The Forrest City times., 1891-11-27

granite seats of which are still visible
 but the other people swarmed on al sides of the hill and at the base of it te hear this man, whom some called | fanatic, and others called mad
 cap, and others blasphemer' and others styled contemptuously "tnii fellow" Paul arrived in answer to the
 writ or invitation and confronted then
 and gave them the biggest dose tha,
 mortals ever took. He was so built thai
 nothing could scare him, and as for
 Jupiter and Atheuia, the god and tho goddess, whose imagines were in full sight on the adjoining hill, he had not
 so much regard for them as he had TOT
 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 think they laughed in the sleeves of their gowns
 as x. this looking man rose to speak. In that audience
 were Scholiasts, who knew erything. or thought they did, and from the end of the longest hair on the top of their cran1ums to the end of the nail on the longest toe, they were stuffed with nypercriticism and they leaned back with supercilious look to listen. As l in 1889, I stood on that rock where Paul stood, and a slab of which l brought from Athens by consent of the Queen, through Mir. Tricoupis, the prime minister, and had placed In wonder memorial wall, I read the whole story, bible iu 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 eventide. 1 seemed to hear those two hills in sublime and awful converse.
 .sI am chiefly of the past" said the Metropolis. II am chiefly of the fu- ture.' replled Mars Hill. The .-cro- polls said: My orators are dead. My law yivers are dead. My poets are dead My architects are dead. My sculptors are dead. l am monument of the dead past. l shall never again hear a song sung. l will never again see column lifted. 1 will never again behold n goddess crowned" Mars Hill responded:
 "I. too, have had a history. l had on my heights warriors who will never again unsheath the sword, and judges who will never again utter a doom, ,ano orators who will never again make a p.ea But my influence is to be more in the future than it ever was in the past. The words that missionary,
 Paul. uttered that exciting day in the hearing of the wisest men and the populaee on my rocky shoulders. have only begun their ma 5estic roll; the brotherhood of man. and the Christ of God, and the peroration of resurrection and last judgment with mich the Tarsian orator closed his sermon that day amid the mocking crowd. shall yet revolutionize the planet. Oh,
 Acropolis 1 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 musical note. Your god Ceres never grew harvest
 Your goddess Of wisdom, Minerva, never knew the Greek alpha bet. Your Jupiter could not handle the light nings. But the God whom I pro- ,lalmed 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 mercy, the tod 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 Acropolis spake and said, as though in self-de- fense: My Plato argued for the inn mortality of the soul, and my Socrates praised virtue, and my Miltiades at Marathon drove back the Persian op- pressors." "Ies," said Mars Hill, ''your Plato laboriously guessed at the immortality of the soul, but my Paul dlvinely inspired, declared it as fact straight from God. Your Socrates praised virtue but expired as suicide. Your MiltIades was brave against earthly foes, yet died from wound ignomin- ously gotten in fterdefeat. But my Paul challenged all earth and all hell with this battle shout: We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wicked. ness in high places, and then on the 2qth of June, in the year oj, on the road to Ostia, after the sword of the headsmau had given one keen stroke. took the crown of martyrdom.