Sharp County record., 1890-11-27
A NIGHT AT BETHEL.
Or. Talmage's Seventh F'scourse OF
tho Holy Land Series.
A Last Look at Jerusalem and EXT
Therefrom Through the Damascus
Gate a Night at Bethel and
The Story 1t Recalls.

| Following is the seventh ulscourso VI
the series on the Holy Land by Rev. 1.
Dewitt Talmage, delivered in Brook
lyn and New York City, from the text:
Sol lifted up mine eyes the way toward
the north.-EZekicl will, o.
At one o'clock on December after
noon, through Damascus gate, we are
passing out OF Jerusalem for journey
homeward Hol for Bethel with its
stairs, the bottom step Of which was
stone pillow, and Jacobs well with its
immortal collaquy, and Nazareth with
its Divine boy in his fathers carpenter
shop, and the most glorious lake that
ever rippled or flashed:
| Blue Galilee, sweet Galilee,
The lake where Jesus loved to bej
and Damascus with its crooked street
called Straight and hundred places
charged and surcharged with apostolic,
evangelistic, prophetic, patriarchal,
kingly and Christly "reminiscences.
In travelling along the roads OF Pales-
tine, | am impressed as | could not
otherwise have been, with the fact that
Christ for the most part went afoot.
We find Him occasionally on a boat,
and once riding in a triumphal process
sion, as it is sometimes called, although
it seems to me that the hosannas OF the
crowd could not have made ride on a
stubborn unimpressive and funny Great
hot ,,,hi ioh tapnI With ii inn
into Jerusalem, very much of a triumph.
But we are made to understand that gen.
orally 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 Jerusalem. Well,
any man in ordinary health cen walk
two mikes without fatigue. But not
more than one man out of thousand
can walk ilom Bethany to Jerusalem
without exhaustion. 1t ia over the
Mount of Olives, and you must climb up
among the rolling stones and descend
where exertion is necessary to keep
you from falling prostrate. |, who am
accustomed to walk fifteen or twenty
miles without lassitude, tried part of
this road over the Mount of Olives, and
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 oven
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
a trot and sometimes on gallop, to
do it this week. The way is mountain
GUS in tho extreme. TO those who went
mp to tho Tip-Top House on Mount
Washington, before the railroad was
laid, will say that this journey from
Jerusalem to Nazareth is like seven
such American journeys. So, up and
down and across and recrossing Pal
estine, Jesus walked. Ahab rode,
David rode, Solomon rode, Herod rode,
Antony rode. But Jesus walked. With
swollen ankles, and sore muscles of the
legs, and bruised heel ard stiff joints,
and painting lungs, and faint head,
along the roads, and where there were
no roads at all, Jesus walked.
We tried to get new horse other
than that on which we had ridden on
tho journey to the Dead Sea, for he had
faults which our close acquaintanceship
had developed. But after some expert
menting with other quadrupeds Of that
species, and finding all horses, like
their riders, have faults, we concluded
to choose a saddle on that beast whose
faults we wero most prepared to pity or
resist, We rode down through the val
ley and then tip on Mount Scopus and,
as our dragoman tells us that this is tho
last opportunity wo shall have Of look
ing at Jerusalem, we turn our horses
head towards the city and take long,
sad and thrilling look at the religious
capital of our planet This Is tho
most impressive view Of the most
tremendous city OF all time. On
and around this hill tho armies
OF tho Crusaders at the first sight OF tho
city threw themselves on their faces in
worship, Hero most Of the besieged
armies oncamped the night before open
ing their volleys OF death against Jeru-
salon. Our last loolS Farewell,
Mount Zion, Mount Moriab, Mount of
0lives, Mount Calvaryl VIII we never
soc them again? Mover The world is
so large and time is so short and there
are so many things we have never seen
ut all, that we can not afford to dupli-
cato visits or 500 any thing more than
once, Farewell, yonder thrones Of gray
rock, and the three thousand years OF
architecture and battlo-helds. Fare
we'll, sacred, saguinary triumphant,
humiliated Jerusaleml Across this val
10y OF tho Kedron with my right hand
| throw thoo kiss OF valedictory. Our
last look, lilSo our arst look, an agita-
tion Of body, mind and soul, indoscrib-
able
And now, like Ezekiel In my text |
MT up mino oyos tho way toward tho
north. Near horo was ono Of tho worst
tragedies OF tho ages mentioned In tho
Bible, A hospitahlo old man coming
homo at ovontido from his work In tho
fields finds two strangers, husband
and wife, propoSlnQ TO lodge In tho