The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-10-28

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his rsirdle ana slew the beast The king
/ sitting in the gallery said, That was not
I fair; the lion must BE- slain 10y the sword. -
other lions were turned out ana the poor
. Victim fell. You CRY shame. Shame at
I such meaumess. But the King IN this
case, is our brother. and he viii see that
we have fair play. he viii forbid the
rushing out of more lions than we can
meet; he VIII not suffer Us 10 be tempted
Z King is ln the gallery. Ills eyes are on US
I His heart is with us. His hang viii de
| liver us. Blessed are all they who put
look again. ana see the angelic gal
lery. There they are. the angel that swung
| the sword at the gate Of Eden, the same
! that Ezekiel saw UNFOLDING the throne OF
God, from which I look away, for
the splcndor IS insumerable. Here are the
guardian angels. That enc watched pa
lIlafchi TINS one protected a child mat
one has been pulling a soul out of tempta-
/ ton. All these are messengers of light
Those drove the Spanish Armada on the
rocks. This turned Sennacherib's living
hosts into heap Of one hundred and
eighty-fVe thousand corpses. Those yOn-
I der chan-ed the Christmas carol over
Betnlehem, until the chant aWOke the
shepherds. These, at creation, stood in
the balcony Of heaven, and serenaded the
newborn world. wrapped IN swaddling
clothes of light. And there, holier and
mightier than all, is Michael the archan-
gel To command an earthly host gives
dignity; but this one is leader OF the TWEEN
~ thousand charlOts of God. and Of the
ten thousand times ten thousand angels.
thlak 600 gives command to the arch
angel, and the archangel TO the seraphim
and the seraphim TO the cherubim. until
all the lower orders of heaven hear the
command, and 60 forth on the high be-
Now, bring on your lions, Who can
fear? All the spectators in the angelic
salleTy are our friends. He shall give
nus angels charge over thee, 70 keep thee
in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up
IN their hands, lest thou dash thy foot
against a stone. Thou shalt tread upon
a. ia r
the dragon shalt thou trample under
Though the arena be crowded with temp
tatlons, we SHAH, with the angelic help,
strike them down in the name OF our God
and leap on their fallen carcassesi ON,
Dending throng Of bright, angelic faces
ana swift wings and lightning foot! l
nan you to-day, from the dust and strug-
gle of the arenal
look again, and I see the gallery of
the prophets and apostles Who are those
mighty ones up yonder? Hosea and Jer-
emah, and Daniel, and Isaiah, and Paul,
ana refer, ana John, and James. There
sits Noah, waiting for al the world to
come into the ark; and Moses, waiting
till the last Red Sea shall divide: and
Jeremiah, waiting for the Jews 10 re-
turn; and John. Of the Apocalypse, wait
lns Tor the swearing of the angel that
1lne shall be no longer. Glorious spir-
It's! re were howled at; We were stoned;
We were spit upon! They have been in
the, night themselves; and they are all
win us. Daniel knows all about lions.
Paul fought with beasts at Ephesus.
In the ancient amphitheater, the people
got so excited that they would shout from
the galleries to the men IN the arena: AT
1t again. Forward zone more strokei''
Look out! Fall backv "Huzzai huz-
"a! 50 in that gallery. prophetic and
apostolic, they cannot keep their peace.
Daniel cries out: THY God will deliver
thee from the mouth of the lons" David
eNclaims; He viii not suffer thy foot to
be moved" Isaiah calls out: Fear not!
1 am with thee! BE not dismayed" Paul
eXclalms: Victory through our Lord
Jesus christ! Ihat throng of prophets
ana apostles cannot keep still They make
the welkin ring with shouting and halle
lujahs.
/ look again and see the gallery Of the
martyrs Who is that? Hugh Latimer,
sure enough! He would not apologize for
the truth preached; and so he died the
night before swinging from the bed-post
in perfect glee at the thought of enamel
patton. Who are that army of six thou
sand six hundred and sixty-six? They
are the Theban Legion who died for the
faith. Here is a larger host in magnificent
array-eight hundred and eighty-four
thousand-who persisted for Christ in the
prosecutions of Diocletian. Yonder is a
Iamlly Sroup, Felicitas of Rome and her
children. While they are dying for the
taltn she stood encouraging them. one
son was whipped to death by thorns; an
other was flung from a rock; another was
beheaded. At last the mother be-
came martyr. There they are
en-! Yonder is John Bradford who
said, in the fire, 1--WE shall have a merry
supper with the Lord tO-nightr Yonder
is Henry Woes, who exclaimed. as he
died, II I had ten heads they should all
fan or for Christi The great throng
of the martyrs! They had hot lead poured
tened TO their hands, and other horses
TO their feet, and thus they were pulled
apart they had their tongues pulled out
by red-hOt pincers; they were sewn up
in the skins of animals, and then thrown
to the dogs; they were daubed with COM
bustibles and set on FIRE! If all the ,nar-
ma IA
be set at proper distances, they would
make the midnight, all the world over,
bright as monday And now they sit
yonder in the martyrs gallery. Fer
them the fires of persecution nave gene
out the swords are sheathed and the
mob hushed. Now they watch us with
an all-observing sympathy They know
all the pain, all the hardship, all the an
guish, all the injustice, all the prvstion.
They cannot keep still. They cry:
Courage! The fire will not consume.
The floods cannot drown. The lions cam
not devour! Courage! down there in the
What. are they all looking? This night
we answer back the salutation they give,
and cry, Hail! sons and daughters OF
look again, and 1 see another gallery,
that of eminent Christians. What strikes
/ me strangely is the mixing in compan-
| ionship of those who on earth could not
agree. There l see Martin Luther, and
| beside him Roman Catholic who looked
: beyond the supers utions Of his church
/ and is saved. There is Albert Barnes,
/ and around him the presbytery who tried
! him for heretodoxy! Yonder is Lyman
| Beecher, and the church court that de-
| nounced him! Stranger than all, there Is
! John Calvin and James Arminiusi Who
would have thought that they would sit
! so lovingly together? There is George
! Whiteheld, and the bishops who would
not let him come into their pulpits be-
cause they thought him a fanatic There
! are the sweet singers, Toplady, Mont
| gomery, Charles Wesley, Isaac Watts,
| and Mrs. Sigourney. If heaven had had
no music before they went up, they would
| have started the singing. And there, the
| band of missionaries; David Abeel, talk
ing of China redeemed; and John Scud-
der OF India saved; an David Brainerd,
of the aborigines evangelizei and Mrs.
| Adoniram JudsOn, whose prayers for Bur
NAH took heaven by violence! All these
Christians are looking into the arena. Our
struggle is nothing TO theirs. Do we, in
| Christs cause, suffer from the cold? They
walked Greenlands icy mountains. Do
we suffer from the heat? They sweltered
in the tropics Do we get fatigued? They
tainted. with none TO care for them but
/ cannibals. Are We prosecuted? They
We're mathematical. And as they look
I from their gallery and see US falter in the
/ presence of the lions. / seem to hear