The Yale expositor., 1895-01-04

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~ NNAS { In this day when
(6Oc vast sums of money
e1(CS1O are being given for the
~ redemption OF India,
hope to increase tie interest in that
great country, and at the same time
draw for all classes of our people prac-
teal lessons, and SO present this fifth
sermon in the "'round the world"
series. We step into the ancient CAPT
tai of India, the mere pronunciation of
its nan sending thrill through the
body, mind and soul of all those who
have ever read its stories If plendor,
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 papyrus, Delhi stood in In
dia, contemporary of Babylon and
Nineveh. We know that Delhi eX-
listed longer before Christ's time than
we live after his time. Delhi is built
on the ruins Of seven cities, which
ruins cover forty miles with wrecked
temples, broken fortresscs, split
tombs, tumble down palaces, and the
debris of centuries An archpologist
could proftably spend his life here
talking with the past through its lips
of venerable masonry.
There are q hundred things here
you ought to sec IN this city of Delhi,
but three things you must see. The
first thing that l wanted TO see was
| . 20 fpy hot a
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 eighteen inches
square, n picture well executed, but
chiefly valuable for what il repre-
scented. 1t was 4 scene from the time
of mutiny; two horses at full run,
harnessed 10 "A carriage in which were
four persons. She said: Those per-
sons on the front side are my father
and mother. The young lady on the
back seat holding in her arms baby
of year was my eldest sister and
the baby was myself. My 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 reason that fathe",
standing up in the front Of his car
rage, had to defend us with his gun,
as you there see lie fought our way
out and on for many a mile, shooting
down the Sepoys as we went. We had
somewhat suspected trouble and be-
come suspicious IF our servants. n
prince had requested private inter
view with my father, who was editor
of the Delhi Gazette. The prince pro-
posed to come yelled, so that no one
might recognize him, but my mother
insisted on being present, and the in
terview did not take place. A large
fish had been sent to our family, and
four other families, the present an Of
fering of thanks for the kings recov-
cry from a recent sickness. 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 pound
cd by Sepoys, and ropes wee tied
across the way, and the savage halloo,
and the shout of revenge made all the
way Of ovr fight a horror
The books have fully recorded the
heroism displayed at Delhi and APP
proxmate regions, but make no mem
ton of this family of Wagentreibers
whose flight i am mentioning. But
the Madras "Atheneum' printed this:
"And now! Are not the deeds of the
Wagentreibcrs, though he wore a round
hat and she crinoline, as worthy of
imperishable verse as those of the
heroic pair whose nuptials graced the
court of Charlemagne? A more touch
ing picture than that OF brave men con-
tending with well nerved arm against
the black and threatening fate impcnd-
ing over his wife and child, we have
never seen. here WIS no SlTllc lOT INC
glory Of physical prowess, or the spoil
of shining arms, but q conquest of the
human mind, an assertion of the pow
ers of intellect over the most appalling
array of circumstances that could as
sail human being Men have become
gray in front of sudden and unexpected
peril and in ancient days so much was
court &c a matter 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 war cry, and
swarming like wasps around the
Wogentreibsrs.s struck 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 upright that he might use his
arms better"
As an incident will sometimes more
impress one than generality Of state
ment, present the light of this one
family from Delhi merely to illustrate
The daenaratio of the times The