Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-04-22

come more than conquerors, they sat upon 1t.
Men and women are good and great and use
-Ipl Just in proportion as they had to overcome
obstacles. You can count upon the fingers oil
orators. great poets. great patriots, and great
angel that made
A THRONE OF THE BowLDER
at tChr1sts tomb went back to heaven, and
warrant that, having been born in heaven and
ai"ays had an easy time, he now speaks OF
enat Wrestle with the rock as the most interest
ing chapter in all his angelic lifetime. o, men
and women with obstacles in the way, ! tell
you that those obstacles are only thrones that
you may after while sit on. Is the obstacle
IN your way sickness? Conquer it by accom-
plishing more for God during your invalidism
than many accomplish who have never
known an ailment. Are you persecutei? By
your uprlghtness and courage compel the
world TO acknowledge your moral heroism. Is
IL poverty? Conquer it by being happy in the
companlonship of your Lord and Master, who
IN all His life owned but 81 cents, and imme-
olately paid it all out in taxes to the Roman
assessor, and who would have been buried in
potters field had not Joseph of Arimathea
contributed place, for He who had not where
to lay His head during His life had borrowed
pillow for the last slumber. There is no throne
that you are sure to keep except that which
you make out of yanquished obstacles. An
ungrateful republic at the ballot box denied
Horace Greeley the highest place at the ma
tonal capital. but could not keep him from
rising from the steps of New York printing
othce oD which he sat one chilly morn
ing waiting for the boss printer to
come that he might get job until he mounted
the highest throne of American journalism.
He rolled back the stone and sat upon it. A
poor orphan boy, picking up chips at Rich
mond, Va, accoSted by a sea captain and in
vited'to come on board his vessel, drops the
chips anO starts right away and is tossed from
ders one day along Fremont street, Boston, and
sees Park Street Church open and speaking OF
1t afterward on a great occasion and using
sailors vernaeular, as was usual with him, he
says: u put in, up helm, unfurled sail and
made for the gallery and scud under bare poies
TO tho corner pew. Then hove to and came to
anchor. The old man, DR.. Griffin, was Just
naming his text. Pretty soon he unfurled the
malnsail. raised the topsail, ran up the PEN
nants to free breeze, and tell you
THE OLD GOSPEL SHIP
never sailed more prosperously. The salt
spray few in every direction, but more espe-
cially did it run down my cheeks. Satan had
to strike sail, his guns were dismounted or
spiked, his various craft by which he led sim
ners captive were all beached and the captain
and the Lords 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 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 anniversary platforms
invited him, and Daniel Webster and Charles
Dickens and Frederika Bremen and poets and
orators and senators sat electrified at his feet,
and his gospelizing influence will go on until
is
give up its dead All the obstacles of his life
seemed gathered into one great bowlder, but
Edward I. Taylor. the world renowned sailors
preacher, rolled back the stone and sat upon 1t.
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 think about Il o'clock noon OF
resurrection daY you will see something worth
seeing. The general impression is that the res
direction will take place in the morning. The
ascent to the skies will hardly occur imme-
diately. 1t will take some hours to form the
procession slzyward and we will all want to
take look at this world before we leave it for
ever and see the surroundings of our couch
where our bodies have long been sleeping. On
that Easter morning the marble, whether it lay
fat upon your 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 ana the
procession to form your resurrected body may
sit in holy triumph upon that chiseled. stone
which marked the place of your protActed
slumber. On that day what a 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 queen in India,
and cornelian and turquois and lapis-lazuli and
amethyst and onyx and sapphire and diamond,
and which shall that day.
RAIN INTO GLITTERING DUST
on groves of banyan and bamboo and palm.
And all under what power? Ponderous crow.
bars welded by giants? No. Thunderbolt
clearing asunder the granite? No. Bartering
ram swung against the walls of cemeteries?
No. Dynamite drilled under the foundations
of cenotaph and abbey? No. 1t will be done
by music. Nothing but music, sweet but all
penetrating music. The trumpet shall sound!
You say that it is fgurative, it means music
anyhow. The trumpet, that stirring, incisive,
mighty instrument, with a natural compass
from G below the staff to E 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 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 Qead. lake the StatlStlcS. 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.
Bradb by Lowell Mason, by motherly lula
bies, by church doxologies by oratorios. If
we raise the dead now by music, be not sur
prised that on the last day the dead are to be
raised by music.
The trumphet shall soundl And that instru-
ment 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
and hberate the buried kings. And
THROUGH HYPoGEAN GRAVES
which were built in mounds and the hypogean
graves which were dug in rocks and through
the 900 winding miles of catacombs, under and
around the Roman Campagna, where over z.
600 600 human beings sleep. And through all
the crystal sarcophagi of Atlantic and Pacific
and Mediterranean and Caspian and Black sea
deeps. And over all the battle fields of con-
tinents, until all the fallen troops of English
and French and italian and German and Rus
sian and Persian and American and the worlds
battle fields answer the call. Marathon. come
up! Agincourt, come up! Blenheim, come upi
Acre, come upi Hohenlinden, come up! Sedan,
come upl Gettysburg, come up! Near Sharps-
burg during our civil war, when was,
with some others under the auspices
of the Christian commission, looking
ate one moonlight night was where / could
look down upon the tents of the sleeping army.
Oh. what an imposing spectaclei But my SUBJ
ject calls us to look down upon mightier host
of soldiers sumbering their last sleep in the
bivouae of the dust: the 10000 slain in the