The Penn's Grove record., 1889-05-11
PENIS GROVE. N J., SATURDAY. MAY H.. 1889

marble, whether 1t lay fiat upon our
grave or stood up in monument. will
have to be jOstled and shaken and
rolled aside by the angel of Resurrec.
ton, and while waiting for your kind
RED 10 gather and the procession to
IorB, your resurrection body may sit
In holy triumph upon that chiseIed
stone which marked the place of your
protracted slumber. On that day
what a fragile thing will be Aberdeen
granite and column Of basaIt, and the
mortar which will rattle out of the wall
Of vaults, that have been sealed a
thousand years, and the Tai, built for
queen in India, a sepulchre two
hundred and seventy-ive feet high,
and made of jasper and comedian, and
turquo1s and lapis~ ,lazuli, and amethyst
and onyx. and sapphire and diamond,
and which shall that day rain into gilt
tering dust on groves of banyan and
palm. And all
UNDER WHAT POWER?
POnderous crowbars welded by piantsp
No. ThunderbOlt cleaving asunder the
granitep No. Battering-ram swung
against the walls Of cemeteries? No,
Dynamite drilled under the foundations
of cenotaph and abbeyp No. 1t will
be done by music. Nothing but music,
sweet but all-penetrating music. The
trumpet shall soundl You say that is
fgurative, how do you know? But,
whether literal or flgurative, 1t means
music anyhow. The trumpet, that
stirring, incisive, mighty lnstru-
ment, with a natural compass from
G below the staff to L above, blown
about Sinai when the law was
given, blown around Jericho when
the walls tumbled, blown when Gideon
discomdtted the Midianites, blown when
the ancient Israelites were gathered for
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 awake, does
well. But the trumpet, which when
the dead are to be- aroused kisses the
ear awake, does better. BE not sur
prised if the dead are to be
AWAKENED BY MUSIC.
Why, that is the way now we raise the
dead. Take the statistics, if 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 vlolins, by organs, by trump
cts. Under God what hosts have been
resurreeted by Ira d. Sankey, by
Thomas Hastings, by William B.
Bradbury, by Lowell Mason, by moth
erly lullables, by church doxOlogies, by
oratorios. If we raise the dead now
by music, be not surprised that on the
last day the dead are to be raised by
music.
The trumpet shall soundl And that
instrument shall have plenty of work
to do on the day mentioned. 1t will
have to sound through all the pyra-
mids, which are only names for sepul-
chres, and liberate the buried kings.
And through h%ypergean graves which
were built In mounds and the hypogean
graves which were dug in rocks, and
through the nine hundred winding
miles Of catacombS under and around
the Roman Campagna, where over seven
million human beings sleep. And
through all the crystal ~sarcophagl OF
Atlantic and Pacific and Mediterranean
and Caspian and Black sea. deeps. And
over all the battle-ialds of continents,
until all the fallen troops of Eng
llsh and French and Italian and Ger.
man and Russian and Persian and
American and the worlds battle-flelds
answer the call. Marath)n come upl
Agincourt, come upi BlenheIm, come
up! Acre, come upl Hohenlinden,
come upl Sedan. ONE upl Gettys-
burg, come upl Near SharnsOurg
during our civil war, wheI I was, with
some others under tho auspices of the
Christian commission, looking after
the wounded, Federal and C0nfeder-
ate, n moonlight night was where l
could look down upon the tents of the
sleepinG army. Oh what
AN IMPOSING sPECTACLEl
But my subject calls us to look down
upon a mightier host of soldiers slum-
bering their last sleep III the blvouac
Of the dust the sevAa hlldled and fifty
thousand slain il, Our American war,
th4 aftSen million slain in the a of
Sesostris, the twenty-five million slain
in Jewish wars, the thirty-two million
slain In the wars of Ghengls Khan, the
eighty million slain in the wars OF the
Crusaders, the L hundred and eighty
millica siain in the Roman wars
Ay, according to DR.. Dick, the dead
In war, il ca III one occupied iour feet
of ground would mako enough graves
to reach foGg hundred and forty-two
| tlmes around the earth.
/ The most of people are dead. The
| world is a house Of two rooms, a base
| ment, and a oom aboye-ground. The
! basement has two to one, three to one,
four to one, more occupants than the
| superstructuGe. Sickness and war and
| death have been stacking their har-
| vests for near SIX thousand years.
Where are those who saw the Pilgrim
| Fathers embark, or the Declaration OF
| Independence signed, or Franklin lasso
the lightning, or Warren Hastings
tried. or Queen EliTahe.h IN her TIL
umphal magcE To ~henilworth, or Will
,iapa, FRINGE Of Orange, land. or Gus
tavus AdOlphus crowned, or Jerome Of
Prague burned at the steak, or Tanner
lane found his empire? Gonel Gonei
But the trumpet shgl, sound. Music
to raise the dead. oh, how much the
world aeeds it. You take a torch, and
IL will take a torch, and we will
go through some of the alsles Of
THE ROMAN CATACoMBs
and see the expectanG epltaphs on the
walls and right over where the departed
slsep. You know that these cata-
combs are fifty or sixty feet under
ground, and II one losss the guide or
his torch is e~xtlHguished. he never
finds the way out. So let us stay close
together, and with oug torches, as we
wander along \ small part of these
nine hundred miles Of underground
passages, Q the Inscriptions as
they were really chiseled there on
both sides the way. On your
side you read by the light of your
torch; "Here rests a handmade of God,
who out of all her riches now possesses
but this one house. Thou wilt remain
in eternal repose of happiness, A. ID.
$780," On my side | Fead by the hight
of the torch: "Aureila, our sweetest
dauchtsr. abe lived fifteen wears and