The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1900-07-02

the magnificent dome is seen from afar;
Each wall and stone OF II is q piece OF
sacred history. Each arch and pillar OF y
Is a memorial of the tears and hosannahs OF
| Gods people. Solomon's Porch recalls the
glory OF Israel The Ark OF the Covenant
recalls the eternal promises OF Goi. Bu'
gers are blinking their coins and the shrili
cries or the dova-sellers are piercing the air
Inc avenues are choked by jostling null
| titude; So it was few moments ago. But
now lhe Sc ne is changed Heavens anger
Is on the face Of Jesus. The knctted whip
a - a rough discoufser OF truth one lnigh,y
conscience one mighty heart one mighty
sou! nl!ed with iron and flame. puts 10
I flight IA multitude
Pfcure No. 8: a Jewish sepulchre. few
weeping women. the hrshed silence that
waits on Death and the grave. so II WAS
| a Few moments ago. But Jesus Is there.
The tears have rolled down his face. his
htnrt fhrehbing and swelling under the
pressure OF its worldwide sympathy. The
errht words were uttered. and now the
lac,S OF Mary and Martha are illumined
Win JOY, the faces o: the Jews are stricken
with amaz.ment the face Of Jesus il
thrilied with the manifestation OF godlike
power the doors of the grave are opened.
and he who was dead il standing among
them.
Picture No. C: A garden outside Jerusa-
olive trees. Three men sound asleep. One
man awake: I'm the words of Victor Hugo
man who Is God. God who is man. In
whom are aggregated all the sauctitias and
an ne sun-rinGs of humanity. awake and
rrsyiag. wrestling alone under the stag
iilled night. pushing from his hand the fear
ling with shadow and ovcrrunnlns
with darkness. bowling his head I'M
Der the force onrush OF the worlds
ana transfsnrcd. o mp now ''n TO
% The Fathers will every trembling Of the
n"sn suhdu"d to tho control OF the Divine
Siirlt- every Hon driven back 20 its den.
ready now TO fulfill the eternal decree and
across his broken body let the world march
't "p,n,u- !" ne gates Of o:srnal NE. %.
Tie hill. Jesus on the Riddle one A
ina,eiacto: on either side. a dnrkened sky.
group s Of ac,i saTih aSMin u I mSs
group Of women, The savior's head fallen
on ~, MS bre,st The cross stained with blood.
one closing thought We are all paint
ing pictures. The deed OF to-day IS tho pic
tnre Of tomorrow: The immortality Of
memory IS fearful thing Dvss's hell was
paved with hitter recolectiors We never
forge anything. The pictures are only
81 5Sr tsa ,n the val Those Italian mobiles
one another for vengeance. power. or glory
did not know that the portraiture of their
crimes would he scanned and criticised IN
the sunlight OF after ages. did not know
mat Young man walking among ther>.
whose name was Dante. was writing down
terrible history. which. Transferred I'm the
travel through all the generations of the
among US. We are making our eternal his
tory with every passing breath. Our brushes
are going all the time: fair faces of kindly
deeds. sparkling fountains of innocent joy
tender and mellow lights OF charity and
love. driving storms OF passion. shipwrecked
honor struggling among the black waves.
cold. stony brows Of selfish desire. burning
desert slop!ng down to the Kingdoms OF the
lost. or
When round b.. head IN. aureole CLOVIS.
And he is clothed In white.
IL tax, his hand and x with him
To the deep wells cf light.
As unto stream will step down
And battle there in Gods sight