St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-04-06
higher than the hawk flies, higher than the

higher than the hawk flies, higher than the
eagle flies-what is it made Of? Drops of
water from the Hudson and other drops of
water from the East river and other drops
from stagnant pool out on the Newark flats
Up yonder they are embodied in a cloud and
the sun kindles it. If God can make such a
lustrous cloud out of water drops, and some
of them riled and impure and fetched from
miles away, can He not transport
FRAGMENTS OF BODIES
from the earth and out of them build in the
sky radiant bodys Can the God who owns all
the material out of which bones and muscles
and flesh are made not set them up again
after they have fallen? If man nufacturer of
telescopes drop an instrument on the floor
and break it, can he not mend it again so it
can be looked through? And if God drop
the eye which he originally fashioned into
dust, can He not restore it? Aye, if the
manufacturer of the telescope by change
of the glass and the focus may improve the
telescope, could not the fashioner of the eye
improve its sight! multiply the natural eye
by the thousand-fold additional facilities of
the resurrection. "Why should it be thought
thing incredible with you that God should
raise the dead?'
Things all around US suggest it. The ra-
diant butterfly, where did it come from? The
loathsome caterpillar That albatross smit-
ing the tempest with its FLASHED wing,
where did it come from! A senseless shell.
Near Bergerae, France, in Celtic tomb
under a block were found flower seed that
had been
BURIED TWO THOUSAND YEARS.
The seed planted, they put forth the blossom
of bluebell and heliotrope. Wilkinson, the
traveller, found in mummy fist in Egypt
some garden peas that had been buried there
some three thousand years. On the 4th OF
June, 1874, he planted them and in thirty
days they sprang up. Where did all this silk
come from-the silk that adorns your per-
sons and your homes? In the hollow OF a
staff Greek missionary brought from China
to Europe progenitors of those worms that
now supply the silk of many nations. The
pageantry of hammered host and the luxuriant
articles of commercial emporium blossomin g
out from the silk worms. And who shall be
surprised if out of this Insignificant earthly
life our bodies spread into something worthy
of the coming eternitiess Put silver in di-
luted nitre and it dissolves. Is the silver
gone forevers No; put in some pieces of
copper and the silver reappears. Ii one
force dissolves, another force reorganizes.
The insects flew and the worms crawled
last autumn feebler and feebler and then
stopped. They have taken no food. They
want none. They lay dormant and insensi-
BILE. But soon the south wind will blow
THE RESURRECTION TRUMPET,
and the air and the earth will be full of
them. Do you not think that God can do as
much for our bodies as He does for the
wasps and spiders and snailss Within
month there will be resurrection in all our
gardens; why not some day resurrection in
all our graveyards! This morning at 5
o'clock there was a resurrection. Out of the
night day. Ever and anon there are in
stances of men and women in a trance. A
trane is death followed by resurrection after
few days. Total suspension of mental
power and voluntary action. Rev. Mr..
Bennett, the great evangelist Of the past;
DR.. Archibald Alexander, the most unsenti-
mental of men, his eulogist, lay in trance
for many days, but the departed soul that
had seen wonders in its absence came back
again and recited what it had SEEN. 1t will
be found some time that what is called sus-
pended animation or cOmatOse state is brief
death, giving the soul time for brief jour-
ney into the next world, from which it comes
back-a furlough of few hours granted
from the conflict of life to which it returns.
Does not this waking up of men from trance
and this waking up of insects from winter
lifelessness, and this waking up of grain
buried
THREE THOUSAND YEARS AGO
make it easier for US to believe that our body
and mind after the vacation of the grave
shall rise and live though there be three
thousand years between our last breath and
the sounding of the archangelic reveilles
Do you wonder that we wreathe this house
with garlands to-day? Do you wonder that
we celebrate with the most consecrated voice
of song that we can invite, and with the
deftest fingers on organ and cornet, and
with doxologies that beat these grand arches
above us with the pillows of sound as the
sea smites the basalt at the Giants cause
way?
Only the bad despise the resurrection.
Macabe, cruel heathen warrior, heard Mr..
Mofat, the missionary, preach about the res
direction. The chieftain cried out: 'Will
my father rise!" ''Yes," said the missionary
''Will all the slain in battle rises'
Yes," said the missionary. Then the chief
tain cried out: 'I DON'T want to ht ar this
about the rising dead. The dead can't RISE
The dead shall not rise. l have slain my
thousands; shall they risea" On the day of
which l speak too much will rise for those
whose published or hidden crimes shall
be exposed. But for all others who allow
Christ to be their pardon, their life and their
resurrection it will be day of triumph. The
thunders of the last day will only be the
salvo that greets you into the harbor. The
lightnings will be only the
TORCHES OF TRIUMPHANT PROCESSION
marching before to escort you, the burning
worlds tossed through immensity, the rockets
celebrating your coronation on thrones Of
power, where you will reign for ever and
ever. AS your reunited body and soul swing
off from this planet you will see deep gashes
all up and down the hills and valleys Of the
earth, and they will be the emptied graves,
the abandoned sepulchres, with rough
ground tossed on either side of them and
slabs lying uneven On the round hillocks,
and there will be fallen monuments and
cenotaphs, and then for the first time you
will understand the full exhilaration of my
text: 'Death is swallowed up in victoryl"
''Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to Thee by both be given.
Thee we greet, triumphant now.
Hail the resurrection, Thoul''
Minister Phelps Preparing to Depart.
Special to the Globe.