The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on April 22, 1896 · Page 6
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, April 22, 1896
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' W,, sfri? W'" 5 wis nwdggliiig wit'ti the 1' $afie6 t>ttt ot ddot-a showed the -'""' '•# ahd the brilliant Ml fltffimerrag' bluish t&n shone the young leafage of the bios .. {fees, Which SWttyed getttiy to „„__ tfd before the windows in the «1ight bfeesfe,' But, ttothiug was more ••* reiadtS" from the minds of oiif circle, ,' 'whltli inet every evening at a certain ",-table tot social intercourse, than poet•,,' leal ideas. The club, of •which 1 was ] sue, consisted principally of worthy ' citizens, Who had a far greater liking ' for bright gaslight than for ditn mooti» light, and who appreciated tbe chat-ma , of a good supper touch more than the spell of the loveliest spring night. T"ho topic* of .our conversation was prosaic town gossip, which, as Usual, gradu* ally inerged into foolish talk about politics or discussions concerning the (government, the theater, high taxes and similar subjects. By a connection Of ideas which I do Hot now recall, the iqucf.tlon had arisen whether It wns •credible that a person's hah' could suddenly turn gray from violent mental excitement. Tart of the company received the anecdote current about such cases with slight doubts, while others •most pitilessly derided parsons who Were simple enough to believe such nursery tales. Just as the conversation became ' most 'animated, a; man of unusual <Molgiht and herculean frame, whom we pad not previously noticed, rose from i'£ side tame and approached^ug, His, 'Intelligent features, whichi-JjOre tliej jfelamp of resolution, seemed-.sjpirituaTjV Ized by the large, kindly blue'eye§£ "But the most striking peculiarity 'ftt "Jiis appearance was the snow-white hair and the gray beard framing his face .which, at the utmost,'Indicated age of only thirty-five-years. "Pardon mo if I enter into your conversation," he said, bowing courte- o«8ly"You are speaking of a subject •which greatly interests me. I myself am a living proof that terrible mental agitation really does exert the physical Influence which you all doubt." His words awakened the utmost interest. Wo made room for him at our table, and, after he had taken his seat, unanimously urged tell us what had cansed the whiteness of his hair. The stranger feigned no undue modesty, but yielded to our entreaties and related the following story: "If you have ever paid any attention to American affairs,-the name of Au,burn cannot bo unfamiliar; it has about the same significance in the .United States as Spielberg has in Austria. You must hot imagine Auburn B.S an immense gloomy prison, a single large building,'but rather a whole col- j>ny of criminals, a metropolis of tho 1 miserable outcasts of society. Inclosed jby enormous walls, which rise menacingly to a considerable height above the plain, are a great number of single structureSj houses which contain .the cells of the prisoners, the residences of the wardens, barracks, hospitals and workshops, all desolate and ureary, with here and there a bit of turf, a row of trees, a bed of flowers, like an innocent memory of childhood among the evil thoughts of a criminal. "Circumstances which I will not weary yon with recounting had led me, afler completing my education in my native city, Hamburg ,to America, and after a brief time in New York I found myself prison surgeon • in Auburn, which, as perhaps you know, is in the £>tate of New York. "1 had charge of a part of the prison which contained the worst criminals, men, or rather human hyenas, to nvbom blood had ceased,to be a very npecial liquid, as Mephistopheles terms It, Two, who were condemned to lifelong imprisonment in the institution jmd were distinguished among the oth- prs by great bodily strength, craftiness hnd intelligence, had, in consequence pf repeated bold and cunning attempts jto escape, been placed uudor more rigid oversight than the rest. I had incurred their special hate because I 'had once caused the discovery of several iron tools, which—heaven knows fiow obtained—they had concealed under their clothing, and on another occasion discovered that they wore ch' ir "m'"3 when, on the plea of illness, \- ,.y desired to be placed In the hos- , pita}, probably because they hoped to liud the conditions there more favora- |jlo for their plans of escape. The licoundrels were separated and heavily fhftinGd, but nevertheless one morning j, ono'and a few days later the other vanished, chains an all, without leuvr i>(ng a-trace. About a fortnight after- pwd I went to Oayuga Bridge on some private business. t «It was noon when I reached the of my ride, and I gazed with-de• at the sunlit landscape before my Jt. Oayuga Jake, one of those vyhjeh jj the ne|worfc 'Of the Inland tekes •WTfew. York, lay before we in its pe* ,pujjftr loveliness, Between rugged, ti'ogiiy,'shores, confronting ^Ach other <Hke sullen foes, the long,'narrow shpet pf silver extended its clear- surface^'as ?!