The Russellville Democrat., 1893-10-19

4 OSCt8 III Al1lllO1S or Homes can almost hear their moans of an ! guish as they are borne to the rude field hospital in the rear 1t is q magnificent painting.
 Just across the street is the cv- clorama, Jerusalem and the Cruel ltixion. The scene represents the awful ninth hour when the sun for shame at the wickedness of men had hid her face, the old earth. dark ened and gloomy, was reeling and tottering, and the Holy City was shaken unto it's foundations, and the dying Christ had uttered that cry of anguish that unlocked the 1 door of Christianity. It is finished " A fine view of Palestine for miles around is shown, and fife in the Holy Land is excellently portrayed Each visitor to the panorama is presented with vial of water from the river Jordan
 At II o'clock we went to see Moo l dy and Sankey at Mnsic Hall Mr. Moody directs the great series of daily revival services that are held throughout the city during the Fair. The meeting today was praise service. Talks were made 1 by a number of prominent preach CTS, including Mir Moody himself. At 12 Rev. John McNeil of London, delivered an impressive sermon. We can truly say that we have never had the pleasure of listening to an effort so full of eloquence, wit, pa thos and gospel truths as this. For an hour he kept the vast audience alternately in laughter and tears, at times his words being most affect ing.
 Returning on State street, we pass on our right the Alhambra theatre. said to be the finest in the city Its mosque-lilke domes and minarets add to it's imposing appearance, and form striking contrast with the conventional granite business fronts around it.
 1 In the afternoon we attended the performance of Buffalo Bills histor- ie Wild West, just outside the fair grounds. A splendid performance lasting near three hours, is rendered by his 100 Sioux warriors, and 200 cavalrymen of different nations, Mexican vacqueros and cowboys The craftsmanship of Miss Oakley, Col Cody. and the cowboy is phe nomenal, while the reckless riding and other feats of the cavalrymen are thrilling in the extreme.
 Several of our party visited the stock yards, the board of trade and Lincoln park, but as my limited time denied me that pleasure, l can not speak of them here.
 Having done Chicago and the Worlds Fair in about ten days, we boarded the St. Louis Limited, home ward bound Then occurred to us the most painful part of our visit 1 the most difficult task a sojourner among strangers, or one departing for distant country ever eXperienc es-that of saying good bye to- those who have become dear to us, those with whom we have had pleas ant associations, even though of on ly ten days duration. Good bye" What a world of sadness, doubt and mystery is concentrated in the little coupet. What mystery, because of the hidden possibilities that await the lifting of the vail of the dark future. What sadness, because we may never come face to face again in the mortal flesh, ah, what joy, because there is a hope that dispels the gloom of the mystic l future and holds aloft a beacon light that illumines the dark, uncertain pathway which all must tread, and gives the assurance of a future re union. Good bye" What is the definition of these two little words? Perhaps they mean eternal separa tion, perhaps a glorious meeting in the great Beyond. perhaps pleas ant Journey and safe arrival at home, perhaps a telescoped train, burn ing wreck, a mass of crushed lives, a sea of cries, prayers and moans; perhaps they may mean a whisper of bliss to be soon supplanted by @ dream of Eden, perhaps a sad assem- blaze of weeping friends, a sunken form, a pallid face, OCT which is creeping the hectic flush of death; | perhaps foretaste of innumerable Iioys and pleasures, perhaps swell ing sea of tears. In short, it may mean a blessing or a curse, a sermon or an anathema; world of happi- ness, sadness, hope, despair, love, hatred, friendship, enmIty, life and death,
 But, thoughts of home dispelled the sadness of separation, and soon we were speeding over the vast prai- rie toward our native Southland.
 And now the beautiful White l City, with it's gilded towers and domes, it's thousand pieces of snow white sculpture, it's classic columns and romantic gardens and fountains only lives in our memory like a refreshing dream of a day in the Elysian realms of Fairyland.
 T. E. L.