The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1895-01-05

pies, Broken Fortrcsscs and the Ruins
of Centurics-A Continuation OF the
"Around the World Sermons.
Continuing his series of round the
world sermons through the press. Rev.
DIR. Talmage sunday chose for his sub
ject Palaces In India" the text being
Amos iii. 10: Nv no store up violence
and robbery in their palaces"
In this day, when vast sums of money
are being given for the redemption of
India. hope to increase the interest in
that great country and at the same
time draw for all classes of our people
practical lessons, and so | present this
fifth sermon in the round the world
series. We step into the ancient cap
ital of India, the mere pronunciation
of its name sending IA thrill through
the body, mind and soul IF all those
who have ever read its stories of SPLEEN
dor and disaster and prowcss-Delhi.
Before the first historian impressed
his first word in clay. or cut his first
word on marble, or wrote his first
word on papyrus, Delhi stood i'm India,
"a contemporary of Babylon and Nine
veh. We know that Delhi existed
longer before Christ's time than we
live after his time. Delhi is built on
the ruins of several cities, which ruins
cover forty miles, with wrecked tenn
pies. broken fortresscs, split tombs,
tumble-down palaces and the debris of
centuries. An archeologist could
probably spend his life here, talking
with the past through its lips of vener-
able masonry.
There are n hundred things here you
ought to see in this city of Delhi. but
three things you must see. The first
thing l wanted to see was the Cashmere
gate, for thai was the point at which
the most wonderful deed of daring
which the world has ever seer was done.
That was the turning point of the mu-
tiny of 1857. A lady at Delhi put into
my hand an oil painting of about
eighteen inches square, n picture we'll
executed. but chiefly valuable for
what it represented. 1t was a
scene from the time of mutiny: two
horses at full run, harnessed to
a carriage in which were four
persons. She said: 'Those per-
sons on the front seat are nv
father and mother. The young lady
on the back seat holding in her
arms a baby of a year was nv
older sister. and the baby was
myself. My mother. who is down with
n fever in the next room. painted hat
years ago. The horses are in full run
because we are fleeing for our lives.
My mother is driving. for the reason
that father. standing up in the front of
his carriage, had to defend us with his
gun, as you there see. He fought our
way out and on for many mile, shoot
ing down the Sepoys as we went. We
had somewhat suspected. trouble and
had become suspicious of our servants.
A prince had requested a private inter-
MIR nth mr. father, who was editor
The prince pro-
Ned, so tnas no one
I'm, but my mother
msisted on being present and the in.
terview did not take place. A large
fish had been sem to our family and
four other families, the present an Of
fering of thanks for the kings rccov-
cry from n recent sickness. But we
suspected poison and did not eat the
fish.
One day all servants came up and
said they must go and see what was
the matter. We saw what was intend
ed and knew that if the servants re-
turned they would murder all of us.
Things grew worse and worse until
this scene of flight shown in the pie
ture took place. You see. the horses
were wild with fright. This was not
only because of the discharge of guns,
but the horses We're struck and pound
ed by Sepoys, and ropes were tied
the way, and the savage halloo
and the shout of revenge made all the
way our flight a horror"
The books have fully recorded the
heroism displayed at Delhi and approx
innate regions, but made no mention of
this family of Wagentreibers whose
flight | am mentioning. But the Mad
ras Atheneum printed this:
And now! Are not the deeds of the
Wagentriebers, though he wore a round
hat and she a crinoline, as worthy of
imperishable verse as those of the he
role pair whose nuptials graced the
court of Charlemagne? A more touch
ing picture than that of the brave mar
with well nerved arm
against the black and threatening fate
over his wife and child we
have never seen. Here was no strife for
the glory of physical prowess or the
spoil of shining arms, but a conquest of
the uma mind, an assertion of the
powers of intellect over the most APP
array of circumstances that
could assail a human being. Men have
become gray in front of sudden and
unexpected peril, and in ancient days
so much was courage n matter of hero
les and mere instinct that we read in
immortal verse of heroes struck with
panic and fleeing before the enemy.
But the savage Sepoys, with their
hoarse war-cry and swarming like
wasps around the Wagentriebers,
no terror into the brave mans
heart. His heroism was not the mere
ebullition of despair, but, like that of
his wife, calm and wise; standing up
hat he might use his arms bet
AS an incident will sometimes more
impress n than a generality of state
ment, / present the flight of this one
from Delhi merely to illustrate
the desperation of the times. The fact
was that the Sepoys had taken posses
sion of the city of Delhi, and they We're,
all their artillery, fighting back
the Europeans who were on the outside
and numbering all the Europeans who
inside. The city of Delhi has q
crenulated wall on three sidaS a wall
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