£• striving to reconcile thp two foe. rates w^9 had stared defiantly ftt ejpji <aj.hgr fov eenjturlps, 'Aorqsp f " *Ti'WcU is, about forty miles . i a.]/ thj8'jwlftt, a jniie wide, tlio >fraHB9 ,i'»s on a B Immense jbrldg^/B jnayyjel of Anjei" W.W _.,,_.. -'-- g^tton , Iftke, and , "It niufft Hare been lite at night when consciousness t ettirfied. 1 ' ifly §yes Jlhd SAW 4 Above Me Ifa the" J)Mo *ky a, rfldlarft ftlll nlootl, A heavy gettsatldn In the b'aek oLtrty head friftdS me tr$- tb put thy hfuta bn thd ftchlng spot, bm 1 dlseorefed.that t Was boiititl hand dnd ftfot. Uffldti* ally t toJlected my thoughts', remembered the flitrtck^ of highwaymen, arid & tttt'l'lbk 4 foreboding, which made hiy heart stop beating, ddrtud thi-ntigh my bl-dln, I foil that 1 was laid across two sharp, parallel projections, which pressed .igalnst me most painfully, and, listening Intently, I heard, far below me, a faint, plashing sound, was no doubt—I Was lying across the i-Alls of the Caytlga Bridge, bound, unable to move, with the terrible, certain prospect of being cut Into three pieces by the next train. 'I almost lost consciousness again. But 1 soon recovered my composure. Then I tugged desperately at my, bonds until they almost cut my mus-' cles, shrieked, and at last wept like a- child. 1 tried to roll myself Into a different position, and remembered that an Incautious movement would hurl me into the silent waves of tho Cayti- ga—bound hand and foot, motionless as ii stone. "I shuddered and lay still. But not ong. The light of tho large, to inti, fearfully brilliant moon, the plashing of the water below, the wind blowing ibftly, then the deathlike silence again. rarely interrupted even by the distant notes of a bird—all became unendura- >le and inspired me with unspea.kabl« terror. And the rails I The rails! My senses tortured me. I could not es- :ape them. The wooden beams of tho bridge trembled almost imperceptibly Yoni. the Washing; of the water. 1 im- nglned I felt the approach of the train, and • my heart stood still, only io hrob the next Ins unit with such dreiul- L'ul speed that the pulsations wore al- nost audible. "Theiv nre some things, gontlomon. vlitch are totally Incomprehensible to no; one'of tlk'iri Is how I survived hat night. Ouo thing stood distinctly )eforo my riiiud. I must endeavor to v.ork myself Into another position—If )ossible get into the space between the rails—if it \vivs not, perhaps the icxt moment, to become the victim of :he most agonizing death. "And I succeeded! I strained every muscle, every sinew, to the point of. breaking. I writhed, I .twisted, 1 panted, my head seemed bursting,' and, after tremendous exertion, which appeared to 'me to last an.'eternity, :hough, perhaps, ir. was only moments, [ found myself In the hollow between the vails. "Was I safe I had not time to consider or rejoice in my new hope, but all my vital powers were concentrated in the single sense of hearing. In tho far distance I distinguished, at first vaguely, then more and more distlii?-- ly, the regular, monotonous, dull iioisq which is produced by a moving locomotive. The awful silence of the night) merged, minute by minute, into tho still more awful, confused, jarring sounds, tho rattling and groaning, rumbling and panting o ftho locomotive, which wns rushing forward at the mad speed of Amurican trains. A thousand feet more, live hundred—alj tho terrors of the internal regions assailed me, but not a muscle moved; I lay as it' turned to stone. I tried to shriek, but did not even hear my own voice; how should it reach those on ihe train? ••Now ,for an infinitely brief space ol! time, I fancied that I saw a bright light, a,blast of hot air i'anued me; then, suddenly, darkness shrouded, me; I hoard a thundering roar, as though the very,heavens were falling; "Close, very closo, barely an inch above, the monster dashed over me--I wns safe. Still half-unconscious, I heard a deafening rumbling and clattering, and saw shadowy masses flit by; thero was another moment of awful dread—the hook of n. chain which hung lower thflii the rest caught me, drftsiijod me' along a. few feet, and finally tore a largo piece. • from the breast of my coat, releasing me—then every object danced around mo, tho moon, the bridge and the high bank whirled In a giddy maze above and below me and niy souses failed. "\Vheu I' ivuatned my consciousness I found mjself In my bed, with familiar faces around me. To make my story- short, I Imd been picked up in the morning .after that terrible night by a signal man, recognlzod and taken to Auburn. A violent fever kept me for a fortnight within the shadow of death, but my strong constitution conquered. AVhen, after my recovery, 1 looked In tho glass for the lirst time, I saw what