Weekly Trinity journal., 1867-04-27
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LIScoLN's ToMB.-On occasion of the organ
ization Of Congregational Church at Spring
field, ILL.,, few weeks ago, Rev. DR.. Post of St.
Louis, delivered sermon, on "The Mastery of
Christ and the Brotherhood of Man. of which
the following is an eloquent extract We are
here tonight breathing an atmosphere consecra-
ted by martyr and heroic blood to humanity and
brotherhood This assembly meets at this hour
not far from spot whose genius seems nightly
visited by those of Mount Vernon and Plymouth
Rock, and which will walk with them the high
ways of q history forever. Near by, under the
ever-shining stars, is another and silent con-
gregation, where sleeps, waiting the resurrection
morning, the great martyr of human brotherhood
in the modern ages. This city and region, and
yonder dwelling of the dead, have on them the
baptism of a memory that consecrates them cv-
ermore Ia the record of history and on the vision
of the world. That memory will associate Oak
Ridge with the high places of the earth, hallow-
ed by the graves of the heroes and martyrs of
Truth Liberty and Humanity through the ages.
Some eighteen months since / stood with you
in your streets, and vast throng, whose life for
the time seemed pulsating with one heartbeat,
waiting the return of him who had gone forth
from you with the farewell words, pray for
me !" for whom you had prayed, and for whom
your prayers had been answered, but in form
you had little thought-answered in giving him
strength to be true to his principles, even unto
death, and to achieve their triumph in dying:
crushing the powers of characterization and
slavery-forever in his fall. And, as now be was
being borne back conqueror, butin such strange
guise that only one-one greater than the child
rem of men, Brother, Liberator and Redeemer of
our race-could parallel it, it seemed as If pro-
cession of mighty and glorious shadows were fol-
lowing and waiting him. AS l stood there with
you, and banners floating high above US waved
languidly in the funeral air, throwing their weird
and changeful imagery over street, and wall, and
roof, it seemed as though spectral banners, up
borne by spectral hands, and marshaiing on shad-
owy armies, were mastering Uncertainties OF our
glorious sons-gathered from their sleep on
hundred Southern battle-felds, to meet their
great chief ; yea, and martyrs of humanity from
oil the past-from the Atlantic wave, and be-
yond, from the high places of the Old World
seemed assembling at the great rendezvous. And
now the vast requiem, starting from the Atlantic
shores, mingling with the roar of the great lakes
and the rush of rivers and mountain-storms,
through many a cline, and calling startled ma
| tons over which it passed to join the wall touch
es the pulses of our sky, announcing to the awe
hushed multitude, d" He comes ~
| But 10 it seems as though voices of an innu-
merable company, unseen, lowering over us, took
up the dirge. But it is no longer a dirge it is
a p@an of victory,-a TIE Deum. The toll of
bells, touched by the vast sorrow. vibrating thro'
all the air, seems echoed back from on high !;
but, transfgured in the echo, it becomes ring
of jubilee-chimng, Ginning, Ginning away
through all the storied armament, till the aisles
of the sky seem pulsating with the joy of the
martyr-trumph. Up through the starry paths,
through the hosts Of light-those that, for the
love of God and man, loved not their lives,
even unto death "-exults the anthem of thanks
and alteration that God has given the victory to
one whom he had exalted to be Prince and lead
er of the armies of liberty and brotherhood on
the earth.