The intelligencer., 1889-04-27

but by resolution, nerved and muscular
lied and re- enforced by Almighty God,
they threw their arms around the obstacle
and with the strength of a supernatural
wrestler rolled back the stone, and having
become more than conquerors they sat
upon it. Men and women are good and
great aud useful just in proportion as they
had to overcome obstacles. You can count
upon the fingers of your hand all the great
singers, great orators, great poets, great
patriots and great Christians who never
had a struggle. That angel that made a
throne of the bowlder at Christ's tomb
went back to Heaven, and warrant that
having been born in Heaven and always
had an easy time, he now speaks of that
wrestle with the rock as the most interest
ing chapter in all his angelic lifetime.
Oh men and women with obstacles in the
way, tell you that those obstacles are
only thrones that you may after a while
sit on. Is the obstacle in your way sick
nessf Conquer 1t by accomplishing more
for God during your iuvalidism than
many accomplish who have never known
an ailment. Are you persecutedI By
your uprightness and courage compel the
world to acknowledge your moral hero
ism. Is 1t povertyp Conquer it by being
happy In companionship of your Lord and
Master, who in all His life owned but six
ty-two cents, and that he got from a flsh's
mouth and Immediately paid it out in
taxes to the Roman assessor, and who
would have been buried In q potter's field
had not Joseph of Arimathea contributed
a place, for He who had not whore to lay
His head during His life had a borrowed
pillow for the last slumber. There is no
throne you are sure to keep except that
which you make out of vauquished OBJ
stacles. An ungrateful republic at the
ballot box denied Horace Greeley the
highest place at the National Capitol, but
could not keep him from rising from the
steps of New York printing office on
which he sat one chilly morning waiting
for the boss printer to come that he might
get Job, until he mounted the highest
hrone of American journalism He roll ed
back the stone and sat upon 1t. A poor
orphan hoy, picking up chips at Rich =
mond, Va, accosted by passing
sea captain and invited to come on
board his vessel, drops the chips and
starts right away aud is tossed from
port to port, and. homeless and friendless,
wanders one day along fremont street,
Boston, and sees Park Street Church open,
and, speaking of it afterward on great
occasion and using sailors vernacular, as
was usual with him, he says: 81 put in,
up helm. unfurled sail and made for the
gallery and scud under bare poles to the
corner pew. The old man. DIR. Griffin,
was just naming his text. Pretty soon he
unfurled the mainsail, raised the topsail,
ran up the pennants to free breeze and /
tell you the old Gospel ship never sailed
ha colf
in every direction. but more especially
did it run down my cheeks. Satan had to
strike sail; his guns were dismounted or
spiked, his various crafts by which he led
sinners captive were all bsached and the
captain of the Lords host rode forth, con-
quering and to conquer" Before that
sailor boy was poverty, but he conquered
it; and orphanage. but he conquered it;
and ignorance, but he conquered it; and
the scoff of the world, but he conquered
it; and he rose till every sailors bethel in
the world blessed him and great anniver-
sary platforms invited him, and Dan ell
Web iter and Charles Dickens and Fred
erika Bremen and poets and orators and
Senators sat electrified at his feet, and
his gospelizing influence will go on until
the last jack tar is converted and the sea
shall give up its dead. All the obstacl ss
OF his life seemed gathered into one great
bowder, but Edward T. Taylor, the world =
renowned sailors preacher, rolled back
the stone and sat upon it.
Vat do not maks the mjstaka that mery
do of sitting ON IL before IL ia rolled away.
1t Is bound to go if you only tug away at
it. II not before, then I think about
twelve O'Clock noon of resurrection dav
Won will see somethine worth seeing. The
asoart to tho skias win hardIn oocur ;r,-
madiataIv II will take sona bonrs to
form the nrocession skvward- and we will
want 70 take a look at this world bsfora
wa leave Il forever and see the surround :
inos of the couob were our hodies have
Ion :, baan slaaning. On that Eastar morn :
inc the marble. whether it Iav dat unon
vour grave or stood up in monument. will
have to be iostled and shaken and rolled
aside by the angel of resurrection. and
while waiting for your kindred to gather
and the procession to form your resurrect-
ed BODY NAV sit in triumph upon that
chiseled stone which marked the place of
your protracted siumber. On that day
what a fragile thing will be Aberdeen
granite and column of basalt. and the
mortar will rattle out of the walls of
vaults that have been sealed a thousand
wears. and the Tai, built for a Queen of
India, a sepulcher 275 feet high, and made
OF Jasper aud cornelian and turouois and
Iapis-lazi and amevthist and onvx and
sapphire and diamond. and which shall
that day rain into glittering dust on groves
OF banyau and bamboo and paIm. And all
under what power? Ponderous crowbars
welded by giants? No. Thunderbolt
cleaving asunder the graniter No. Bat
tering ram swung against the walls of
No. Dynamite drilled under
the foundations of cenotaph and abbeyf
No. Il will be done by music. Nothing
but music. sweet but all-penetrating
music. The trumpet shall soundi You
saw that Is figurative; how do you knowi
But whether literal or fgurative it means
music anyhow. The trumpet, that stirring.
mighty instrument, with a nat
ural compass from G. below the staff to q
above, blown above Sinai when the law
was given, blown around Jericho when
the walls tumbled, blown when Gideon
discounted the Midianites, blown when
the ancient Israslites were gathered to
worship, to be blown for the raising OF the
dead in the last great Easter. The mother,
who, when the child must be awakened,
kisses its eyes wide awake, does well.
But the trumpet, which, when the dead
are to be aroused, kisses the ear awake,
does better. Be not surprised IL the dead
are to be awakened by music. Why, that
Is the way now we raise the dead. Take
the statistics, IL you can, of the millions
OF souls that have been raised from the
death of sin by hymns, by psalms, by
solos, by anthems, by flutes, by violins,
by organs, by trumpets. Under God what
hosts have been resurrected by Ira D.
Sankey. by Thomas Hastings, by William
d. Bradbury, by Lowell Mason, by mother
ly lullabies, by church doxologies, by or