Connecticut western news., 1893-12-28

OIn6r, ana making pillars or the All mighty's 8 sculpturing. There are rosettes of amethyst in halls of gypsum. As the guide carries his lantern ahead of you, the shadows have an appearance supernatural and spectral. The dark ness is fearful. Two people, getting lost from their guide only for a few hours, years ago, were demented, and for years sat in their insanity. You feel like holding your breath as you walk across the bridges that seem to span the bottomless abyss. The guide throws his calcium light down into the caverns, and the light rolls and losses from rock to rock and from depth to depth, making at every plunge new revelation of the awful power that could have made such place as that.
 A sense of suffocation comes upon you as you think that you are 250 feet in straight line from the sunlit sur face of the earth. The guide after awhile takes you into what is called the ''Star Chamber" :" and then he says to you, ''Sit here,'' and then he takes the lantern and goes down under the r.s ks, and it gets darker and darker, until the night is SO thick that the hand an inch from the eye is unobservable. And then, by kindling one of the lan- terms and placing it in cleft of the rock, there is a reflection cast on the dome of the cave, and there are stars coming out in constellations-a bril- liant night heavens-and you involun- tarily exclaim: Beautiful! beautifully Then he takes the lantern down in other depths of the cavern, and wanders on, and wanders off, until he comes up from behind the rocks gradually, and it seems like the dawn of the morning, and it gets brighter and brighter. The guide is skilled ventriloquist, and he imi tates the voices of the morning, and soon the gloom is all gone, and you stand congratulating yourself over the wonderful spectacle. We'll, there are great many people who look down into the grave as great cavern. They think it is thousand miles subterran- eous, and all the echoes seem to be the voices of despair, and the cascades seem to be the falling tears that always fall, and the gloom of earth seems coming up in stalagmite, and the gloom of the eternal world seems descending in the stalacite, making pillars of indescriba- ble horror. The grave is no such place at that to me, thank God.
 Our divine Guide takes us down into the great caverns, and we have the lamp to our feet and the light to our path, and all the echoes in the rifts of the rock are anthems, and all the falling waters are fountains of salvation, and after awhile we look up and, beholdl the cavern of the tomb has become a kings star chamber. And while we are looking at the pomp of it an everlast- ing morning begins to rise, and all the tears of earth crystalline into stalag mite, rising up in pillar on the one side, and all the glories of heaven seem to be descending in stalactite, making pillar on the other side, and you push against the gate that swings between the two pillars, and as the gate flashes open you find it is one of the 12 gates which are 12 pearls. Blessed be God that through this gospel the mammoth cave of the sepulcher has become the il- lumined Star Chamber of the Kingl
 I would God that if my sermon today does not lead you to Christ. that before morning, looking out of the window, the astronomy of the night heavens might lead you to the feet of Jesus.
 Harki Harkl To God the chorus breaks
 From every host, from every gem;
 But one alone, the Saviour speaks
 Is the Star of Bethlehem.