The Forrest City times., 1892-03-25
and from Pythaeoras to Herschel.

of the tides of prosperity, to know that we have a changeless God, the same yesterday. to-day, and forever.
 Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two bea- cons of the Oriental night sky must be God of love and kindly warning. The Pleiades rising in mid-sky said to all the herdsmen and shepherds and husband men: Come out and enjoy the mild weather, and cultivate your gardens and fields" Orion, coming in winter, warned them to prepare for tempest. All navigation was regulated by these two cancellations. The one said to shigmaster and crew: Hoist sail for the sea and gather merchandise from other lands" But Orion was the storm signal, and said: Reef sail, make things snug, or put into harbor, for the hurricanes are getting their wings out" As the Pleiades were the sweet evangels of the spring, Orion was the warning prophet of the winter.
 Oh, what mercy it is that in the text and all up and down the Bible God induces us to look out toward other worlds! Bible astronomy in Genesis. in Joshua, in Job, in the Psalms, in the prophets, major and minor, in St. John's Apocalypse, practically saying, Worlds! worlds! worlds. Get ready for them!' We have nice little world here that we stick to, as though losing that we lose all. We are afraid of fall ing off this little raft of world. We are afraid that some meteoric iconoclast will some night smash it, and we want everything to revolve around it, and are disappointed when we find that it revolves around the sun instead of the sun revolving around it. What u fuss we make about this little bit of a world, its existence only short time between two spasms, the paroxysm by which it was hurled from chaos into order, and the paroxysm of it's demoli- tion.
 And I am glad that so many texts call us to look off to other worlds, many of them larger and grander and more resplendent. Look there" says Job. tat Mazaroth and Arcturus and his sons." Look there." says St. John, lat the moon under Christ's feet!" Look there" says Joshua, ''at the sun standing still above Gibeon!" Look there,'' says Moses, ''at the sparkling firmamentr' Look there," says Amos, the herdsman, lat the seven stars and Orionr' Don't let us be so sad about those who shove off from this world under Christly pilotage. Don't let us be so agitated about our own going of this little barge or sloop or canal-boat of a world to get on some Great Eastern of the heavens. Don't let us persist in wanting to stay in this barn, this shed, this out-house of world, when all the Kings palaces al ready occupied by many of our best friends are swinging wide open their gates to let us in.
 When I read, 'In my Fathers house are many mansions" I do not know but that each world is room, and as many rooms as there are worlds stellar stairs, stellar galleries, stellar hall ways, stellar windows, stellar domes. How our departed friends must pity us shut up in these cramped apart ments, tired if we walk fifteen miles, when they some morning, by one stroke of wing, can make circuit of the whole stellar system and be back in time for maths. Perhaps wonder twihkling constellation is the residence of the martyrs; that group of twelve lumi- naries is the celestial home of the Apostles. Perhaps that steep of light is the dwelling place of angels che rubic, seraphic, archangelic. A mansion with as many rooms as worlds, and all their windows illuminated for festivity.
 had studied it before, but the Cathe- dral of Cologne, Germany, never i'm pressed me as it did the last time I saw it. It is admittedly the grandest Gothic structure in the world, it's foundation lald in l54s, only eight or nine years ago completed More than 600 years in building. All Europe taxed for its construction. It's chapel of the Magi with precious stones enough to purchase kingdom. Its chapel of St. Agnes with masterpieces of paint ing. It's spire springing 5ll feet into the heavens It's stained glass the chorus of all rich colors Statues encircling the pillars and eneircling all. Statues above statues, until sculpture can do no more, but faints and falls back against carved stalls and down on pave- ments over which the kings and queens of the earth have walked to confession. Nave and aisles and tram sept and portals combining the splendor of sunrise. Interlaced. inter- foliated, intercolumned grandeur. As I stood outside, looking at the double range of flying buttresses and the for est of pinnacles, higher and higher and higher, until almost reeled from dizzi- ness, I exclaimed: Great doxology in stone Frozen prayer of many na. tions."
 But while standing there l saw a poor man enter and put down his pack and kneel beside his burden on the hard floor of that cathedral. And tears of deep emotion came into my eyes, as said to myself: "There is soul worth more than all the material surround ings. That man will live after the last pinnacle has fallen, and not one stone of all that cathedral glory shall re- main uncrumbled. He is now a Lag arus in rags and poverty and weari- ness, but immortal, and q son of the Lord God Almighty; and the prayer he now offers, though amid many sup