The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-04-02

architecturally grand the metropolis, how
ever beautifully parterred the family
grounds, we want them all broken up by
the Lord Of the resurrection. The forms
that we laid away with our broken hearts
must rise again. Father and mother
they must come out. Husband and wife
they must come out. Brothers and sisters
they must come out. Our darling chill
dren-they must come out. The eyes that
with trembling fingers we closed must open
in the lustre of resurrection morn. The
arms that we folded in death must join
ours in embrace of reunion. The beloved
voice that was hushed must be returned
The beloved form must come up without
its intirmities, without its fatigues-it must
come up.
Oh, how long it seems for some of you
Waitlng-waiting for the resurrection.
How long how long | make for your
broken hearts to-day cool, soft bandage
of Easter lilies. Last night we had come in
the mails beautiful Easter card, on the
top of it a representation of that exquisite
flower called the Trumpet Creeper,n and
under it the inscription: "The trumpet
shall sound, and the dead shall be raised ~
| comfort you this day with the thought of
resurrection
When Lord Nelson was buried in St
PaulS Cathedral in London, the heart of all
England was stirred. The procession passed
on amid the sobblng of a nation. There
were thirty trumpeters stationed at the
door of the Cathedral with Instruments of
music III hand, waiting for the signal, and
when the illustrious dead arrived at the
gates of st. Paul Cathedral, these thirty
trumpeters gave one united blast, and then
all was silent. Yet the trumpet did not
wake the dead. He slept right on.
But | have to tell you, what thirty
trumpeters could not do for one man one
trumpeter will do for all nations The ages
have rolled on. and the clock of the worlds
destiny strikes nine, ten. eleven, twelve, and
time shall be no longerl
Behold the archangel lowering. He takes
the trumpet, points it this way, put its lips
to his lips, and then blows one long, loud,
terrific, thunderous, reverberating and
resurrectionary blast. Look Look! They
rise! The deadl The deadi Some coming
forth from the family vault. Some from
the city cemetery Some from the country
graveyard. Here a spirit is joined to its
body, and there another spirit is joined to
another body, and millions of departed
spirits are asserting the bodies and then re-
clothing themselves in forms now radiant
for ascension
The earth begins TO burn-the bonfire of
a great victory. All ready now for the
procession of reconstructed humanity
Upward and away Christ leads and all
the Christian dead follow, battalion after
battalion, nation after nation. Up, up
On, on Forward ye ranks Of God
Almighty Lift up your heads, ye ever
lasting gates, and let the conquerers come
in Resurrection Resurrection
And SO ! twist all the festal flowers of
this church with all the festal flowers of
chapels and cathedrals Of all Christendom
into one great chain, and with that chain
bind the Easter morning of 1888 with the
closing Easter of the worlds history
Resurrection | May the God Of peace that
brought again from the dead our Lord
Jesus, that great shepherd :of the sheep,
through the blood of the everlasting Gov
enant, make you perfect in every good work
TO do his will