Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-12-17

night time. so that the faces OF the
judges could not be seen, nor the
faces of the lawyers who made the
plea, and so, instead of a trial being
one of emotion, it must have been one
of cool justice. But there was one oc.
casion on this hill memorable above
all others. A little man, physically
weak. and his rhcrtoric described by
himself as contemplate, had by |. q
sermons rocked Athens with commo,
ton. and he was summoned either by
writ of law or hearty invitation 10
come upon that pulpit of rock and give
a specimen Of his theology. All the
wiseacres of Athens turned out and
turned up to hear him. The more.vcncr.
able of them sat in an mphitheatre. he
granite seats OF which are still visible,
but the other people swarmed on all
sides Of the hill and at the base Of it to
hear this man, whom some called a
fanatic, and others called mad
cap, and others blasphemer.
and others sly led contemptuously this
fellow" Paul arrived in answer to the
writ or invitation and confronted the IN
and gave them the biggest dose that
Irortais ever took. He was SO built that
nothing could scare him, and as for
Jupiter and Athena, the god and tho
goddess, whose imagines were in full
sight on the adjoining hill, ne had not
SO much regard for them as he had for
the ant that was crawling in the sand
under his feet In that audience were
the first orators of the world, and they
had voices like flutes when they were
passive and like trumpets when they
were aroused, and l think they
laughed in the sleeves OF their gowns
rs athis Notwithstanding man
rose to speak. In that audience
were Scholiasts, who knew every thing.
or thought they did, and from the end
OF the longest hair on the top of their
longest toe, they were stuffed with
with supercilious look to listen. AS
in 1889. stood ON that rock where
Paul stood, and a slab OF which
brought from Athens by consent Of the
Queen, through Mr.. Tricoupis, the
prime minister, and had placed in
yonder memorial wall. L read the
whole story, bible in hand
AS in Athens that evening in 1889,
we climbed down the pile of slippery
rocks, where all this had occurred. on
our way back to our hotel, l stood
halfway between the Acropolis and
Mars Hill in the gathering shadows Of
eventidc, I seemed to hear those two
hills in sublime and awful converse.
~ am chiefly of the past" said tho
Acropolis. II am chiefly of the flu
turc.'' replied Mars Hill. The 4.cro-
polls said: my orators are dead. My
law yivers are dead. My poets are
dead. My architects are dead. My
sculptors are dead. am monument
of the dead past. shall never again
hear o song sung. will never again
see column lifted. will
crowned" Mars Hin responded:
II. too, have had history. ! had on
my heights warriors who will never
again unsheath the sword, and Judges
who will never again utter doom ,an0
orators who will never again mike q
pea But nv influence is to be more
in the future than it ever was in the
past. The words that missionary,
Paul. altered that exciting day in the
hearing of the wisest men. and the
popula@e on nv rocky shoulders, have
only begun their majestic roll; the
brotherhood Of man. and the Christ of
God. and the peroration of resurrection
| and last Judgment with which the
Tnrsian orator closed. his sermon
that day amid the mocking crowd.
shall yet revolutionize the planet. Oh,
Acropolis! have stood here long
enough to witness that your gods are
! no gods at all. Your Boreas could not
control tine winds. Your Neptune
could not control the sea- Your Apollo
never evoked a musical note. Your
! god Ceres never grew harvest.
| Your goddess OF wisdom, Minerva,
never knew the Greek alphabet. Your
Jupiter could not handle the light
ninga But the God whom l pro.
| claimed on the day when Paul preached
before the astonished assemblage on
my rough heights. is the God of music,
| the God of wis lom, the Goa of power
the God OF merry, the God OF
| love, the God of storms, the God Of
| sunshine, the God of the land. and the
! God of the sea, the God over all,
/ blessed forever" Then, the Acropolls
spake and said. as though in selfde
Tense: my Plato argued for the i'm
mortality Of the soul, and my socrate.
praised virtue, and my Miltiades al
| lNoAAUuon AAONC O0Gh OIsc CTSldA Op'
! pressers." "Yes," said Mars Hill
your Plato laboriously guesssd at the
immortality of the soul. but my
Paul dlvinely inspired, declared
it as a fact straight from God
! Your Socrates praised virtue
but expired as q suicide. You
! Miltladc, was brave against earthly
foes, yet died from a wound ignomin
ously gotten in after defeat. But nv
Paul challenged all earth and all he'll
with this battle shout: We wrestl.
not against flesh and blood, blu,
against municipalities against powers
| against the rulers of the darkness Of
this world, against spiritual wicked
ness in high places. and then on the
2sth OF June, in the year 63, on the
road to Ostin, after the sword of tn.
headsman had given one keen stroke
took the crown OF martyrdom'
Remembered Rler Papa.