Milford chronicle., 1895-01-04
AIN ABANDONED CITY.
REV. Or. TALMAaE AMONG THE PAL.
ACES OF INDIA.

Tlree Things to See at the Ancient Cit
Of DeIhi--1he Cashmere Gate-The Pa
ace Of the AIoguIs-A Palace Of Amber
The Clock Of Time.
4 BRooKLYN, Dec. Continuing hi
series Of round the world sermons throug
the press, Rev Dr. Talmage To-Day ohos
for bis subject Palaces in India" th
text heine Amos iii, 10, "Who store u
violence and robbery in their palaces.
In this day, when vast sums Of money ar
being given for the redemption Of India,
hope to increase the interest in that grea
country and at the same time draw for al
classes Of our people practical lessons, anC
so I present this fifth sermon in the rounC
the world series. We step into the an
cient capital Of India, the mere pronuncia
tion Of its name sending a thrill through
the body, mind and soul Of all those who
haya ever read its stories of splendor and
disaster and prowess-Delhi.
Before the first historian impressed his
first word in clay or cut his first word on
marble or wrote his first word on papyru:
Delhi stood in India, contemporary OF
Babylon and Nineveh. We know that
Delhi existed longer before Christ's time
than we live after his time Delhi is
built on the ruins of seven cities, which
ruins cover 30 miles with wrecked tenn
Piles, broken fortresses, split tombs, tum-
bic down palaces and the debris of centu-
ries. An arch@ologist could prohtably
spend his life here talking with the past
through its lips Of venerable masonry.
A Famous Gate.
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ought to see in this city of Delhi, but
three things you must see. The first thing
wanted to see was the Cashmere gate,
for that was the point at which the most
wonderful deed Of daring which the world
has ever seen was done. That was the
turning point Of the mutiny of 1857. A
lady at Delhi put into my hand an oil
painting of about IS inches square, pic
ture well executed, but chiefly valuable
for what it represented. 1t was a scene
from the time of the mutiny-two horses
at full run harnessed to a carriage in
which were four persons. She said;
9Those persons on the front side are my
father and mother. The young lady on
the back seat holding in her arms baby
Of a year was my older sister, and the baby
was myself. Ny mother, who is down
with fever in the next room, painted
that years ago. The horses are in full run
because we are fleeing for our lives. My
mother is driving, for the rl..son that my
father, standing up in the front of the car
riage had to defend us with his gun as
you there see. He fought our way out and
on for many mile, shooting down the
sepoys as we went. We had somewhat
suspected trouble and had become suspi
cious of our servants A prince had re-
duested private interview with my IA
ther who was editor of the Delhi Gazette.
The prince proposed to come yelled so that
no one might recognize him, but my
mother insisted on being present, and the
interview did not take place. large fish
bad been sent to our family and four other
families, the present an Offering of thanks
for the kings recovery from a recent sick
ness But we suspected poison and did
not eat the fish One day all our servants
came up and said they must go and see
what was the matter. We saw what was
intended and knew that if the servants
returned they would murder all of US.
Things. grew worse and worse until this
scene of flight shown you in the picture
took place. You see, the horses were wild
with fright. This was not only because Of
the discharge of guns, but the horses were
struck and pounded by sepoys, and ropes
were tied across the way, and the savage
halloo and the shout of revenge made all
the way of our flight a horror
The books have fully recorded the hero
ism displayed at Delhi and approximate
regions, but make no mention of this
family of Wagentreibers whose flight I
am mentioning. But the Madras Athe-
neum printed this;
g.. nd nowl Are not the deeds of the Wag
though he wore a round hat
and she a crinoline, as worthy of imperish
able verse as those Of the heroic pair whose
nuptials graced the court of Charlemangef
A moro touching picture than that of
the brave man contending with well nerv
ed arm against the black and threatening
fate impending 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 hui
man mind, an assertion of the powers of
intellect over the most appalling array of
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 a mat
ter of heroics 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 /
warcry and swarming like wasps around |
the Wagentreibers, struck no terror into /
the brave mans heart His heroism was /
not tho mere ebullition of despair; but, |
like that Of his wife, calm and wise, stand |
ing upright that he might use his arms
better
Desperate Times.