Daily Kennebec journal., 1900-09-01

hannes' love. they one and all forsook
Him in that crucial hour. The sudden
bewildered waking of the eleven, the
tramp of soldiers and the clash OF
arms, the loud, excited cries, but rend-
cred more impressive the poise and
dignity of that one quiet form. The
Judas kiss Peters drawn sword,
How real it was. Breathless we lis
tened as the cry, Way with the repro
bate" rang in our ears, and then with
ieers and laughter He was led to judg-
ment. Vaguely we knew that people
all about US were moving out into the
open air. There was a hush as though
an unseen Presence walked in their
midst. and as in a dream we rose and
followed. We found some spot,-we
hardly realized where,-to sit and make
some pretense of noontime meal.
From eight till nearly one we had not
moved and yet we were not conscious
OF fatigue, 50 complete was our absorb
ton. We turned back, fearful to miss
word. yet dreading all that was 70
follow. There are none but what have
read that He was brought before
Caiaphas. Herod. PLATE, We think we
comprehend the meaning in the words,
but for ourselves we know the weary
round from house to house, the hope
less journeying from place to place was
never understood until we saw Him
led, dumb and patient. before each
cruel. mockirg judge. Yet once again
He stands before the Roman PLATE. the
raging, furious populace surge about
HIM. From one man to the next, paid
emissaries of the priests pass. whisper
ing. Demand Barabbas." and as the
soldiers lead forth the low browed.
desperate criminal mighty shout
goes up. Release Barabbas!" ITO the
cross with the Galilean." Throughout
the crises Of those hours what thoughts
have stirred the heart of Judas, Too
late he comprehends the meaning Of
his treachery. We see him force his
way into the Sanhedrin; we hear his
frenzied pleadings for his Lords re
lease. With what despairing rage he
filings before the rabbis the accursed
silver. While the council look at him
with cold. contemptuous glances. For
him there is no place on earth He
hurries to lonely wood and there in
hopeless horror Of himself he ends his
life
one moving scene crowds fast upon
another. stirring the deepest feelings
Of the heart beyond control The
scOurging, crowning with thorns amid
insulting jests. We're almost more than
We could look upon. And nov from
Bethany comes the Mother with John
and Mary Magdalene. seeking their BE
loved, with trembling and with fear.
Slowly they move along. What il thal
far of-Cry 50 terrible in its rage" they
question. Nearer and nearer it comes.
the roar of many voices. mingled with
hoarse cries of Cruelty Him ana
then the rabble push and struggle Up
the street. Driven on with scO.n and
hate fainting, sinking beneath the
burden of the world. blood stained and
agoniZed. we look upon the outward
Semblance Of the Lord The weeping
women kneel, one gives the cloth with
which He wipes the stains from off His
face. on Simon's shoulders they lay
the cross. as brokenly he cries 1t is
for Thee l bear ii. oh my MASTER"
and on they move to Calvary. We
hear the nails pierce hands ana feet.
then slowly from the ground is raised
that cross on which. with outstrctchcd
arms. is hung the Chrstus. on either
side the thieves. their arms across thr
beams. What untold suffering i'm that
pallid face. what measurclcss love ana
pathos in those low breathed words.
Tears streamed from every eve, s1bs
could not be repressed, the highest.
holiest emotions thrilled each soul.
None know as we know how made
quately we have Transcribed these
scenes. Our only thought has been w
make apparent the moving tenderness.
the uplifting influence Of it au INV
show that time and space We're swept
away. 1t was Jerusalem itself the
very road to Calvary. We followed
in that train" and Truth no longer
seemed a barren. abstract force. but
living, loving power, whose center
and circumference is the Christ.
MRS. HERMANN kOTSZHCMAP