The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1895-01-02

srchitect's compass may not sweep, |
and. sculptor's pencil may not sketch,
and gardeners skill may not lay out,
the grace of God can achieve, and if
the heart be right all is right, and if
the heart be wrong all is wrong. Here
endeth the second lesson.
But l 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 Iumma
Musjid. 1t is the grandest mosque
ever saw except St. Sophia at Con-
stantinople, but it surpasses that in
some respects, for st. Sophia was orig
inally Christian church and changed
into mosque, while this of Delhi was
originally built for the Moslems
AS entered 1000 or more Moham-
medans were prostrated in worship.
There are times when 5000 may be
seen here in the same attitude. Each
stone of the floor is feet long by III
wide, and each worshiper has one of
these slabs for himself while kneeling.
The erection of this building required
5000 laborers for six years. Itis on a
plateau of rock; has four towers rising
far into the heavens; three great gate
ways inviting the world to come in and
honor the memory of the prophet Of
many wives; IS domes, with spI;es gold
tipped, and six minarets. What a
built up immensity of white marble
and red sandstone? We descend the 40
marble steps by which we ascended
and took another look at thisiwonder
of the world.
AS thought whata brain the archi-
tect must have had who first built that
mosque in his own imagination, and as
thought what an opulent ruler that
must have been who gave the order for
such vastncss 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 the 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 dc Bordeau and Shah JehaD
I quit this life, but their work lives and
bids fair to stand until the continents
i crack open, and hemispheres go down,
and this planet showers other worlds
with its ashes.
] l rejoice in all these big buildings,
whether dedicated to Mohammed or
Brahma or Buddha or ConfuciuS or 10
roaster, because as st. Sophia at Con-
stantinople was u Christian church
changed into 4 mosque and will yet 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 raksomed as we ali believe they
will be, their religious structures will
all be converted into Christian asyiums
and Christian schools and Christian Ii
'braries and Christian churches, Butt
ut the expense OF superstition aud 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 under this an
cient capital, cities under cities, ant
our travelling servant had unrolled oul
bed, which consisted of rug and two
blankets and pillow, and as we were
worn out with the sightseeing of thu
day, and were roughly tossed on tina
uneven Indian railway, soon fell int
troubled sleep, in which | saw ant
heard in confused way the scenes ant
sounds of the mutiny of 1857, which a
; Delhi we had been recounting, and nov
the rattle of the train seemed to turf
j into the rattle of musketry, and nov
the light at the top of the car deludet
} me with the idea of a burning city
: and then the loud thump of the rail
road brake was in dream mistaken To-
booming battery, and the voices a
: the different stations made me think
heard the loud cheer of the British q
: the taking of the Cashmere gate, and a
| we rolled over bridges the battle be
: fore Delhi seemed going on, and as w
5 went through dark tunnels | seemed
to see the tomb of Iumayun il
} which the king of Delh
: was hidden, and in my dreams
) saw Lieut.. Kenny of the artiller
: throwing shells which were hand
ed to him their fuses burning. an,
. Campbell aad Reid and Hope Gran
/, covered with blood. and Nicholson
4 falling while rallying on the wall hi
/ wavering troops, and saw dead reg
a ment fall across dead regiment, an
!. heard the rataplan of the hoofs O
Hodgson's horse, and the dash of III
4 Bengal artillery, and the storming b
r the immortal fourth column, aud tn
: rougher the Indian railway becam
i and the darker the night grew th
4 more the scenes that had been study
b ing at Delhi came on me like an incr
l. bus. But the morning began to loo
Q through the window of our iolting ra
}, car, and the sunlight poured in on N
, pillow, and in my dreams saw tn
bright colors of the English flag hoiste
over Delhi, where the green banner q
the Moslem had waved, and the voice
e Of the wounded and dying seemed to b
IL exchanged for the voices that we
e coined soldiers home again.
h And as the morning light got brigh
n er and brighter, and in my dream
le mistook the bells at a station for
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