East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1864-05-18

The following is an extract from the
introduction of a lecture on Grattan,
by =. A. Sinnott, Esq, Of Boston
delivered in Norwich, Conn, short
time since.
"The dead-yet scalpiurci Sovercigns, who
still rule our spirits from Their rraves."
Tho dead Death Utter annihila-
alton No The records Of heaven are
emblazoned with it, refutation. Not
annihilation, but transition of form
and substance. 'Tis the breath which
the eternal breathed into clay return
ing for Judgment to the creator. An
initiation Philosophy and Religion
condemn the word. Death begins
when time ends, when Time, hearing
the eternal fiat which gave it oxis-
tence, laundering, "aA is eonstmmated,"
puts out her suns and stars, and merg-
es as thin ray into the infinite hght.
There is no death but SIN. There
is no life but Truth. The first, the
negative cause Of the degradation of
humanity; the second, the advancing
pillar of light to the myriads who
watch il in their exodus from the
gloom Of Ignorance into tho radiance
of Christian Philosophy, socially and
politically applied,
GRAvgs! What are they ?--the final
resting places of those who stood OH
the highways of the populous cities,
or in the gloomy alleys with tattered
garments, through which the freezing
winds of winters poverty have been
cutting for years through their merci-
less way, of those in the dingy garrets
with blocks of wood or stone, beneath
their maddened brain, cogerless, bread
less, lightless, with huuger's tears
chrystalIzed into salt upon their cheek?
The final resting place of the invete-
rate william, the wealthy hypoerite, the
fanatic, the form that swung trembling
from the gibbet, the traitor who had
died in opulenco by leaving his coun-
try poor in freedom? The inal rest
ing place of the just and benevolent,
OF the christian priest or the christian
layman, of the cannonized martyr, or
goodly great Of nations No, oh no.
The grave is but the dim lit vestiblc,
leading to the great Court OF Appeals,
where humanity retires, until resur-
rection throws open wide the portals
and infinite Judgment pronounces ir-
revoeable justice. The graves OF the
great. We shall visit one to night.
Youth and d age, eyes rom which
hope peers into the future for light,
and eyes half closed by the hand OF
time, ever seeking pathway to eter-
nifty, 20 to great mems graves. The
sepulehre what matters it be it of
earth or stone The sarcophagus--
what matters it be of pine or bronze
the entablature; of Gods green turf,
decorated with brambles, thorns or
flowers, or of chiseled marble, with
golden scroll; what matters 1T The
glory within transforms the brambles
into wands of light, wreathes the
thorns into fillets of fame, and
breathes holy incense DER the flow
ers, illumines the bronze, whitens the
marble or sanctifies the ep.taph. How
pilgrims gaze on the resting places OF
the great. They are mute, and seem
like statues of vacancy. But it is not
vacancy, it is devotional ecstacy; il is
the spirit seeking communion with
that which has departed for little
time from its casket; it is truth and
Lee, seeking, like good sheparls, for
one of their flock who has gone up
into the mountain from the valley OF
death. How they advance into the
tomb-shadow for light. 1t is today
worshipping yesterday. 1t is the stu
dent, feverish from expectancy, watch
ing for the star which blazed in the
heavens of last night 1t is prayer,
scattering thought-howers on martyr
dom. 1t is the patriot grasping the
Promethian fire, to illumine once more
the broken altar Of his country's FREQ
dom.
DO these pilgrims and students feel?
Are they enraptured. They do, and
are. DO they consecrate their lips by
the touch of the turf or the marble ?
They do. They know that the Deity
is present; they see His power in the
sleeping finite power before them
they are filed with the 'd'cias e6ldtas;'
their hearts beat with strong pulsa-
ton It's the pendulum of nature
counting by throbs the seconds, min
utes, hours, days and years of Gods
power. justice and mercy. The Deity
is there. The grave is u portion of
the eternal fiat which said ''lct there
be highland there was light" and
the light, bursting through shroud and
earth and marble, and bronze, glows
and radiatcs through the soul of the
worshipping gazer, until he knecls in
reverence before tho work of the Au-
thor Of Justice aud Mercy.