The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1897-07-02

numerous ndGlO4S OF the farG0 cOulO
have gone on until this time with the
butcheries in Armenia and Cuca? Mol
The Christian nations would have gone
forth with bread and medicine, and
bandages and military relief, until the
Turks have had no throne to sit
on, and Wey1er, the commanding
assassin in Cuba would have
been thrust into prison as
dark as that in which they murdered
DIR. Ruiz. l am no advocate for female
suffrage, and l do not know whether il
would be best to have it; but point
you to the queen of Great Britain and
the nation over which she rules as
| proof that woman may be POI
| litically dominant and prosperity
reign. God save the queen, whether
now, on the throne In Bucking-
ham palace.
And now pray God that day aftea
tomorrow, the uncertain skies of En-
gland, so economic of sunshine, may
pour golden light upon all the scene,
and that since the day when, in West
minister abbey, the girlish queen took
in one hand the scepter, and in the
other the orb of empire, there may have
been no day SO happy as that one IN
which she shall this week receive
the plaudits of Christendom. May
she be strengthened in her aged body
to ride the whirIwind of international
excitement, and her falling vision be
| illumined with bright memories of the
past and brighter visions of the future,
and when she quits the throne of earth
may she have throne in Heaven, and
as the doors of the eternal palace are
swung open, may the question of the
text sound in her enraptured ears:
"What wilt thou, Queen Esther?"
But as all of US will be denied at
tendance on that sixtieth anniversary
coronation, invite you, not to the an
niverSary of n coronation, but to
coronation itself-aye, to two corona
tions. Brought up as we are, we love
as no other form of government that
which is republican and democratic,
we, living on this side of the sea, can
not so easily DIS those living on the 9TH
er side of the sea, appreciate the two
coronations to which all up and
down the Bible you and l
are urgently invited. Some of
you have such morbid ideas of
religion that you think of it as going
down into a dark cellar, or out on a
barren commons, or as a fagellation;
when, so far from a dark cellar it is
palace, and instead of a barren COM
mons it is a garden, atoss with the
brightest fountains that were ever
rain bowed, and instead of fagellation
it is coronation, but a coronation ut
terly eclipsing the one whose sixtieth
anniversary is now being celebrated.
1t was a great day when David,
the little king, who was large
enough to thrash Goliath, took the
crown at Rabbah-a crown weigh
ing talent of gold and encircled with
precious stones-and the people shout
ed Long live the king" 1t was
great day when Petrarch. surrounded
by II patrician youths, clothed in scar
let, received from a senator the laurel
crown, and the people shouted: Long
live the poetm 1t was a great day
when Mark Antony put upon Caesar
the mightiest tiara of all the earth,
and in honor of Divine authority Caesar
had it placed afterward on the
head of the statue of Jupiter
when the greatest of Frenchmen
took the diadem of Charlemange and
put it on his own brow. 1t was great
day when, about an eighth of mile
from the gate of Jerusalem, under q
sky pallid with thickest darkness, and
on a mountain trammeled of earth
quake, and the air On fire with the
blasphemies of a mob, a crown of
spikes was put upon the pallid and
agonized brow of our Jesus. But that
particular coronation, amid tears and
blood and groans and shivering cata-
clysms, made your own coronation pos
sible.
But 1 invite you not only to your
own coronation, but to mightier and
the mightiest. In all the ages of time
no one ever had such hard time as
Christ while Ee was on earth. Bran
bles for His brow, expec toration for
His cheek. whips for His back, spears
for His side, spikes for His feet, con-
tumely for His name, and even in
our time, how many say He is
no Christ at all, and there are
tens of thousands of hands try
ing to push Him back and keep
Him down. But oh! the human and sa-
tanic impotency! Can a spider stop an
albatross? Can the hole which the toy
shovel of child digs in the sand at
Cape May swallow the Atlantic? Can
the breath of a summer fan drive back
the Mediterranean euroclydon? Yes,
when all the combined forces of earth
and hell can keep Christ from ascend
ing the throne of universal dominion.
David the Psalmist foresaw that coro-
nation, and cried out in regard to
the Messiah: Upon Himself shall
His crown flourish" From the cave of
black basalt st. John foresaw it, and
cried: ION his head were many
crowns" Now do not miss the beauty
of that figure. There is no room on
any head for more than one crown of
silver, gold or diamond. Then what
does the book mean when it says: ''On
His head were many crowns?" Well,
it means twisted and enwreathed
flowers. To prepare crown for your
child and make her the Queen of the
May" Won might take the
white flowers out of one parterre, and
the crimson flowers out of another
parterre, ard the pink flowers out of
another parterre, and gracefully and
skillfully work these four or five
crowns into one crown of beauty. So
all the splendors of earth and Heaven
are to be enwreathed into one coronal
for our Lords forehead-one blazing
glory, one dazzling brightness, one
overpowering perfume, one down
flashing, up-rolling, out-spreading mag
niflcence-and so on His head shall be-
many crowns.