traces those moments hud left upon me," The physician paused. The pallid fiu?e, the expression of horror in Jils eyes, tho perspiration which stood in large drops upon his brow, showed how vivid must be his remembrance of the scene, and how greatly the narration had exhausted hliu. Gradually tho breathlegs anxiety with whioh wo Imd listened to the story relaltod with such > graphic pow» or, passed uway, and cheerfulness returnee!. Thei) we paced to and fro toy a long time In the moonlight, in the garden, behind the tavern, listening to the doe- $QV*B tales of less-harvowing expert* euces lp the young laud of liberty, wonders awd, nflyeuture. TJ»H» They Kwevr. The tvulvrgiftefl epgjneer »lwi»yp M)ak(»8 gap payt Of \\\$ "SVflVk, fit JntQ »»' 0'tJjioj', a«(i BP ^oeff y 1| ftvor wasted,. ' t up JV '' Jyp WPi?«^t''WA9.s'll8i|wi-tUefe by na ftW ft^JMl' '*"" ' *"'" >*'"' ' - '>*••'' fl*lm i*IciHnn/1iarl DA miituli rtlfflnnlttr In «**«%!«« HDSMON, biceWo at'if the fcs&rped LAlT SUMBAY^S f ALk» oeidea f*iti "Aart the sad *&M6A la a fiaee W*«t •ei *v., I 1 ?. Alt up and fat back ifl the hlstery of heaven there «ame & period -when its most Illustrious cit- teen Wafl about to absent himself. He was not going to eall from beach to beach; we have oftett done that. He was not going to put out from one hemisphere to an." Other hemisphere; many of. Us have done that. But he was to sail from World to world, the spaces unexplored and the Immensities untraveled. No world has ever hailed heaven, and heaven has never hailed aay other World. 1 think that the windows and tho balconies were thronged, and that the pearly beach was crowded with those who had come to see him sail out of the harbor of light Into the ocean beyond. Out and out and out, and on and on and on, and down and down and Hown he sped, until one night, with only one to greet him, when he arrived, his disembarkation so unpretending, so quiet, that It was not known on earth until the excitement In the cloud gave Intimation to the Bethlehem rustics that something grand and glorious had happened. Who cornea there?. From what port did he sail ? Why -was this the place of his destination? I question the shepherds. I question the camel drivers. I question the angels. I have found out. 'He was an exile. But the world had plenty of exiles. Abraham, an exile from Haran; John, an exile from Ephesus; Kosclusko, an exile from Poland; Mazzini, an exile from Rome; Emmet, an exile from Ireland; Victor Hugo, an exile from France; Kossuth, an exile from Hungary. But this One of whom I speak to-day had such resounding farewell and came into such chilling reception—for not even a hostler went out with his lantern to light him In—that he is more to be celebrated than any other expatriated exile of earth or heaven. First, I remark that Christ was an Imperial exile. He got down off a throne. He took off a tiara. He closed a palace •gate behind him. His family were princes and princesses. Vashtl was turned out of the throne-room by Aha- suerus. David was dethroned by Absalom's infamy. The five kings were hurled Into a cavern by Joshua's cour- 'age. Some of the Henrys of England and some of the Louises of France were jostled on their thrones by discontented subjects. But Christ was never more honored, or more popular, or more loved ithan the day he left heaven. Exiles ihave suffered severely, but Christ turned himself out from throne-room into sheep-pen, and down from the top to the bottom. He was not pushed offl. He was not manacled for foreign transportation. He was not put out because they no more wanted him in celestial domain, but by choice departing and descending Into an exile five times as long as that of Napoleon at St. Helena, and a thousand times'worse; the one exile suffering for that he had destroyed nations, the other exile suffering because he came to save a-world. An imperial exile. King eternal. "Blessing and honor and glory and power be unto him that sitteth upon the throne." But I go further,'and tell you he was an exile on a barren island. This world is one of the smallest Islands of light in the ocean of immensity. Other stellar kingdoms are many thousand times larger than this. 1 Christ came to this small Patmos of a world. When exiles are sent out they are generally gent to regions that are sandy or cold, or hot —some Dry Tortugas of disagreeableness. Christ came as an exile to a world scorched with heat and bitten with cold, to deserts simoon-swept, to a howling wilderness. It 1 was the backdoor yard, seemingly, of the universe. Yea, Christ came to the poorest part of this barren island of ,a world—Asia Minor, with its intense summers, unfit for tl>e residence of a foreigner, and in the rainy season unfit for the residence of a native. Christ came not to such a Jand as America, or England, or F-rance, or Germany, but to a land one-third of the year drowned, another third of the year burned up, and only