paiCn, visited us here at Hawarden and. walk
told me very beautiful incident He said:
After the war IN Africa was over, we
were on the march and we had soldier with a
to go along with MS and we did
not dare to leave him to be taken care of by
savages. but we found we were compelled to
leave him and We went into the house of a
woman who was said to be very kind woman.
| though of the race of savages, and We said:
! Here is sick man, and if you will take care
OF him I'll be gets gets well we will pay you very
| that which would ordinarily be offered, hoping
| by the excess Of pay to secure for him great
kindness: The he, won woman nan replied: u will not Tot
not want your money But leave him here, and
will take care of him for the sake of the love
| of God.h "
Mr.. Gladstone turned to me and said: "Dr
Talmage, don't you think that though she be-
longed to race of savages that was pure re-
ligion?" And answered: Il do:I do" May
God multiply all the world over the number OF
good Samaritansi
But our procession of sight-seers is again in
line, and here we pass through deep ravine
and cry to the dragoman: David, what place
do you call this?' and he replied: This is the
brook Cherith, where Elijah was fed by the
ravens" And In that answer he overthrow my
lifelong notions of the place where Elijah was
waited on by the black servants of the sky. A
brook to me had meant a slight depression of
ground, and stream fordable and perhaps
Is feet wide. But here chasm that
earthquake must have scooped out with its
biggest shovel split with its migEtiest battle
axe. Six hundred feet deep is it. and the brook
Cherlth is a river, which. when in full iorce, is
a silver wedge, splitting the mountains into
precipices. The feathered descendants of
Elijah's ravens still wing their way across this
ravIne, but are not like the crows we supposed
them to be. They are as large as eagles. and
one of them could carry in its beak and clnched
claw at once enough food for half-dozen
Enjahs.
MORE EMPHASIS ON MUSIC.
Seated by the warmth of our camp-fres that
evening of December 6, amid the bricks and
debris of Jericho, and thinking what poor
music has done and what mightier things could
be accomplished by the blessings of God on
good music, l said to myself: Ministers have
been doing a grand work, and sermons have
been blessed, but would 1t not be well for us to
put more emphasis on music? Oh, for CAM
paign of Old Hundred! Oh. for a brigade of
Mount Pisgahs! oh, for a cavalry charge of
Coropationsi Oh, for an army of Antiochs and
st. Martins and Arielsi Oh, for enough orches-
tral batons lifted, to marshal all nations! As
Jericho was surrounded by poor music
for seven days and was conquered. so
by good gospel music. and the round planet
will all be taken for God. Not a
wall of opposition, not a throne of tyranny, not
palace of sin. not an enterprise of unrignt-
eousness could stand the mighty throb of such
atmospheric pulsaton. Music! 1t sounded at
the laying of creations cornerstone when the
morning stars sang together. MUSIC! 1t Will
be the last reverberation. when the archangeps
trumpet shall wake the dead. Musici Let its
full power be now tested to comfort and bless
and arouse and save.
While our evening meal is being prepared in |
the tents, we walk out for moment to the |
Fountain of Elisha" the one into which the
prophet threw the salt, because the waters were |
poisonous and bitter. and 10! they became |
sweet and healthy; and ever since, with gurgle |
and laughter, they have rushed down the hill, |
and leaped from the rocks. the only cheerful |
object in all that region being these waters.
Now on this plain of Jericho the sun is SET |
ting, making the mountains look like bal |
ustrades and battlements of amber and maroon |
and gold: and the moon, just above the crests, |
immortals might be looking down upon the |
scene. Three Arabs as watchmen sit beside |
the campfire at the doot of my tent, their low |
conversation in a strange Language all night |
long soothing rather than an Interruption l |
had dream that nj ght never to be forgotten
that dream amid the complete ruins of Jericho. |
Its past grandeur returned. and l saw the city
as II was when Mark Antony gave il to Cleo
patra and Herod bought it from her. And l |
heard the hoofs of its swift sieeds and the
rumbling OF its charIots and the shouts of ex-
cited spectators in its amphltheater.
A REALISTIC DREAM.
The region round about the city walls seemed
to me white with cotton such as Theuius de-
scribes as once growing there, and sweet with
sugar cane, and luscious with orange and figs
and pomegranates. and redolent wit such flora
as can only grow where tropical sun kisses the
earth. And the hour came back to me when in
the midst of all that splendor Herod died COM
manding his sister Salolne Immediately after
his death to secure the assassination of all the
chief Jews whom he had brought to the city.
and shut up IN a circus for that purpose, and
the news came TO the audience IN the theater
as some one took the stage. and announced
to the excited multitude: "Herod is deadl
Herod is dead!" Then in my ream,
all the pomo of Jericho vanished and gloom
was added TO gloom, and desolation to desola- +
ton, and woe to woe, until perhaps the ripping
as sounds will sometimes give direction to
a dream-I thought that the waters of Chrst's
salvation and the fountains ''open for sin and
uncleanness," were rolling through that plain
and rolling across that continent, and rolling
round the earth until on either side of their
banks all the thorns became flowers, and all the
deserts gardens. and all the novels mansions
and all the funerals bridal professions and ali |
the blood of war was turned into dahlias and
all the groans became anthems. and Dante's In
Ierno became Dantes Diylna Commedia and
Paradise Lost was submerged by Paradise Re-
gained and tears became crystals. and cruel
swords came out of foundries glistening
and. iu my dream, at the blast of
a trumpet the prostrated 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 trum- !
pet OF the gospel they come up again. And
thought man appeared at the door of my
tent, and i said: who are you and from |
whence have you Gomez" and he said, 81 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 L |
rose from my pillow in the tent to greet him |
and my dream broke, and realized it was only
L dream, bat dream which shall become a
glorious reality as surely as God is true and
Christs gospel is the worlds Catholicon. |
GLORY be to the Father. and to the Son, and to |
she Holy Ghost, as it was in the beginning is
now, and ever Shall be, world without end.
Amen"