Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-09-15
IN our wounos, Tor we are Done or nsUne,
flesh Of his flesh, blood Of his blood
In all the anguish Of our heart
The man Of sorrows bore n mart

with one paw caught the combatant's |
sword and with his other paw caught his |
shield. The man took his knife from his |
girdle and slew the beast. The king, sit |
ting in the gallery, said. "That was not |
fair; the lion must be slain by a sword"
Other lions were turned out and the poor
victim fell. You cry, "Shamel shamer' at
such meanness. But the King in this case
is our brother, and he will see that we
have fair play. He will forbid the rushing
out Of more lions than we can meet; he
will not suffer us to be tempted above that
we are able. Thank God! The King is in
the gallery His eyes are on us. His heart
is with us. His hand will deliver us.
BLESSED are all they who put their trust
IN him."
ALL THE GOOD ANGELS sYAIPATHIZE.
look again, and see the angelic gal
lery. There they are-the angel that
swung the sword at the gate of Eden, the
same that Ezekiel saw upholding the
throne Of God, and from which look
away, for the splendor is insufferable
Here are the guardian angels. That one
watched patriarch; this one protected
child. That one has been pulling a soul
out of temptationl All these are messengers
Of light Those drove the Spanish armada
on the rocks. This turned Sennacherib's
living hosts into heap of one hundred and
eighty-five thousand corpses. Those, yon-
der, chanted the Christmas carol over
Bethlehem until the chant awoke the shep-
herds. These, at creation, stood in the
balcony of heaven and serenaded the new
born world wrapped in swaddling clothes
of light. And there, holier and mightier
than all, is Michael, the archangel To
command an earthly host gives dignity;
but this one is leader of the ten thousand
chariots of God, and of the ten thousand
times ten thousand angels. I think God
gives command to the archangel, and the
archangel to the seraphim, and the SER
aphim to the cherubim, until all the lower
orders Of heaven hear the command and
go forth on the high behest.
Now, bring on your lionsi Who can
fear9 All the spectators in the angelic
gallery are our friends HE shall give
his angels charge over thee, to keep thee
in all thy ways. They shall bear thee
up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot
against stone. Thou shalt tread upon
the lion and adder; the young lion and the
dragon shalt thou trample under foot"
Though the arena be crowded with
temptations we shall, with the angelic
help, strike them down in the name of our
God and leap on their fallen carcassesl
Oh, bending throng of bright angelic faces
and swift wings and lightning foot! /
hail you today from the dust and struggle
of the arenal
THE PROPHETS AND APOSTLES
I look again and see the gallery of the
prophets and apostles. Who are those
mighty ones up yonder? Hosea and Jere
miah and Daniel and Isaiah and Paul and
Peter and John and James There sits
Noah waiting for all the world to come
into the ark, and Moses, waiting till the
last Red sea shall divide; and jeremiah,
waiting for the Jews to return; and John,
| Of the Apocalypse, waiting for the swear
| ing of the angel that Time shall be no
longer. Glorious spiritsl Yewere howled
| at ye were stoned, ye were spit upon!
They have been in this fight themselves,
and they are all with us. Daniel knows
all about lions. Paul fought with beasts
at Ephesus.
In the ancient amphitheater the people
| got so excited that they would shout from
the galleries to the men in the arena: "At
| it again!" "Forwardr zone more
strokev" "Look outr' Fall back"
| "Huzzal Huzzap' So in that gallery,
| prophetic and apostolic, they cannot keep
| their peace. Daniel cries out, "Thy God
will deliver thee from the mouth of the
lons!" David exclaims, "He will not
suffer thy foot to be movedp Isaiah calls
out: Fear notl am with thee! Be not
dismayed" Paul exclaims, Victory
through our Lord Jesus Christr' That
throng of prophets and apostles cannot
keep still. They make the welkin ring
with shouting and halleluiahs.
| THE NOBLE ARMY OF MARTYRa
look again and see the gallery of the
martyrs Who is that? Hugh Latimer,
sure enough He would not apologize for
the truth preached, and so he died the
night before swinging from the bedpost in
| perfect glee at the thought of emancipa-
tion. Who are that army of six thousand
six hundred and sixty-six? They are the
Theban legion, who died for the faith.
Here is larger host in magnificent array
eight hundred and eighty-four thou
sand-who perished for Christ in the perse-
cutions of Diocletian.
Yonder is a family group, Felicltas of
Rome, and her children. While they were
| dying for the faith she stood encouraging
them. One son was whipped to death by
thorns; another was flung from a rock;
another was beheaded. At last the mother
became a martyr. There they are together
"a family group in heaven! Yonder is
John Bradford, who said in the fire, 1--WE
shall have merry supper with the Lord
tonight" Yender is Henry Woes, who ex-
claimed as he died, eff 1 had ten heads
they should all fall off for Christi"
The great throng of the martyrs! They
had hot lead poured down their throats;
horses were fastened to their hands, and
other horses to their feet, and thus they
were pulled apart; they had their tongues
pulled out by red hot pincers; they were
sewed up in the skins of animals and then
thrown to the dogs; they were daubed with
combustibles and set on fire! If all the
martyrs stakes that had been kindled
could be set at proper distances they would
make the midnight all the world over
bright as MONDAY.
THE EMINENT CHRISTIANS.
And now they sit yonder in the martyrs
gallery. For them the fires of persecution
have gone out. The swords are sheathed
and the mob hushed. Now they watch us
with an all observing sympathy. They
know all the pain, all the hardship, all the
anguish, all the injustice, all the privation.
They cannot keep still. They cry: "Cour-
agel The fire will not consume. The
floods cannot drown. The lions cannot de-
vourl Couragel down there in the arena"
What, are they all lookings This night
we answer back the salutation they give,
and cry, "Haill sons and daughters of the
fire!"
Hook again, and see another gallery
that of eminent Christians. What strikes
me strangely is the mixing in companion
ship of those who on earth could not agree.
There Is Albert Barnes, and around him
The presbytery who tried him for hetero-
aoxyl Yonder is Lyman Beecher, and the
ohurch court that dennuncad himI Stran.