The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1893-02-18

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seen IN -. Eri~p 'pt:::t, t!r world
seaEli la !Iav" fer "a dow :rati of good
men. an in t.:A divorce OF those whose
marital life was thought to be accord.
ant, and in the absconding of a bank
cashier. There are hundreds of men In
the prisons of America who ought to be
discharged, because they were the vic.
Tins Of circumstances or have suffered
enough. There are in all professions
and occupations men who are DOM
ineered over by others and whose whole
life is a struggle with monstrous oppo-
sition, and circumstances have their heel
upon the throbbing and broken hearts.
What the world wants is a thousand
men l k Telemachus to leap out of the
gallery into the arena, whether he be
u Roman Catholic monk, or a Methodist
steward, or q Presbyterian elder, and
are h peacemakers for they shall be
called the children Of God"
One half the world is down and the
other half is mp and the, half that is up
has ii heel on the half that is down. II
you, as a boss workman. or as a con-.
tractor, or as o bishop, or as a state or
national official, or as a potent factor
in social life, or in any way, are
expressing any one, know that the
same devil that possessed the Roman
Colosseum Expresses you. The Dio-
cletians are not all dead. The cellars
leading into the arena of life's
struggle are not all emptied of their
tigers. The vivisection by young doc.
tors of dogs and cats and birds most of
the time adds nothing to the human
discovery, but is only a continuation of
Vespasian's Colosseum. The cruelties
Of the world generally begin In nurser.
les and IN home circles and in day
schools. The child hat transfxes the
fly with a pin, or the low feeling that
sets two dogs into combat, or that bull.
lies a weak or crippled playmate, or the
indifference that starves a canary bird,
needs only to be developed in order to
make a frst-class Nero or a full armed
Apollyon.
The last evening before leaving Rome
] went alone to the Colosseum. There
was not a living soul in all the immense
area. The place vas SO overwhelming
ly silent l could hear my own heart
beat with the emotions aroused by the
place and hour. / paced the arena. I
shouted, and that seemed to awaken
the echoes, echo upon echo. And those
awakened echoes seemed to address me,
saying: ''Men die, but their work lives.
on. Gaudeites, the architect who
planned this structure, the go, 900 en-
shaved Jews brought by Titus from
Jerusalem and who toiled on these
walls, the gladiators who fought in
this arena, the emperors and expresses
who had placed on yonder platform,
the millions, who during the centuries,
sat and rose in these galleries, have
passed away, but enough of the
Colosseum stands to tell the story of
cruelty and pomp aud power.
Five hundred years of bloodshed."
Then, as 1 stood there, there come
to me another burst of echoes
which seemed throbbing with the pray
ers and songs and groans of Christians
who had expired in hat arena, and
they seemed to say: "How much it cost
to serve God in ages past, and how
thankful modern centuries ought to be
that the persecution which Redeemed
the sands of this amphitheater have
been abolished" And then ] ques-