News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1891-10-01

''I resign to thee this spectacle upon
which have no strength to gaze; thou
art blind, oh, midnight and for that
reason l commit to thee this tragedy!
by, aI% the jackal howled in the
ravines
Now we follow our Chieftain as they
carry his limp and lacerated form amid
the flowers and trees of n garden, the
gladioluses, the oleanders, the lilies, the
geraniums, the mandrakes, down five
or six steps to an aisle of granite where
he sleeps. But only little while he
sleeps there, for there is an earthquake
in all that region, leaving the rocks t.
this day in their aslant and ruptured
state declarative of the fact that some
thing extraordinary there happened.
And we see our Chieftain arouse from
his brief slumber and wrestle down the
ruffian Death who would keep him i'm
prisoned in that cavern and put both
heels on the monster, and coming forth
with a cry that will not cease to be
echoed until on the great resurrection
day the door of the lost sepulcher shall
be unhinged and flung changing into
the debris of demolished cemeteries
Now we follow our Chieftain to the
wings he rises, the disciples clutching
for his robes too late to reach them, and
across the great CULTS of space with one
bound he gains that world which for
thirty-three years had been denied his
companionship, and all heaven lifted a
shout of welcome as lie entered, and of
coronation as up to the mediatorial
throne he mounted. 1t was the great
est day heaven had ever seen. They
had him back again from tears, from
wounds, from ills, from a world that
never appreciated him to a world in
which he was the chief delight. In all
the Hbretto of celestial music it was
hard to find an anthem enough conjubi-
liant to celebrate the joysantly seraphic,
archangelic, deifie.
But still we follow our Chieftain in
his march through the centuries, for
invisibly he still walks the earth, and
by the eye of faith we still follow him.
You can tell where he walks by the
churches and hospitals and reforma-
tory institutions and houses of mercy
that spring up along the way. I hear
his tread in the sickroom and in the
abodes of bereavement. He marches
on and the nations are gathering around
him. The islands of the sea are hearing
his voice. The continents are feeling his
power. America will be his. Europe
will be his. Asia will be his. Africa
will be his Australia will be his. New
Zealand will be his All the earth will
be hisl Do you realize that until now
it was impossible for the world to be
converted2 Not until very recently has
the world been found The Bible talks
about 1.-The ends of the earth and the
"utterlnost parts of the world as be
ing saved, but not until now have the
lends of the earth" been discovered,
and not until now have the ''uttermost
parts of the world" been revealed.
The navigator did his work, the ex-
plorer did his work, the scientist did
his work, and now for the first time
since the world has been created has
the world been known, measured off,
and geographical, the lost, hidden and
unknown tract has been mapped out,
and now the work of evangelization
will be begun with an earnestness and
velocity as yet unimagined. The
steamships are ready, the lightning ex
press trains are ready, the printing
presses are ready, the telegraph and
telephone are ready, millions of Chris
tians are ready and now see Christ
marching on through the centuries.
Marching on Marching onl
One by one governments will fall
into line and constitutions and litera-
lures will adore his name. More hon
ored and worshiped is he in this year
of 1891 than at any time since the year
one, and the day hastens when all ma
tions will join one procession follow
ing the Lamb whithersOever he gOeth."
Marching on, marching on!
This dear old world whose back has
been scourged, whose eyes have been
blinded, whose heart has been wrung
will yet rival heaven. This planets
torn robe of pain and crime and de-
nentia will come off and the white and
spotless and glittering robe of holiness
and happiness will come on. The last
wound will have stung for the last
time, the last grief will have wiped its
last tear, the last criminal will have
repented of his last crime and our
world that has been a straggler among
worlds, a lost star, hayward planet,
a rebellious globe, miscreant satel-
lite, will hear the voice that uttered
childish plant in Bethlehem and ago
nized prayer in Gethsenane and dying
groan on Golgotha, and as this voice
cries Come" our world will return
from its wandering never again to
stray. Marching on, marching onl
THE GLORIOUS FINALITY.
Then tbs worlds joy will be so great
that other worlds besides heaven may
be glad to rejoice with u.s. By the aid
of powerful telescopes, year by year