Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-05-02


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
sand slain in our American war, the fifteen
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 Dr. Dick, the
dead in war, if each one occupied four feet OF
ground would make enough graves to reach
four hundred and forty-tw times around the
Garth
The most of people are dead The world is
house of two rooms, a basement, and q
room above ground. The basement has two
to one, three TO one, four to one moro occu-
pants than the superstructure. Sickness and
war and death have been stacking their
harvests for nearly six thousand years.
Where are those who saw the Pilgrim
Fathers embark, OF 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? Cone Gone
But the trumpet shall sound. Music TO
raise the dead. Oh, how much the world
needs it. You take a 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 uuder-
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
torches, as we wander along a small part of
these mil al mn md ms
the inscriptions rs they were really chiseled
there ON both sides the way On your side you
read by the light of your torch: Here rests
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.
3SO.n On my side | read by the light of the
torch: "Aurelia our sweetest daugh-
ter; she lived fifteen years and four months,
A. d. 325.n On your side you read "Here
hath been laid sweet spirit, guileless, wise
and beautiful. Buried in peace A. ID. $685.
On my side / read: .'You well deserving
one, lie in peace You win rise. A temper
airy rest is granted you. Plnucus, her hus-
band made this" On your side you read
"Nicephorus, n sweet soul, in the place of re-
freshmentn On my side read SIN Christ,
Alexander is not dead, but lives beyond
the stars, and his dead body rests in this
tomb.n On your side you read: Here happy,
YOU find rest bowed down with years v
Irene sleeps in God ''Valeria sleeps in
peace" "Arethusa sleeps in Cod "Navira
in peace, sweet soul who lived sixteen years,
a soul sweet as honey; this cpitaph was made
by her parents
But let us come out from these cataeombs
and extinguish our torches, for upon all
these longings and expectations of all
nations the morning of resurrection dawns.
The trumpet shall sound And the sooner
II sounds the better. Oh, how we would
like 10 get our loved ones back againl IL
we are ready 10 meet our Lord, our sins
all pardoned, what a good thing il this
moment we could hear the rcsounding
and reverberating blast Would you not like
to see your father again your mother again,
your daughter again, your boy again and all
your departed kindred againf Roll on sweet
day of resurrection and reunion. Under the
hoofs Of the white stccds that draw thy
chariot we strew Easter flowers. Would
il not be grand If we could all rise to-
gether? You know that the Bible says
we shall not all siccp but we shall
all be changed What II we should be among
the favored ones who never have 10 see death,
and that while in the full life of our body we
should hear that trumpet sound and these
mortal bodies take ON Immortality. Oh, how
| would hasten 10 two places before the close
Of such dny-peaceful Greenwood
and the village cemetery back of SOM
erville. And 1 would cry aloud; 1.-THE
hour has come, the trumpet has sounded,
the resurrection is here Father and mother,
You were the best Of all the group now lead
the waym The earth sinks out of sight
Clouds under foot Other worlds only mile
stones ON the Kings highway We risei We
rise We rise 20 be forever with the Lord
and forever with each other. May We all
have part IN that first resurrection.
In this lark world Of sin and pain
We only meet 20 part again;
But when we reach the heavenly shore
We there shall meet 10 part no more.
The hope that shall see that DAY
should chase our present grlefs away.