one-third of the year just tolerable, Oh! it was the barren Island of a world, Barren enough for Christ, fop it gave such small worship and such, inadequate affection, and sucli little gratitude. Imperial exile on the barren island of e, worldi I go further,,and tell you-that he was an exile in a hostile country. Turkey was never so wuqji sgftinst Russia, France was never so much against Germany, as this earth was against Christ, It took him in through tbe door of a stable, it thrust him out at |he point of ft gpear, The Rpraan government against him with every weapon pf }ts army, W4 9Wy <teelsi«» of Us courts, and every b,eak of ita war eagles, For years after his arrive,}, the ejily q«pg- ttsm, was ftpw- J3ef.t,te put-Mm put; " e ng cetoe fieare* up ano* se'6 tn§ tufed visage of the sufteflnf exile, CWfst fift* it. W:t6n the <•««*? was thrust at his side, and wheft the ham- toer was lifted lot tils feet, afid When the reed was raised to strike deeper down tne spikes of thorn, Christ Watched the whole procedure. When his hands were fastened td the cross they Were wide open still With benediction. Mind you, his head Was not fastened; he could look to the right and he could lobk to the left, and he eoUld look up and he could look doWn. He saw when the spikes had beefl driven home, and the hard, round, iron heads were in the palms ol his hatids; he saw them as plainly as you eVef saw anything Jn the paltos of yoUf hands. No ether, ho chloroform, no merciful anesthetic to dull or stupefy* but, widea- wake, he saw the obscuration of the heavens, the unbalancing of the rocks, the countenances quivering with rage and the cachinnatlon diabolic. Oh! it Was the hostile as Well afl the barren island of a world, I go further, and tell you that this exile was far from home. It is ninety- five million miles from here to the sun, and all astronomers agree in saying that our solar system is only one of the smaller wheels of the great machinery of the universe turning around some one great center, the center so far distant It Is beyond all imagination and calculation, and if, as some think, that great center In the distance la heaven, Christ came far from home when he came here. Have you ever thought of the homesickness of Christ? Some o£ you know what homesickness is when you have been only a few weeks absent from the domestic circle. Christ was thirty-three years away from home. Some of you feel homesickness when you are a hundred or a thousand miles away from the domestic circle. Christ was more million miles away from home than you could count if all your life you did nothing but count. You know what it is to be homesick even amid pleasant surroundings, but Christ slept in huts, and he was athirst, and he was a-hungered, and he was on the way from being born in another man's barn to being buried in another man's grave. I have read how the Swiss, when they are far away from their native country, at the sound of the national air get so homesick that' they fall into melancholy and sometimes they die under the homesickness. But oh! the homesickness of Christ. Poverty homesick for celestial riches. Weariness homesick for rest. Homesick for angelic and archangelic companionship. Homesick to get out of the night and the storm and the world's execration. Homesickness will make a week seem •as long as a month, and it seems to mo that the three decades of Christ's residence on earth must have seemed to him almost interminable. You have often tried to measure the other pangs of Christ, but you have never tried to measure the magnitude and ponderosity of a Saviour's homesickness. I take a step further and tell you that Christ was in an exile which he knew would end in assassination. Hol- nian Hunt, the master painter, has a picture in which he represents Jesus ^Christ in the Nazarene carpenter-shop. Around him are the saws, the hammers, _the axes, the drills of carpentry. The picture represents Christ, as rising from the carpenter's 'working-bench and wearily stretching out his arms as one will after being in contracted or uncomfortable posture, and the light of that picture Is so arranged that the arms of Christ, wearily stretched forth, together with his body, throw on the wall the shadow of the cross. Oh! my friends, that shadow was on everything in Christs's life-time. Shadow of a cross on the Bethlehem swaddling clothes, Shadow of a cross on the road over which the three fugitives fled into Egypt. Shadow of a cross on Lake Galilee as Christ walked its mosaic floor of opal and emerald and crystal. Shadow of a cross on the road to Emmaus. Shadow of a cross on the brook Kedron, and on the temple, and on the side of Olivet, Shadow of a cross on sunrise and sunset. Constantino, marching with his army, saw just once a cross in the sky, but Christ saw the cross all the time. O» a rough journey we cheer ourselves with the fact that it will end in warm hospitality; but