The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1895-01-05
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tect must have had who first built that
mosque in his wv imagination, and as
l thought what an opulent ruler hat
must have been who gave the order for
such vastness and symmetry, l was re-
minded of that which perfectly ex-
planned all. The architect who plan
ned this was the same man who plan
ned the Taj-namely. Austin de Bor-
deau-and the king who ordered the
mosque constructed was the king who
ordered h Taj-namely, Shah Jehan.
AS this grand mogul ordered built the
most splendid palace for the dead when
he built the Tai at Agra, he here or
dered built the most splendid palace
of worship for the living at Delhi. See
here what sculpture and architecture
can accomplish. They link together
the centuries. They successfully defy
time. Two hundred and eighty years
ago Austin de Bordeau and Shah Jehan
quit this life, but their work lives and
bids fair to stand until the continents
crack open, and hemispheres go down,
and this planet showers other worlds
with it's ashes.
rejoice in all these big buildings,
whether dedicated to Mohammed or
Brahma or Buddha or Confucius or 70
rooster, because as st. Sophia at Con-
stantinople was q Christian church
changed into u mosque and will vet be
changed back again, so all the mosques
and temples of superstition and sin will
vet be turned into churches. When
India and Ceylon and China and Japan
are ransOmed, rs we all believe they
will be, their religious structures will
all be converted into Christian asylums
and Christian schools and Christian liz
braries and Christian churches. Built
at the expense of superstition and sin,
they will yet be dedicated to the Lord
Almighty. Here endeth the third
lesson.
AS that night We took the railroad
train from the Delhi station and rolled
out through the city now living over
the vaster cities buried uader this an
Gent capital, cities under cities, and
our travelling servant had unrolled our
bed, which consisted of a rug and two
blankets and a pillow, and as we were
worn put with the sightseeing of the
day, and were roughly tossed on that
uneven Indian railway, I soon fell into
a troubled sleep. in which l saw and
heard in a confused way the scenes and
sounds of the mutiny Of 1857, which at
Delhi we had been recounting, and now
the rattle of the train seemed to turn
into the rattle of musketry, and now
the light at the top of the car deluded
me with the idea of a burning city,
and then the loud thump of the rail-
road brake was in dream mistaken for
a booming battery. and the voices at
the different stations made me think l
heard the loud cheer of the British at
the taking Of the Cashmere gate, and as
we rolled owe bridges the battle be-
fore Delhi seemed going on, and as we
went through dark tunnels l seemed
to see the tomb of Humayun in
which the king of Delhi
was hidden, and in my dreams l
saw Lieut.. Kenny of the artillery
throwing shells which were hand
ed to him, their fuses burning, and
Campbell and Reid and Hope Grant
covered with blood, and Nicholson
falling while rallying on the wall his
wavering troops, and I saw dead regi.
ment fall across dead regiment, and
heard the rataplan Of the hoofs of
Hodgson's horse, and the dash of the
Bengal artillery, and the storming by
the immortal fourth column, and the
rougher the Indian railway became
and the darker the night grew the
more the scenes hat l had been study
ing at Delhi came on me like an incu-
bus. But the morning began to look
through the window of our jolting rail
car. and the sunlight poured in on my
pillow, and In my dreams ! saw the
bright colors of the English flag hoisted
over Delhi, where the green banner of
the Moslem had waved, and the voices
OF the wounded and dying seemed to be
exchanged for the voices hat well
coined soldiers home again.
And as the morning light got bright
err n brighter, and in my dream 1
mistook the bells at a station for n
church bell hanging in a minaret,
where a Mohammedan priest had num-
bled his call to prayer, I seemed to
hear q chant, whether by human or an
gelic voices in my dream I could not
tell, but 1t was o chant about peace
and good will to men," And as the
speed Of the rail- train slackened the
motion of the car became SO easy as we
rolled along the track that it seemed
to me that all the distress and contro-
versy and jolting and wars of the world
had ceased, and in my dream l thought
we had come to the time when 1.-The
ransomed of the Lord shall return and
come to Zion with songs and everlast-
ing joy upon their heads and sorrow
and signing shall fee away"