The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1882-06-14

ton at the heTaberna acle-Every-
body Happy and Doing in the
Next World what They Did in
This. i'" ye '''t''' ; ''..'
At the Brooklyn Tabernacle on
Sunday, the 4th, the Rev. DIR. Tai
mage pronounced the following ser
man before large congregation,
designating it as "What are our
departed Christian friends doing
now r. and taking for his text
Ezekiel i: 2-''It came to pass in
the thirtieth year, in the fourth
month, on the fifth day of the
month, as I was among the captives
by the river Chebar, that the
heavens were opened, - 3 ~.
The question is silently, though, per-
haps, never admittedly, asked by multi
tudes What are our departed Chris
tian friends doing now The question
is more easily answered than at first
supposed, though no news comes direct
ly from heaven and we are dependent
upon descriptions eighteen centuries
old as to the occupation of the celestial
residents. Yet we may, by strongest
inference, know the present employ
ment of our transferred kinsfolk. When
God makes nature he, never takes
away its characteristics of temperament.
You never knew phlegmatic tempera-
,ment to become a sanguine tempera-
ment. Conversion implants new prin-
ciples, but Paul and John are just as
different from each other after CONVEX
sion as before conversion. If conver-
sion leaves the temperament unchanged,
so will death leave it unchanged. John
and Paul are as different from each
other in heaven as they were different
in Asia Minor. BY a plain sum of sub
traction and addition you will find out
what your departed friends are doing.
You only have to. subtract from them
earthly grossness and add 10 them ce-
Iestial goodness. They are doing on a
grander scale, aud without any him
drance, what they loved to do on earth
in their best moments. xaG sd1 bate
First, I remark that those of our
friends who in their earthly habitatiOn
had especial joy in the fine arts, are now
in heaven luxuriating their aesthetic
tastes. Their gladdest earthly life was
among pictures and statuary, and in the
study of delicate lines, and lights, and
lights and shades, and perspective, and
do you suppose that at their decease all
that aff1uence of the. soul collapsed and
expired? What use, when they have
more to look at and keener appreciation
of beauty, and standing among the
looms where the sunsets and rainbows
and spring mornings are woven Are
you so obtuse' as to suppose that when a
painter drops his easel or sculptor his
chisel, or an engraver his knife he is
forever done with that taste which for
fifty years he has been intensifying and
developing? In this world the artist
works in rudest material and with inn
perfect brain and frail hand. Atdeath
they take their art into larger labors and
more brilliant circumference. They
are at their old business yet, but with
none of the poverties and none of the
limitations of terrestrial studio.
Again, i remark thatimost of our de-
parted Christian friends, who found
their chief enjoyment in music, are
now indulging in it amid better oppor-
tunities. The Bible says so much about
the music of Heaven, that am certain
that it is not figurative. Why all that
talk about hallelujahs and choirs and
trumpets and organs Will there be
real harps and real trumpets and real
organs for the resurrected body at last
to play on and the resurrected ear to
hear / do not know but / should not
| wonder If the God who owns all the
forests and metals of earth and all the
growths of the universe could, if He
desired, find wood and metal enough to
make real harps and trumpets and or
gans. Old aud sick@Haydn, the com
poser, was carried fofthe last time into
a great hall, to hear his own orator;o oi
the creation. AT the passage, lie
there be light, the audience rose ant
cheered and Haydn waved his hand to.
ward Heaven and cried y s''It come,
from there.p' Overpowered by his owr
music, he was carried ont in his chair
turning toward the orchestra and spread
ing his hands toward them as in bene-
diction. Haydn was right. when wav-
Ing his hand toward Heaven, he said
sit comes from there r. Music, born in
Heaven, will ever. haveK her highest
throne there: Your departed. Christiau
friends, SO fond Of sweet sounds, are n
the headquarters of harmony. Ii seems
to me that all the old church tunes
must be in Heaven They werezgoot
old tun es, and when they died the,
could not have been sbanished to pendi,
tion, and SO they must have gone np't,
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