The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1891-12-02


naG Lae ancestors Of these Greclans on
Mars Hill Or themselves ever heard or
witoesscu such tornadOss OF, moral
power as that with Thlch Paul new
WGeimeu his hearers. At tnose Two
thoughts ct resurrection and Judgment
the audience sprang to their feet. Some
moved they adjourn to some other day
to near more Oh the same theme, but
Others wOu!u have torn the sacred orator
90 pieces.
Tne rec;r>; says: some mocked." 1
suppose 1t lusaus that they m1mlcked
the So!eluni!y OF his voice; that they
took of his .!upassioned seSJicuiations,
and they cried out: Jew. Jew. Where
did you study rhetoric? You ought to
hear our or:.ors speak, You had bot
ter go BECK 10 your business OF tent
making. Oar Lycurgus knew more IN
d minute than you viii know In a month.
Say, where t4d you get that crooked
oack, and tDoSo weak eyes from? Ha.
Id. Oh try 70 teach us Greclans. What
nonsense you talk about when you
speak Of RESURRECTION and judgment.
y OF, little CID man, climb down the side
OF Nacs Hill anu get out OF sight as
SOON as possible. some mecked."
But that scene adjourned to tAe day OF
which the sacred orator had spoken
the day cf resurrection and judgment.
AS IL Athens, that evening in 1889,
We climbed doTn the pile OK slippery
rocks, wl!ere al this had occurred, On
our way back to cur hotel, stood half
way between the Acropons aud Mars
IL the gathering shadows OF eveattde,
j.! seemed 10 aesr those Two nils IN sub
LINE and awful converse Il arp chief
ly Of the past said the Acropolis. Il
AN chiefly Of the future" replied Mars
Hill. TIE Acr0pols said: My orators
are dead. My laWgiyers are dead. My
poets are dead. Ny architects are deaG.
Ny scuptors are dead. ! am (. roonu-
n-uU OF the dead past. 1snali mover,
never again hear song sung. lWnl
never again see a column lifted. I
will never again behold a goddess
crowned"
/ Mars Hill responded: u too, ha7ea
history. l had Oh NY heights warriors
VINO viii never again unshestn the
sword, and judges VINO viii never again
utter Goou and orators who Will
never again make q plea. But my In
tiusnca IS to De more il the future thah
1t ever WAS in the past. The words that
missionary, Paul, uttered thas e1citlng
uay in the hearing Of the Tlsest men
anst the popuLace on my rocky Shout
deTS have only Degun their majestic
role; tie brotherhood Of man, and the
Christ OF God. and the per0ratlen OF
resurrection ana last judgment with
| which the Tarsian orator closed his ser
mon that day amid the mocklng crowd
stall yet revolutlonizc the planet. On,
Accopo.ls. / have stood here long
enough 10 witness thaS your gods are
no gods at al. Your Boreas could not
coutro, the winds. Your Neptune could
not manage the sea. Your Apollo
neve: evoked a musical note. Your
goa Ceres never grew u harvest. Your
goddess Of VISION, Minerva, never
knew the Greek alphabet. Your Jupl.
Ter could not handle the Hghtnlngs.
But the Goa whom I proclaimed on the
day when Paul preached before the
astoulded asSeluDlage on my rough
heights Is the God CT music, the God of
wisdom, the God Of power, the God OF
love, tne God Of Storms, the God ofsuI-
shine, the God OF Jhe land and the God
OF the sea, the God over all, blessed for
ever
Then the Acropolis spske and said,
as though in self detense, My Plato
argued Tor the Immortality Of the soul,
and my Socrates praised vlrtue, and my
Miitiaues at Marathon drove back the
Persian oppTessors." Yes, said Mars
Hin, your Plato iaboriously guessed at
the Immortality OF the soul, but nay
Paul, diy1nely inspired, declared 1t as
fact straight from God. Your Socrates
praised virtue, but expired as suicide.
Your Miltiades was brave against
earthly foes, yet died from wound
| ignominionsiy gotten IN after defeat.
But my Paul challenged all earth aad
all he'll with this battle shout. we
vrestle not against flesh and blood, bus
against princlp palities, against powers
acainst the rulers OF the darkness OF
this world, against spiritual "1ckeo-
ness in high places, and then on sno>
29th of June, in the year 66, on the
road to Ostia, after the sword OF the
headsman had given one keen stroke,
took the crown Of martyrdom.
After a moments silence by both
hill. the Acropclis moanetl out in the
darkness. ".Alas! Alas!w and Mars Hill
responded, "IIosannah! Hosannah!"
Then the voices OF both hills became
indiStinct, and as | passed on and away
in the twilight I seemed to hear only
two sounds-a fragment Of Pentelicon
maruls from the architrave of the
Acropolis dropping down on the ruins
Of shattered idol, and the other sound
seemed to come from the rock oil Mars
Hill, from which we had just descend
ed. But we we're by this time SO far
off that the fragments of sentences
were smslier when dropping from Mars
Hill than were the fragments OF fallen
marble on the Acropolis, and could
only hear parts of disconnected SEN
tences waited On the night air-"God
who made the Torld"-"of one bloed
all nations '-"appolDted day in which
he will judge the world'-"raised from
the dead"
AS that night in Athens I put my
tired head OIL my pillow, and the ex-
citing scenes of the day passed through
my mind, I thought on the same sub.
ject on which, as boy, | made nay
commencement speech II Niblo's thea
ter Oh graduation day from the New
York university, viz, The moral effects
OF sculpture and architecture" but
further than I could have thought in
boyhood, l thought in Athens that
night that the NORA effects Of architec-
ture and sculpture depend on what you
do In greas 6uilings after they are put
up, and upon the character Of the men
whose form. you cut in the marble.
Yea. / thought that night what
struggles the martyrs went through in
order that in our time the Gospel night
have full swing; and l thought that
night what brainy religion II must bs
that could ABSORB q hero like him whom
we have considered to-day, man the
superior OF the whole human race, the
iniideiS but pigmies or honuncnli com
pared with MIN; and thought what
rap.urous consideration it is that