The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1889-05-09

cbstacIos IN" unar s UH' RepubIs at the
ballot box denied Horace Greeley the
highest place at the National Capital but
could not keep him from rising from the steps
of New York printing office on which he
sat ono chilly morning waiting Tor the boss
printer to come that he might get q job, UNI
I'll he mounted the highest throne of
American journalism. He rolled back
the stone and sat upon it. poor orphan
boy. picking up chips at Richmond
Va, accosted by a passing sea Captain
and invited to come ON board his vessel. drops
the chips and starts right away and Is tossed
from port to port and homeless and friend
loss wanders ono day along fremont street,
Boston and sees Park Street Church open
casion and using sailors vernacular, as was
usual with him, he says: II put In, up
holm, unfurled sail and made for the gallery
and scud under bare poles to the corner pew
Then hove to and came TO anchor. -.
THE old man, DR., Griffin, was just naming
his text. Pretty soon he unfurled the main
sail, raised the topsail, ran up the pennants
ship never sailed more prosperously The
salt spray flew 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
oil beached and tho captain Of
the Lords's hosts rode forth, conquering and
to conquer, Before that sailor boy was
poverty, but he conquered it; and orphanage,
but he conquered it; and ignorance, but he
conquered II; and the scott of the world, but
he conquered it; and he rose till every sail
ors' bethel in the world blessed him and great
anniversary platforms invited him, and
Daniel Webster and Charles Dickens and
Frederika Bremer,. and poets, and orators
and -. II Ia 1
his gospeiizng influence viii go on until the
last jack tar is converted and the sea shall
give up its dead. All the obstacles Of his life
seemed gathered into one great bowlder, but
Edward +. Taylor, tho world-renowned sail
ors' preacher, rolled back the stone and sat
upon IL.
j Yet do not make the mistake that MANY
do of sitting on it before it is rolled away.
1t is bound to go if you only tug
away at it. If not before, then l think
about 10 o'clock noon of resurrection
day you will see something worth seeing.
The general impression is that the
resurrection will take place in the morning.
The ascent to the skies will hardly occur
Immediately. 1t will take some hours to form
the procession s,syward and we will all want
to take look at this world before we leave
it forever and sec the surroundings of the
couch where our bodies have long been Sleep
ing, On that Easter morning the marble.
whether 1t lay HAT upon your grave or stood
up in, monument, will have to be jostled
and shaken and rolled aside BY the
angel of resurrection, and while waiting for
your kindred to gather and the procession to
form your resurrected body may sit in holy
triumph upon that chiseled stone which
marked the place of your protracted slumber
On that day what fragile thing will be
Aberdeen granite and column OF basalt
and the mortar which will rattle
out of the wall of vaults that have been sealed
a thousand years and the Tai, built for a
queen in India, sepulcher two hundred and
seventy-five feet high, and made of jasper
and cornelian and turguois and lapis-lazuli
and amethyst .and onyx and sapphire and
diamond, aud which shall that day rain into
glittering dust on groves of banyan and
bamboo and palm. And all under what
by giants2 No. Thunderbolt cleaving
asunder the granite? No. Gathering ram
swung against the walls of cemeteries? No.
Dynamite drilled under the foundations of
cenotaph and abbey2 No. 1t will be done by
music. Nothing but music, sweet but all
penetrating music. The trumpet shall sound |!
You say that is figurative; how do you know?
music anyhow The trumpet that stirring, in
cisive, mighty instrument, with q natural
compass from G below the staff to Z above,
blown above Sinai when the law was given,
blown around Jericho when the walls tumbled,
blown when Gideon discounted the Midian-
/ ties, 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 surprised if the dead are to
be awakened by music. Why, that is the
way now we raise the dead Take the statis-
| tics, 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,
t IT. Under God what hosts
have been resurrected by Ira D. San
key, by Thomas Hastings, by William D..
Bradbury, by Lowell Mason, by motherly
lullabies, by church doxologies by oratorios.
If we raise the dead now by music, be not
be raised by music.
The trumpet shall soundi And that in
strument shall have plenty of work to do on
tho day mentioned. 1t will have to sound
through all the pyramids, which are only
names for sepulchers and iberate the buried
kings. And through hypogean graves which
graves which were dug in rocks,
and through the nine hundred wind
ing miles of catacombs under and
around the Roman Campagna, where over
seven million human beings sleep. And
through all the crystal sarcopbagi of Allan
tic and Pacific and Mediterranean and Cas-
plan and Black Sea deeps And over all the
battle fields Of continents, until all the fallen
troops Of the English and French
and Italian and German and Rus
the worlds battle fields an
swer the call. Marathon, come upl Agin-
court come up! Blenheim, come upi Acre,
come upl Hohenlinden, come up! Sedan,
come upl Gettysburg, come upi 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 moon
light night l was where could look down
upon the tents of the sleeping army. Oh.
what an imposing spectaclel But my sub
ject calls us to look down upon mightier
host of soldiers slumbering their last
sleep in the bivouac of the dust: the
seven hundred and fifty thousand slain in
the Crimean war, the eight hundred thou
million slain in the wars of Sesostris
the twenty-five million slain in Jewish
wars, the thirty-two million slain in
wars of Ghengis Khan, the eighty million
slain in the wars of the Crusaders, the one
hundred and eighty million slain in the Ro-
man wars. aye, according TO Or. DICK, the
dead in war, if each one occupied four feet of
! ground, would make enough graves to reach
four hundred and forty-two times around the
earth.
| The most of 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 to one more occu-
pants than the superstructure. Sickness and
war and death have been stacking their
harvests for nearly six thousand years.
where are those VINO saw the fngrim
| Fathers embark, or the Declaration of
Independence signed, or Franklin lasso
the lightning, or Warren Hastings tried, or
| Queen Elizabeth in her triumphal march to
Kenilworth, or William, Prince of Orange,
land, or Gustavus Adolphus crowned, or Je-
rome, of Prague, burned at the stake, or
Tamerland found his empire? Gonel 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 go through some of the
aisles of the Roman catacombs and see the ex-
pectant epitaphs 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 the way
out. So let us stay close together and with our