The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-05-01
THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL. WEDNESDAY, MAY 1, 1889

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 surprised 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 violins,
by organs, by trumpets. Under God what
hosts have been resurrected by Ira ID.
Sankey, by Thomas Hastings. by William
ID. Bradbury, by Lowell Mason, by moth
erly lullabys, by church doxologies, by
oratories. II 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 sound. And that
! instrument 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 sepulchers, and hber-
ate the buried kings. And through hypo-
gean graves which were built In mounds
and the hypogean graves which were dug
| in rocks and through the 800 winding
miles OF catacombs under and around the
Roman Cainpagna, where over 100000
|
the crystal sarcophagi of Atlantic
and Pacific and Mediterranean and
| Caspian and Black sea deeps.
| And over all the battlefelds OF
! continents until all the fallen troops of
! English and French and Italian and Ger
man and Russian and Persian and Ameri-
can and the worlds battlefelds answer
/ the call. Marathon, come upi Agin-
court come up! Blenheim, come up!
Acre, come up 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 commission,
! looking after the wounded, federal and
! confederate, one moonlight night / was
where | could look down upon
| the tents of the sleeping army.
! Oh, what an imposing spectacle! But my
subject calls us to look down upon
mightier host of soldiers slumbering their
last sleep in the bivouac of the dust; the
| $50, 900 slain in the Crimean war. the $780,
| 600 slain in our American war, the IL, 000,-
| 600 slain in the wars of Sesostris, the 25,
! 100000 slain in Jewish wars, the 100000
slain in wars of Ghengis Kahn, the S0,000,-
600 slain in the war of the Crusaders, the
100000 slain in the Roman wars. Ave,
| according to DIR. Dick, the dead in war, if
each one occupied four feet of ground,
would make enough graves to reach 442
times around the earth.
The most of the people are dead. The
world Is house OF two rooms. basement,
and a room above ground. The basement
has two TO one, three to one, four 10 one
more occupants than the superstructure.
Sickness and war and death have been
stacking their harvests for near G, 200 wears.
Where are those who saw the Pilgrim
fathers embark, or the declaration of indie
pehdence signed, or Franklin lasso the
lightning, or Warren Hastings tried, or
Queen Elizabeth in her triumphant march
to kenilworth, or William, prince of Or
ange, land, or Gustavus Adolphus crowned,
or Jerome OF Prague burned at the stake,
or Tamerland found his empire? Gonei
Gone
But the trumpet shall sound. Music to
raise the dead. Oh. how much the world
needs it. You take torch and will take
a torch and We will 90 through some of
the aises OF the Roman catacombs and see
the expectant epita Phs On the walls and
right over where the departed sleep. You
know that these catacombs are fifty or
sixty feet under ground, and If one loses
the guide or his torch is eXtinguished, he
never finds his way out. 80 let us stay
close together and with our torches as we
wander along n small part of these 800
miles of these underground passages, see
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 pos
sesses but this one house. Thou wilt re-
main in eternal repose OF happiness. A.
d. $50" On my side read by the light
of the torch: "Aurelia, our sweetest
daughter; she lived fifteen years and four
months. A. d. 325." On your side YOU
read: Here hath been laid sweet spirit,
guileless, wise and beautiful. Buried in
peace, A. ID. 1885," On my side l read:
"You well deserving one, lie in peace.
You will rise. A temporary rest is granted
you. Plaucus, her husband, made this"
On your side you read: "Nicepho-
rOus, q sweet soul, in the place
of refreshment" On my side / read:
''In Christ Alexander is not dead, but
lives beyond the stars and his dead body
rests in this tomb" On your side you
read: Here, happy, You find rest bowed
'Valeria sleeps in peace" ."Arethusa
sleeps in God" "Navira in peace, a sweet
soul who lived sixteen years, a soul sweet
as honey; this epitaph was made by her
parents"
But let us come out from these cata-
combs and extinguish our torches, for
upon all these longings and expectations
of all nations the morning of resurre, ton
dawns. The trumpet shall sound! And
the sooner it sounds the better
Oh. how we would like to get
our loved ones back again If we
were ready to meet our Lord, our sins all
pardoned, what good thing if this mo-
ment we could hear the resembling and
reverberating blast Would You not like to
see your father again, your mother again,
your boy again, and all your departed
kindred again? Roll on sweet day of re-
surrection and reunion Under the hoofs
of the white steeds that draw thy chariot
we strew Easter flowers. Would it not be
grand if we could all rise together You
know that the Bible says we shall not
sleep, but we shall all be changed. What
il we should be among the favored ones
who never have to see death, and that
while in the full OF life of our body we
should hear that trumpet sound and these
mortal bodies take on Immortality Oh, how
would hasten TO two places before the close
of such a day-peaceful Greenwood and
the village cemetery back of Somerville.
And l would cry aloud: 'The hour has
come, the trumpet has sounded, the resur-
rection is here. Father and mother, YOU
were the best of all the group, now lead
the wayp The earth sinks out of sight.
Clouds under foot Other worlds only