Connecticut western news., 1891-11-26

LldCCerlc, peTOTdllOll, dIlu I aul IS kOlIlX to give them a peroration which will eclipse in power and majesty all that he has yet said. Heretofore he has hurled one thunderbolt at time; now he will close by hurling two at once. The little old man, under the power of his speech, has strengthened him. self up and the stoop has gone out of his shoulders. and he looks about three feet taller than when he began, and his eyes, which were quiet, became two flames of fire, and his face, which was calm in the introduction, now de- picts whirlwind of emotion as he ties the two thunderbolts together with cord of inconsumable courage and huf1s them at the crowd now standing or sitting aghast-the two thunderbolts of Resurrection and Last Judgment His closing words were: Because He hath appointed day in which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men in that he hath raised him from the dead"
 Remember those thoughts were to them novel and provocative; that Christ, the despised Nazarene, would come to be their judge, and they should have to get up out of their cemeteries to stand before him and take their eternal doom. Mightiest burst of elo- cutionary power ever heard. The an cestors of some of those Greeks had heard Demosthenes in his oration on the Grown. had heard Eschines in his speeches against Timarchus and Ctesi phon, had heard Plato in his great ar gument for immortality of the soul, had heard Socrates on his deathbed, sui cidal cup of hemlock in hand, leave his hearers in emotion too great to bear; had in the theater of Dionysius, at the foot of the Acropolis 0he ruins of its piled up amphitheater and the marble floor of its orchestra still there), seen enacted the tragedies of Eschylus and Sophocles, but neither had the ancestors of these Grecians on Mars Hill, or themselves ever heard or witnessed such torr"does of moral power as that with which Paul now whelned his hearers. At those two thoughts of Resurrection and Judg- ment the 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." l suppose it means that they mimicked the solemnity of his voice, that they took off his impassioned gesticulation, and they cried out: Jew Jew! Where did you study rhetoric2 You ought to hear our orators speak! You had bet ter go back to your business of tent making. Our Lycurgus knew more in a minute than you will know in a month. Say, where did you get that crooked back, and those weak eyes from2 Ha! Ha! You try to teach us Gre clans! What nonsense you talk about when you speak of Resurrection and Judgment. Now, little old man, climb down the side of Mars Hill and get out of sight as soon as possible" Some mocked" But, that scene adjourned to the day of which the sacred orator had spoken-the day of Resurrection and Judgment
 THE PAST AND THE FUTURE.
 As in Athens, that evening ln 1889, we climbed down the pile of slippery rocks where all this had occurred, on our way back to our hotel, stood half way between the Acropolis and Mars Hill in the gathering shadows of even tide seemed to hear those two hills in sublime and awful converse. "I~ an chiefly of the past" said the Acropolis Il an chiefly of the future" replied Mars Hill The Acropolis said: My orators are dead. My lawgivers are dead. My poets are dead. My archi- tects are dead. My sculptors are dead. I am Q monument of the dead past shall never again hear a song sung, shall never again see column lifted. I shall never again behold goddess crowned"
 Mars Hill responded: II, too, have had a history. I had on my heights warriors who will never again unsheath the sword, and judges who will never again utter a doom, and orators who will never again make 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 ,I E Ivy hoi majestic roll; the brotherhood of man, and the Christ of God, and the perora- ton of Resurrection and Last Judgment with which the Tarsian orator closed his sermon that day amid the mocking crowd, shall yet trevoIutionize the planet. O Acropolis! I 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, Your Ju piter could not handle the lightnings. But the God whom l proclaimed on the day when Paul preached before the astounded assemblage on my rough heights is the God of music, the God of wisdom, the God 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 spake and said, as though in self defense, My Plato argued for the immortality of the soul, and my Socrates praised virtue, and my Miltiades at Marathon drove back the Persian oppressors.
 "Yes." said Mars Hill, "your Plato