The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1885-11-04

no pa u, NY profits nave QOu b.
years.
Whittier gosst thoug-To death.
Ano tnoo who ART a power ia tho
anu, emperor king. prince, prssid emit
ANU goNernor OF people, all bend bs.
goest thou? To desth, Alexsnaa,
Cyrus, Hannibal. Caesar. Nanoleon
Washington where are theyS All
, ie2dl And what must we expeeip r.
noa let us have suy illusions, When
We descend into tina tomb We psv
say 70 our ehildroH: aJ5 viii 800
ho yor turn." What nlaea
Is the cemetery 30 dissipate ina fncr'
dinate pride. Think well of il. and
p0t 10 profit, by repentance, ths
past which you have lost, tue pres
oni- ot which you make so little aceount
oy olIeringtS God each OF your acts.
and the future which you do not eysn
think OF, by laying up treasures of
merit fer the day Of Judgment.
one other lesson is taught va by shls
HELD u reposs. /. is the sxac5ituda
IN executing the viii OF our psrenfs
nrotaers, itiends. They had taken
the precautions; have wa done our
auty! Have We prayed for themY
hsYe We had tha sacrifice OF man cells
prateu as we had promised? We ought
not 90 nave failed. May each Loving
Ghrlstian heart remember his duty
during this week OF the dead?
me blood OF God offered anew on the
aiter cao alone pay our spiritual debts,
lnlnk OF your parents, OF your frieuds
VINO IN the purgatory continue to ex-
platee IN unspeakable tOrments their
Indebtedness TO divine justice, oefors
entering the aDode Of refreshments, OF
ilght, OF peace. "Csnou missm.o On.
IL IN" dead could come back, if thcv
could speak, with what indignation
they would cry out against your in
gratitude! But, II four ears cannot hear
tnem, their cries and their suppliea-
tlons nave an echo in our hearts; lllSe
JOB they cry aloud: slave pity on
me, nave pity on me, at least you, my
friends; because the hand of Cod
"hath touched me-" job xix:2l, OH
can you think without weeping of yoar
believed parents, OF your dear fri9nde
who sleep here 10 this place! "dSs-
Tined to hide and irueLify the "seed of
future resurrection" Sc. Paul Here
on earth we SOW the seed of the crops
We are TO reap In tho next life. What
would be tho error OF tho lsborer VINO
having s0wn cookies would expect TO
gather wheat st harvest time. On, siu-
nara! WhO tr9ad on the sacred soil
which covers tho remains of your
friends, in this SOLEMN moment, let
your hearts DO touched. Look at this
esmetery,-it contains young men like
you. vigorous like you, i,nproyi3ent
doubtless like you have been: Won
VIII soon go to increase their mural ar;
the place of your tomb Ia already
marked out by God; let mo entreaC
you, my friends, my brothers, come
Dae9 to tho Lord.
On. upright souls, Christian ssuls,
psrs9voro ia your prayers. Have re-
course to the oblationS on our affairs;
wait no longer. Take care, also, OF
your dsar dead ones and OF their
graves, following thereby tho example
OF Abraham, who purchased q burying
place for himself and his offspring; OF
Tobias, who bad0 his son 70 bury his
mother at his side; OK Jacob, of Joseph
aud many other patriarchs. In accord
with tho revelation OK the Old aud New
Testament, the churches bid the bur
ial but NOT the erematiOn) Of the bod
les. The savage Of Oesguia, tho Ameri-
can Indian, tho Chinese, japanese, the
Egyptian, ths Greek, the Roman give
striking examples. one surrounds the
remains OF his friends by
8 palisaae; another sus.
ponds them 10 the highest
tree near his dwelling, 80 that when
swung by the evening breeze they may
still seena to live with tkem; others
have pushed the art of embalmiug to
perfection, others burn their dead in
order 10 preserve the precious ashes in
ilnersl urns, which occupy tho place
OF honor in their homes. And we
Christians Of the nineteenth century,
who live in hope o! another life, we
do nothing for our dead. Oh! let as
pray in sight of this cross which here
is like sentinel of God-it ia tho altar
OF Eacritice-it ID tho throne OF the eter-
nal Judgo--lt in, above all, tho seat of
truth which this dxv brings 70 MIND
such terrible lessona!
Let Ia pray before this cross, the
sign OF oar salvation, Let us knssl all
together; lot our heaGtg and voices cry
in unison:
o eruX ay0, ep.s unica.
Hail! O Gross, our only hope, our
first and last love. Amen.