Christ knew that bis rough path would end at a defoliag, ed tree without one leaf and with only two branches, bearing fruit of such bitterness as no human lips had ever tasted. Oh what an exile—starting in an infancy without any cracjle, and ending in assassination. Thirst without any water. Pay without any sunlight. The doom of a desperado for more than angelic excellence. For what that expatriation and. that exile? Worldly good sometimes comes from wordly evil The accidental glance of a sharp blade' from ft razor-grinder's wheel put out the eye of Gambetta and excited syrn pathtes which gained him au education and started him on a career that made his name more majestic among Frenchmen than any other name JB the last twenty years. Hawthorne, turned, out of the ofllce of collectpr at Salem, went home' in despair. His wife to«obe4 him on the shoulder, and said, "Now is the, time to write your bosk" ana Ws famous, "Scarlet let* ter" was, the brilliant consequence Werjaiy fQM sometimes comes from wprWly evil. "Then, be not UBbeliev i»g wbso I teU you that #901 tbe smteet ertme of ajj eternity W d of the ibPte «»Jyer% the m«r<jer of the fiw'ttt a»J»-'ftws vftau cpiae results vU«j».Jb»U ssllpse all (to g;,enoij 3"! *TtiT^*TlV ' ' <"'* v ™r«"ip> m*vuLwB»-i '.&•".''• ffwtnt, anl ifl <** Sefise of ttj Mhef, that Includes ail -ot .us. Tn« gates of toJS continent have been ad wide!? opened that there are here inaily voluntary' exiles from Othef lands. Some of you ate Scotchmen. t see It in you? high cheek-bones, and In the color that illumines your face Wheti t mention the land of your nativity. fionfile Scotland! Deaf old kirk! Some of your ancestors sleeping In dreyfrlars churchyard, or by the deep Ibchs filled oilt of the pitchers of heaven, Or under the heather sometimes so deep of color it makes one think of the blood of the Covenanters who signed their names for Christ, dipping their pens into the veins of their own arms opened for that purpose. How every fibre Of your nature thrills as 1 mention the names of Robert flruce, and the Campbells, and Cochrane. I bespeak for thin royal exile of my text the love and the Service of all Scotch exiles, Some of you are Englishmen. Your ancestry served the Lord. Have I not read of the sufferings of the Haymarket? and have I not seen in Ox* ford the Very spot where Ridley and Latimer mounted the red chariot? Some of your ancestors heard George Whltefleld thunder, or heard Charles Wesley sing, or heard John Bunyan tell his dream of the celestial city; and the cathedrals under the shadow of which some of you were .born had in their grandest organ-roll the name of the Messiah. I bespeak for tL royal exile of my sermon, the love aud the service of all English exiles. Yes, some of you came from the island oi distress over which Hunger, on a throne of human skeletons, sat queen.. All efforts at amelioration halted by massacre. Procession of famines, procession of martyrdoms marching from Northern Channel to Cape Clear and from the Irish Sea across to the- Atlantic. An island not bounded as geographers tell us, but as every philanthropist knows — bounded on the north and the south ancl the east and the west by woe which no human politics can alleviate, and only almighty God can assuage. Land of Goklomlth's rhythm, and Sheridan's wit, and O'Connell's eloquence, and Edmund Burke's statesmanship, and O'Brien's sacrifice. Another Patmos with its apoclaypse of blood. Yet you cannot think of It today without having your eyes blinded with emotion, for there your 'ancestors sleep in graves, some of which they entered for lack of bread. For this royal exile of my sermon I bespeak the love and the service of all Irish exiles. Yes, some of you are from Germany, the land of Luther, and some of you are from Italy, the land of Garibaldi, and some of you are from France, the land of John Calvin, one of the {'ur»-.e mightlea of. the glorious Reformation. Some of you are descendants of the Puritans, any they were exiles; and some of you are descendants of the Huguenots, and they were exiles; and some of you are descendants of the Holland refugees, and they were exiles. Some of you were born on the banks of the Yazoo or the Savannah, and you are now living in this latitude. Some of you on the banks of the Kennebec, or at the foot of the Green Mountains, and you are here now. Some of you on the prairies of the West, or the tablelands, and you are -here now. Oh! how many of us far away from home. All of us exiles. This Is not our home. Heaven is our home. Oh! I am GO glad when the royal exile went back he left the gate ajar, or left it wide open, "Going home!" That la the dying exclamation of the majority of Christians. I have seen many Christians die. I think nine out of ten oi them In the last moment say, "Going home." Going home out of banishment and sin and sorrow and sadness. 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