The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1907-01-30

tnat accompanied INC utlll mOEV OID
NAL words was % embsllishsd will
gay little runs and liquid trills tina
it bubbled over into something
perilously like q waltz caprice be
fore 1t settled down into q mournfu
B-fat dirge.
The musical skill Of Miss Sallil
was the pride Of the town, so while
the audience listened and marvelel
at the brilliant effects produced upon
this simple long-metre theme, they
did not suspect that the sanetimoni'
Gus lines were being smoothed out oil
their sin-oppressed countenances.
while to the "Hark! from the tombs'
the flying fingers kept up = blithe-
some accompaniment Of trills and ar
peggio effects running in and GU,
among the dolorous words, tripping
up the death-bed and judgment-day
associations usually inspired by the
hymn, till at last 1t broke all bounds
and ripped into pagan caienza OF
worship to the Goddess Of Spring.
AS flowers after parching blast
lift up their heads in glad response
to refreshing shower, these staid
old hearts ran out to meet this al
legro echo Of the Spring. Death.
bed and judgment-day gave place
to the present Joy of living-the
birds, the flowers, the smiling skies,
that told Of justice tempered with
mercy and the peace that passeth
understanding-till all unconscious
ly the spirit Of the congregation had
fallen out of step with the hymn
When the last little curley-queues
of melody had died away 1t was
into praise-offering, smiling, auli-
ence the flushed young pianiste
looked.
Now Brother Broadside arose slow.
ly and contemplatively. Spreading
out his broad, fat hands. he looked
into the smiling faces around hin
just a bit bewildersd. He. too. was
dimly conscious OF the springtims
colorings OF the hillsides. the glory
of the resurrected world and ths
lavish love it all betoken. Only dim
ly, however. But this smiling, hope
full state of mind was not the effect
this hymn was calculated to produce
According to his usual plan of cam
paign, the singing of "Hark! from
the tombs" turned the minds of hi
hearers to the subject of his sermon
and prepared the way for his text
he had never before seen a congrega
ton SO little impressed by this
hymn.
Determining to put extra stres,
on what was to follow, Brother Ezra
Broadside opened the heavy blacl
poON lhoI 10y Al sSoeC uPoA Sho hOoNs
plush mat and read his text. Ever!
person in that audience had prOba
bly, read those verses many times
calmly and dispassionately, but from
the lips of Ezra Broadside they wer,
hurled like curses until with thu
final rendering of "Woe-Woe!" hi
voice arose in towering tones of i'm
pending doom. Woe unto you!
he repeated, pointing fat foreange
at the collective and Individual sin
ners before him, and followed hi
gesture with piercing scrutiny from
his beady eyes. Woe unto you
and you and you'll" pointing GU
worldly-looking individuals here ant
there over the house, and backing
up his wholesale denuneiation will
a volley of threats against "thi!
wicked and perverse generation.
The depths of the bottomless pi
were plumbed and sounded before
them till the atmosphere grew blu'
and sulphurous, and the flames O.
hell-fire seemed to seorch their sin
SCARED souls; the wrath Of God wal
poured down in drenching foods up
on their unrepentant heads; the de
generacy Of human nature, prom
to evil as the sparks fly upward,
was exploited by illustration from
criminal records until the Create
thereof must have blushed at Hi
own handiwork; the horrors of thu
death-bed of the unrepentant sin
ner painted in such lurid. goosedesh
inducing terms that the starting eye
before him began to see the devi
stocking up the fires that were t.
burn and blister but not consume
for millions and millions and mil
lions Of years.
The perils of dancing were describ
ed in terms his clean-minded younl
hearers did not understand; the ser
pent lurking in the bottom Of ever.