Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1891-11-26

/ Acropolis. 81 am chiefly OF the IN.
ture. I" replied Mas Iifll. The zero
polls said: "My'orators are dead. My
4 law -yivers are dead. My poets are
dead My architects are dead. My
\ sculptors are dead. I am q monument
OF the dead past. shall never again
hear a song sung. j will never again
see column lifted. / will
never again behold goddess
crowned" Mars Hill responded:
~, 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 doom, ana
orators who will never again mako a
! plea 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
populace on my rocky shoulders, have
only begun their ma estic roll; the
brotherhood of man. and the Christ of
God, and the peroration of resurrection
and last judgment with which the
Tarsian orator closed his sermon
that day amid the moclxing crowd,
shall yet revolutionize the planet. Oh,
Acropolis! 1 have stood here long
enough to witness that your gods are
nogods 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 alphabet. Your
Jupiter could not handle the light
nings. But the God whom / pro-
claimed on the day when Paul preached
before the astonished assemblage on
my rough heights, is the God of music,
the God of wisdom, the Goa of power,
the God Of mercy, 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 Acropolis
spalee and said, as though in self-de-
Tense: MY Plato argued for the inn
mortality of the soul, and my Socrates
praised virtue, and my Milt:ades at
Marathon drove back the Persian OPP
pressors.n "Yes," said Mars Hill,
your Plato laboriously guessed at the
Immortality of the soul, but my
Paul dlyinely inspired, declared
Your Socrates praised virtue
Miltlade' was brave against earthly
foes, yet died from wound ignomin-
ously gotten in after-defeat But my
Paul challenged all earth and all heit
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
2Gth 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
hills, the Acropolis moaned out in the
darkness: "Alasl Alas" and Mars
Hill responded: "Iosannah! Hosan-
nahG Then the voices of both hills
became indistinct, and as passed on
and away in the twilight, | seemed to
hear only two sounds "a fragment of
Pentelicon marble from the architrave
of the Acropolis dropping down on
the ruins of shattered idol, and the
other sound seemed to come from the
rock on Mars Hill, from which we had
just descended. But we were by this
time so far off that the fragments of
sentences were smaller when dropping
firm Mars Hill than were the frag-
ments of fallen marble on the Aero
polls, and could only hear parts Of
disconnec ted sentences waited on the
night air-"God who made the world"
-''of one blood all nations"-''ap-
pointed a day in which he will Judge
the world raised him from the
dead"