The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1867-03-10

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On occasion of the organization of the Con.
gregational church in Springfield, Illinois, .
few weeks ago, Rev. Dr.. Posi-, 81 ST. Louis,
delivered q sermon on 1.-THE Mastery Of
Christ and the Brotherhood of Man." Of
which DE following d m eloquent extracts
&"WeAre here te-niskt breathing an s,mes
phere consecrated by martyr and heroic blood
10 humanity and brotherhood. This Assem-
bly, meets this hour not far from q spot whose
genius seems nightly visited by those OF
Mount Vernon and Plymouth Rock, and which
will walk With them the highways q history
forever. Near by, under the ever mining
stars, is another and silent congregation,
where sleeps, waiting the resurrection morn.
ing, the great martyr Of human brotherhood
in the modern ages This city and region,
and yonder dwelling ofthe dead, have on them
the baptism, of s,memery thai consecrstes
them evermore in the record Of history and
on the vision of the world. That memory
will associate Oak Ridge with the high places
Of the earth, hallowad by the graves Of the
heroes and martyfs Of Truth, Liberty and
Humanity through the ages.
"Some eighteen months since | stood with
yon inSour streets, amid vast thronr, vi oss
life for the time seemed pulsating with one
heart beat, waiting for the return of him who
had gone forth from you with the farewell
words, pray for me- for whom you had pray>
ed and for whom your prayers had been an
swered, but in form yon 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 darkness-rebellion and slavery
forever in his tall. And, now he was being
borne back conqueror, but 10 ssch strange
euise that only one--one greater than the
children of men, Brother, Lib
orator and Redeemer OF our rsce-could
parallel it. it seemed as II procession Of
mighty and glorious shadows were following
and waiting him. AS stood there with you,
and banners fonting high above us waived
languidly in the funeral air, throwing their
weird and changeful imagery. over street, and
wall, and roof, Il seemed es though spectral
banners, upborne BY spectral hands, and mar
shahng on shadowy armies, were mastering
there-armies of our glorious sons, gathered
from their sleep on a hundred Southern bat.
tls6elds, to meet their great chief; yea, and
martyrs Of humanity from sll the past-from
the Atlantic wave and beyond, from the high
places of the Old World-seemed assembling
at the great rendezvous. And now the va&
requiem starting from the Atlantic shores,
ninghng with the roar of the Great Lakes
and the rush Of rivers and mountain storms,
through many cline, and calling startled
nations over which it passed to join the wall,
touches the paises OF our sky, announcing TO
Che sw hnshed multitude Tie ednles. -
But 10 it seems as though voices OF an
innumerable company, unseen, lowering over
us, took up the dirge. But it is no longer .
dirge it 10 q psesn of victory, . TIE Heurl.
The toll Of bells, touched BY the vast sorrow
vibrating through all the air, seems echoed
back from on high but, TRANSPORTED in the
echo, it becomes ring Of jabiiee-chiming,
Ginning, Ginning away throughout the storied
armament, till the aisles Of the sky seem pull
sating With the JOY of the martyr triumph.
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 ado.
ration that God has given the victory TO one
whom he had exalted 10 be Prince and lead
er Of the armies Of liberty and brosherho cd
on earth"