The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1891-12-03

same breath he launches the third th,ln-
derDolt, which to them is more fiery.
more terrible, more demolishing than
the others, rs he cries out, "hath made
or one blood all nations" Oh, PAUL.
you forget you are spr liking to the
proudest and most exclusive audience
IN the world. Do not say "of one blood"
ou cannot mean that. Had Socrates
ana Plato aud Demo themes and Solon
ana hycnrgus and Draco and Sophocles
ID Eurlpides and II Erlylus and Peri
c.eS and Phidlas and Milti Ides blooj
Just like the Iersians, Ill the Turks.
IKE the Egyptians, like The common
neId or humanity? Yes" says Paul,
"of one blood all nations"
Surely that must be the closing para
g:aph or the sermon. His auditors
must let up from the nervous strain.
Paul has smashed the A:ropoljs and
smashed the national pride OF the
Greeks, and what more can he saw
Those Grecian orators, standing on that
place, always closed their address: S
with something sublime and climac-
tric-a peroration-aud Paul is going
to give them peroration which viii
eclipse IN power and mageSLy all that
he has yet said. Heretofore he has hurt
ed one thunderbolt at q time; now he
VIII close by hurllng two at once. The
little Old man, under the power Of his
speech, has Strengthened himself up,
and the StoOp has gone out OF his shOul-
ders, and he looks about three feet tall
er than when he began; and his eyes,
which were quiet, became two flames
or lire; and his face, which was calm in
the introduction, EOW depicts whirl
wind OF emotion as he ties the two
thunderbeltS together with a cord of in-
consumable courage and hurls them at
the crowd now standing or sitting
aghast-the two thunderbolts of Resui.
rectlou and Last Judgment. His clos
ing words were, because be hath ap-
pointed a day in which he will Judge
the world in righteousness by that man
whom he hath ordained, whereof he
natn given assurance unto all men in
mat he hath raised him from the
dead"
Remember those thoughts we've TO
them novel and provocative; that Christ,
The despised NaZarene, would come to
De their judge, and they should have TO
get up out Of their ce meterleS to stand
before him and take their eternal doom,
Mightiest burst of elocutionary power
ever heard. The ancestors of some of
those Greeks had heard Demosthenes
IN his Grafton on the crown, had heard
-ESch1neS III his speeches against finn
arChuS and CteSiphon, had heard Plato
IN his great argument for Immortality
or the soul, had heard Socrates on his
deathbed, suicidal cup Of hemlock in
hand, leave his hearers in emotion too
greai to bear; had in the theater Of
DlonySuS at the foot of the Acropolis
llhe ruins OF its piled up amphitnHater
and the marble floor of its orchestra
sClll there) seen enacted the tragedies
OF 1Eschylus and Sophoclrs, but neither
iiao tue ancestors OF these Grecians on
Mars Hill or themselves ever heard or
witnessed such tornadoes OF moral
power rs that with which Paul now
Whelmed his hearers. At these two
thoughts OF resurrection and Judgment
Ihe audience Sprang to their feet. Some
moved they adjourn to some other day
To hear more on the same theme. but
others would have torn the Sacred orator
TO pieces.
The record Says: "SOme mOcked." |
suppose 1t means that they mimicked
the solemnity Of his voice; that they
TOOK OIL his lmpaSsioned gestculatlons.
and they cried out: "Jew. Jew! Where
did you study rhetoric? You ought to
hear our orators speak! You had bet
ter go back to your business of tent
making. Our Lycurgus knew more in
Il minute than you will know in a month,
Say, where did you get that crooked
BACK, and those weak eyes from? Ia,
ma! Noutry to teach us Grecians. What
i >nsense you talk about when YOU
speak of resurrection and iudrment'
Now, little old man, climb down the side
OF Mars Hill and get out of sight as
soon as possible" "Some mockcd."
But that scene adjourned to the day of
which the sacred orator had spoken
the day OF resurrection and Judgment.
AS III Athens, that evening in 1889,
we climbed down the pile Of slippery
rocks, where all this mad occurred, on
our way back to our hotel, stood half
way between the Acropolls and Mars
In the gathering shadow, OF eyentide,
l seemed to hear those two hills in sub,
lime and awful converse Il am chief
ly OF the past" said the Acropolis. 81
am chiefly OF the future" replied Mars
I'LL. The Acropolis said: "My orators
are dead. My lawgivers are dead. My
poets are dead. My architects are dead.
My scuptOrS are dead. / am monu-
mcnt OF the dead past. | Shall never.
never again hear song sung. | will
never again see column lifted. |
VIII never again behold goddess
Mars Hill responded: IL too, have a
history. l had Oh my heights warriors
VINO Will never again unsheath the
sword. and judges who will never again
utter doom and orators who will
never again make plea. But my in
iluence Is to be more in the future than
1t ever was i'll the past. The words that
Paul, uttered that exciting
day IN the hearing of the wi3est men
ana The populace Oh my rocky shout
ders have only begun their majestic
role; the brotherhood of man, and the
Christ of God. and the peroration of
resurrection and last judgment with
which the Tarsian orator closed his ser
mon that day amid the mocking crowd
shall yet revolutlonize the planet. on.
Acropolis. | have stood here long
enough to witness that your gods are
no gods at all. Your Boreas could not
control the winds. Your Neptune could
not manage 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. Yonr ,Juui