Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-05-08
TALMAGE ON EASTER.
The Famous Brooklyn Divine
breaches his Enormous Con-
gregation q Sermon on
EEetertide.
Flowers q Sweet Prophecy Of the
Resurrection, q Reminder Of
the Religion Of Christ.
DR.. TALMAGE's SERMON.


subject Of DR.. Talmage's sermon this
morning was Eastertide. He took his
text from L. Cor, XIV, 20: "Now is
Christ risen from the dead, and be-
come the drst fruits of them that
slept. He spoke as follows: On this
glorious Easter morning, amid the mu-
sic and the flowers, l give you Chris
tian salvation. This morning Russian
meeting Russian on the streets Of St.
Petersburg halls him with the saluta.
ton: "Christ is ~risen," and is an.
swered by his friend in salutstion: "He
is risen indeed" In some parts of
England and Ireland, to this very day,
there is the superstition that on Easter
morning the sun dances in the heav-
ems; and we'll may we forgive such a
superstition which illustrates the fact
that the natural world seems to SYM
pathize with the spiritual. Hail
Easter morning. Flowers! Flowers!
All of them a voice, all of them a
tongue. all of them of speech to-day. /
bend over one of the lilies and hear it
say: Consider the lilies of the field,
how they grow; they toll not, neither
do they spin, yet Solomon in all his
glory was not arrayed like one of
these" l bend over a rose, and it
seems to whisper: ~ am the rose OF
Sharon" And then / stand and listen.
From all sides there the chorus
Of flowers saying: "If God so clothe
the grass of the field, which to-day is,
and tomorrow is cast into the oven,
shall he not much more clothe you, O
W of little faithp"
FLOWERS! FLOWERS!
Braid them into the brides hair.
Flowers! Flowers! Strew them over
the graves of the dead, sweet prophecy
Of the resurrection. Flowers! Flowers!
Twist them into a garland for my
Lord Jesus on Easter morning.
GLORY be to the Father and to the
Son and the Holy Ghost, as it was in
the beginning, is now and ever shall
be-" Why, if a rainbow this morning
had fallen and struck the galleries and
struck the platform, the scene could
not have been more radiant. Oh! how
bright and how beautiful the flowers,
and how much they make me think OF
Christ and his religion, that brightens
everything it touches, brightens our
life, brightens our character,
brightens society, brigLtens the
church. b~rightens everything. You
who go with gloomy countenance pre-
tending you sre better than l am be-
Of your righteousness you can
not cheat me. You old hypocrite! !
know you. Pretty cas you are for a
man that processes to be more thar
conquerer. 1t is not religion that
makes you gloomy, it is the lack Of it.
There is just as much religion in a
smile az in a tear. Those gloomy
Christians we sometimes sec are the
people to whom like TO lend money,
for / never see them again. The
women came TO the Savior's tomb and
they dropped spices all around the
tomb, and those spices were the seed
4h a 4 hornn 70 nrny anI <ay, tha,~
came all the flowers of this Easter
morn. The two angels robed in white
took hold OF the stone at
THE sAvIoR's TOMB,
and they hurled it with such force
down tho bill that it crushed in the
door of the worlds sepulcher, and the
stark and the dead must come forth.
l care not how labyrinthine the mauso-
leum, or how costly the sarcophsgus
or however beautifully parterred the
family grounds, we want them all
broken up by tho Lord of the resurrec.
ton. They must come out. Father
and motber-they must come out.
Husband and wife-they must come
out. Brother and sister--they must
come out. Our darling children-they
must come out. The eyes that we
close with such trembling fingers must
open again in the radiance of that
morn. The arms we folded in dust
must join ours in an embrace of re-
union. The voice that was hushed in
our dwelling must be returned. o,
how long some of you seem to be wait.
ing-waitipg for the resurrection,
waiting! And for these broken hearts
to-day / make a soft, cool bandage out
| Of Easter flowers. All along the sea
route from New York to Liverpool, at
| every few miles. where a steamer wen,
down, departed spirits will be coming
back, lowering over the wave. There
is where the City of Boston persisted.
| Found at last. There is where the
President persisted. Steamer found al
last. There is where the Central
America went down. Spirits lowering,
hundreds OF spirits lowering; waiting
for the reunion of body and soul. Ga