Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1895-01-11

Cashmere gate, a. a synonym Tor pat
riotism and fearlessness and self sacrifice,
go into all history, all ART, all liera-
turf. all time. all eternity Nv friends,
that kind OF courage saneiiael will yet take
the whole earth for God. Indeed, the mis-
sionarles now At Delhi, toillng amid heather
ism and fever aud cholera, and far away
from home and comfort, an staying there
until they drop into their graves, are Just a.
brave In taking DELHI for Christ as we're
Nicholson and Home and Carmichael In TAX
dg Delhi for Great Britain. Take this for
the first sermonie lesson
Another thing You must see IL you go e
Delhi, though YOU leave many things I'm
seen. Is the palace OF the moguls. II is al
inclosure 1000 yaris by 500. You enter through
a vaulfed hall nearly 400 iest long. Floors
OF Florentine mosaic and walls once en-
Graded and sapphirei and carbunciet and
diamonded. said to the guide, "Show US
whore once stood the peacock throne"
Here IL was, he responded, All the
thrones OF the earth put together would
not equal that for costliness and brilliance.
II had steps OF silver, and the seat and arms
were of solid gold IL cost about $50, 000,-
900. Ii stood between two peacocks. the
feathers and plumes OF which were fashioned
tut of colored stones. Above the throne
WAS n life size parrot cut out OF one en-
erald. Above all was a canopy resting on
twelve columns Of gold, the canopy fringel
with pearls Seated here the emperor
on public occasions wore crown con-
tanning. among other things, the RohlnoOr
diamond, and the entire blaze of coronet
cost Sl0, 900. This superb and once al
most supernaturaly beautiful room has i'm
bedded in the white marble wall letters OF
black marble, which were translated 10 me
from Persian into English as meaning;
II nm ha M ~ tbara ka E1ap . hiis.
That place is this, is this, is this, is this
But the peacocks that stool beside the
throne have flown away, taking all the dis
play with them, and those white marble
floors were Redeemed with slaughter. and
those bathrooms ran with blood, aud that
Eden OF which the Persian couplet on the
walls spake has had its flowers wither and
its fruits decay, and thought while look
ing at the brilliant desolation AMI standing
amid the vanished glories OF that throne
room that some one had better change
little that Persian couplet on the wall and
make II read:
II there be place where much you miss,
That place is this, is this, is this. is this
As came out OF the palace into the street
of Delhi, thought to myself paradises are
not built out of stone; are not cut in sculp-
ture are NOT painted on walls are not fash
toned out 81 precious stones do not spray the
, cheek with fountains do not offer thrones
or crowns. Paradises are built out OF ma
lures uplilted and ennohled, and what
architects compass may not sweep, and
sculptors chiso may not cut, and painters
pencil may not sketch, AMI gardeners skill
may not lay out the grace OF God can
achieve, and II the heart be right all Is right.
and II the heart be wrong all Is wrong. Here
endeth the second less n.
But will not yet allow you to leave Delhi.
The third thing you must see, or never admit
that you have been in India, is the mosque
called Tumma Musjid. II is the grandest
mosque ! ever saw except 81. Sophia at Con-
stanllnople, but it surpasses that In some
respects, for ST. Sophia was originally a
! ChrisiiPn church and changed into a mosque,
| while this Of Delhi was originally built for
| the Moslems.
! As entered 1000 or more Mohammedans
| were Frustrated in worship. There are
| times when 5000 may be seen here in the
same attitude. Each stone OF the floor is
three feet long by one and half wide, ami
/ each worshiper has one OF these slabs for
! himself while kneeing. The erection OF
this building required 5000 laborers for six
years. What a built up immensely OF white
marble and red sandstone We descended
the forty marble steps by which we assembled
and took another look at this wonder OF the
. world.
| As l thought what a brain the architect
| must have had who first built that mosque
in his own imagination, and as I thought
what an opulent ruler that must have been
who gave the order FOR sucn vastness and
| symmetry, | was reminded OF that which
perfectly explained all. The architect who
| planned this was the same man who
planned the Taj-namey, Austin de Bor-
deau-and the king who ordered the mosque
constructed was the king who ordered
| ka Tat hnh Lob
grand mogul ordered built the most
splendid palace for the dead when he
built the Tai at Agra, he here ordered 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
10 stand until the continents crack open, and
hemispheres go down, and this planet show
ers other worlds with its ashes.
rejoice in all these big buildings. whether
dedicated TO Mohammed or Brahma or Bud
dha or Confucius or ZoroRster, because as
st. Sophia at Constantnopla was Christian
church changed into a mosque and will yet
be changed back again, so all the mosques
and temples of superstition and sin will yet
be turned into churches. When India
and Ceylon and China and Japan are
ransoned, as We all believe they will be,
their religious structures will all be con-
verted into Christian asylums. and Christian
schools, and Christian libraries, and Chris
tian churches. Built at the expense OF su-
perstition and sin, they will yet be dedicated
to the Lori Almighty. Here endeth the
third less n.
As that Sht we took the railrod train
from the Delhi station and rolled out
through the city now living over the vaster
cities buried under this ancient capital,
cities under cities, and our travelling SER
want had unrolled our bed, which consisted
OF Il rug and two blankets and pillow. and as
we were worn out with the sightseeing OF the
day, and were roughly tossed on that uneven
Indian railway, soon fell into troubled
sleep, In which | saw and heard in con-
fused way the scenes and sounds OF the
mutiny of 1857, which at Delhi we had been
recountlng, 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 de-
luded me with the idea OF a burning city.
and then the loud thump of the railroad
brake was in dream mistaken for a
booming battery, and the voices at the diff
ferent stations made me think heard the
loud cheer of the British at the taking OF
the Cashmere gate, and as we rolled over
| bridges the battles before Delhi seemed
going on, and as we went through dark tun-
nes | seemed TO see thetomb OF Humayun in
which the King OF Delhi was hidden, and in
my dreams 1 saw Lieutenant Kenny oil
the artillery throwing shells which were
handed TO him, their fuses burning, and
Campbell and Reid and Hope Grant covered
with blood, and Nicholson falling while raj
lying on the wall his wayarlle Ir8ons. Aaf
saw dead regiment fallen across dead fos,.
ment, and heard the rataplan OF the hoofs
of Hodgson's horse, an the dash OF the
Bengal artillery, and the storming by the I'M
mortal fourth column, and the rougher the
Indian railway became and the darker the
night grew the more the scenes that i
had been studying at Delhi came on me IKE
an incubus But the morning began to look
through the window of our jolting railcar
and the sunlight poured in on my pillow,
| and in my draams saw the bright colors oil