Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1889-05-01

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| it; and the scott of the world, but he con
quered it; and he rose till every sailors
| bethel in the world blessed him and grea
anniversary platforms invited him, ON,
Daniel Webster and Charles Dickens ant
Frederika Bremen and poets and orator
and senators sat electrified at his feet, ant
bis gospelising Influence will go on uuti
the last Jack tar is converted and the Sc.
shall give up its dead. All the obstacles o
bis life seemed gathered into one grea
boulder, but Edward T. Taylor, the worlt
renowned sailors preacher, rolled back th,
stone and sat upon it.
Yet do not make the mistake that many
do of sitting on it be fore it is rolled away
Il is bound to go if you only tug away at it
If not before, then think about 10 O'CLOCK
noon of resurrection day you will see some
thing worth seeing. The general impres
sion is that the resurrection will take plact
in the morning. The ascept to the skies
will hardly occur Immediately. 1t will
take some hours to form the procession sky
ward and we will all want TO take look al
this world before we leave it forever and
see the surroundings of the couch where oul
bodies have long been sleeping. On thai
Easter morning the marble, whether it lay
fiat upon your grave or stood up in monu.
ment, will have to be jostled and shaken
and rolled aside by the angel Of resurrec
tion, and while waiting for your kindred to
Ga her and the procession to form your res-
urrscted body may sit in holy triumph up
on that chiseled stone which marked the
place of your protracted slumber. On thai
day what a fragile thing will be Aberdeen
granite and column of basalt and the NOR.
tar which will rattle out of the wall of vaults
that have been sealed thousand years,
and the Tai, built for queen in India. a
sepulcbre two hundred and seventy five
feet high, and made of Jasper and corneliar
ard turquois and lapis- lszuli and amethyst
and onyx and sapphire and diamond, and
which shall that day rain into glitterinR
dust on groves of banyan and BAMBOO an0
palm. And all under what power? Pom
derous crowbars wialded by gaints? No
Thuuderbolt cleaving asunder the granted
No. Battering ram swung against the
walls of cemeteries2 No. Dynamite drill
ed under the foundations of csnotaph and
abbey? No 1t will be done by music,
Nothing but music, sweet but all panetrat.
ing music The trumpet shall sonnd! You
say that is fignrative; how do you know
Bat, whether literal or figurstive, it means
music anyhow. The trumpet, that stirring,
incisive, mighty instrument, with natural
compass from G below the staff to E above,
blown above Sinai when the law was given,
blown around Jericho when the walls tum.
bled blown when Gideon discounted the
Midiauites, blown when the ancient Israel.
ties were gathered for worship, to be blown
for the raising of the dead in the last great
E .ster. 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 surprised if the dead are to
be awakened by music. Why, that is the
way now we raise the dead. Take the sta
tistics, 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 violins, by organs, by trum.
pets. Uoder God what hosts have been
resu1rected By Ira D. Ssnkey. by Thomas
Hastings, by William D. Bradbury, by
Lowell Mason, by motherly lullabies, by
church doxologies, by oratorios. Ii we
ra,se the dead now by music, be not sur
prised that on the last day the dead are to
be raised by music.
The trumpet shall soundl And that in.
strument shall have plenty of work to do
on the day mentioned. 1t will have to
sound through all the pyramids, which are
only names for sepulchres, and liberate the
buried kings. And through hypogean
graves which were built in mounds and the
hypogean graves which we're dug in rocks
and through the nine hundred winding
miles of catacombs under and around the
Roman Campagna, where over seven mil
lion human beings sleep. And through all
the crystal sarcophagi of Atlantic and Paci-
fc and Mediterranean and Caspian and
Black sea deeps. And over all tho battle
fields of continents, until all the fallen
troops of English and French and Italian
and German and Russian and Persian and
American and the worlds battlefslds an.
swer the call. Marathon, come up! Agin-
court, come upi Blenheim, come upl Acre,
come upl Hohenlinden, come up! Sedan,
come up! Gettysburg, come up! Near
Sharpsburg during our civil war, when
was, With some others under the auspices
of the Christian Cnmmiss,on, looking after
the wounded, Federal and Confederate, one
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 theii
last sleep in the bivouac OF the dust: the
seven hundred and fifty Thousand slain in
the Crimean war, the eight hundred thou.
sand slain in our American war, the fifteen
million slain in the wars of Sesostris, the
twenty-five million slain iu Jewish wars, the
thirty two million slain in wars of Gheugis
Khan, the eighty million slam in the wars
of the Crusaders, the one hundred aud eigh.
ty million slain in the Roman wars. Aye
according to DR.. Dick, the dead in war, !,
each one occupied four feet of ground
would make enough graves TO reach foul
hundred aud forty two times around the
earth.
The naost of people are dead. The wor6
is house Of two rooms, basement and g
room above ground The basement ha;
two TO one, three to Que, four to Que more
occupants than the superstructure. Sick
ness and war aud death have been staoklns
their harvests for near SIX Thousand years
VIII re are those who saw tho Pilgrim Fa
theirs em Dark, or the Declaration of Inde
psndeacs signed, or Franklin lasso tht
lightning. or Warren Hastings tried, OIL
Qdesn Elizabeth iu her triumphal march Il
K il9orth, or William. Prince of Orange
land, or Gustavus Adolphus crowned, ol
Jerome of Prague burned at the stake, ol
Tamerlane fourd his empire? Gone! gone
But the trumpet shall sound. Music tt
raise the dead. Uh, how much the worlG
needs it. You take torch and I will taks
torch. and we will go through some Of tht
asles of the Roman catacon. bs and see thu
expectant epitsphs on the walls and righ
over where the departed sleep. You know
THAT these catacembs are fifty or sixty fee
underground, aud it one loses the guide o.
his torch is extinguished, he never find
the way out So let us stay close togethe
and with our torches. as we wander along
small part of these nine hundred miles o
underground passages. see the inscription
as they were really chiseled there on boil
sides the way. On your side you read b.
thu light of your torch: '.Here rests
handmade of God who out of all her riche
now possesses but this one house. Thol
wilt remain in eternal repose of happiuess
a. d. $780," On my side read by the ligh
of the torch: "Aurelia, our sweetes
daughter; she lived fifteen years and fou
months, A. D. 1885," On your side yol
read: "Here hath been laid sweet spirit
guileless, wise aud beautiful. Buried il
n 900 IN n,v o;Io T IL