Connecticut western news., 1890-12-03
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children down the precipice and then leaped after them to his own death.

children down the precipice and then leaped after them to his own death.
 Now, ye Arab oarsmen, row on with swifter stroke, for we want before noon to land at Capernaum, the three years home of Jesus. But before arrival there we are to have new experience. The lake that had been smooth surface begins to break up into roughness. The air which all the morning made our sail almost useless suddenly takes Hold of our boat with grip astonishing, and our poor craft begins to roll and pitch and tumble, and in five minutes we pass from a calm to violence. The contour of this lake among the hills is an invitation to hurricanes. used to wonder why it was that on so limited a sheet of water a bestormed boat in Christ's time did not put back to shore when hurricane was coming won der no more On that lake an atmos- pheric fury gives no warning, and the change we saw in five minutes made me feel that the boat in which Christ sailed may have been skillfully managed when the tempest struck it and the wild i'm portanate cry went up, "Lord save us or we perishp'. I had all along that morning been reading from the New Testament the story of occurrences on and around that lake But our Bible was closed now, and it was as much as we could do to hold fast and wish for the land.
 If the winds and the waves had con- tinued. to increase in violence the fol lowing fifteen minutes in the same ra- tio as in the first five, and we had been still at their mercy, our bones would have been bleaching in the bot tom of Lake Genne saret instead of our being here to tell the story; but the same Power that rescued the fishermen of old today safely landed our party. What Christ for rough weather! All the sailor boys ought to fly to him as did those Galilean mariners All you in the forecastle, and all you who run up and down the slippery ratlines, take to sea with you him who with quiet word sent the winds back through the mountain gorges. Some of you Jack Tars to whom these words will come need to ''tack ship" and change your course if you are going to get across this sea of life safely and gain the heavenly harbor. Belay there. Ready | about! Helms a-lee! Mainsail haul Star of peace! beam OCT the billow Bless the soul that sighs for thee;
 Bless the sailors lonely pillow,
 Far. far at sea.
 Here at Capernaum, the Arabs hav- 1 ing in their arms carried us ashore to the only place where our Lord ever had pastorate, and we stepped amid | the ruins of the church where he preached again and again and again, l the synagogue, whose rich sculpturing lay there, not as when others see it in spring time covered with weeds and l Ioathsome with reptiles, but in that De cember weather completely uncovered to our agitated and intense gaze. On one stone of that synagogue is the sculpturing of pot of mama, ar atk1st1c vcommemoration of the time 1 when the Israelites were fed by manns int the wilderness, and to which sculp tufing no doubt Christ pointed up l wArd while he was preaching that ser ntbn on this very spot in which. he said. Mot as your fathers did ea1 n1hura sand are dead; he that eatetI ot Hakbrestd shall live forever" Won d9rful Capernaum. Scene of more miracles than any place in all the earth! Blind eyes kindling with the morning. Withered arms made to pull sate. Lepers blooming into health The dead girl reanimated.
 These Arab tents, which on this De cember day find in Palestine, disap pear, and I see Capernaum as it wal when Jesus was pastor of the churcl here. Look at that wealthy home, tn. architecture, the marble front, the up holstery, the slaves in uniform at tho doorway. It is the residence of { courier of Herod, probably Chuza b, name, his wife Joanna, a Christian disciple. But something is the matter The slaves are in great excitement, ane the courier living there runs dow1 l puts him at full run across the country The boy of that nobleman is dying O typhoid fever. All the doctors hav' failed to give relief. But about f1v' miles up the country, at Cana, there i a divine doctor, Jesus by name, ant the agonized father has gone for him
 and with what earnestness those cal understand who have had a dying chilt in the house. This courier cries tt Christ, Come down ere my chilt die!"
 AFTER THE NOTED DOCTOR.
 | While the father is absent, and at
 o'clock in the afternoon, the peopl
 watching the dying boy see a change i, the countenance, and Joanna, tn Lmother, on one side of his couch, says ''Why, this darling is getting well j. the fever has broken. See the precipitation him any new kind of medicineT' No, j is the answer. The boy turns on his pillow, his delirium gone, and asks fol something to eat and says: "Where's father2" Oh, he has gone up to Cana to get a young doctor of about 31 years of age. But no doctor is needed now in this house at Capernaum. The peo pie look at the sun dial to find what time of the day it is and see it is just past noon and 1 o'clock. Then they start out and meet the returning father and as soon as they come within speak
 ing distance they shout at the top O.
 their voices, ''Your boy is getting
 well!" 'Ts it possibleg' says the father
 When did the change for the bettel