The morning news., 1889-04-22

that have been raised from the death of sin
by hymns, by psalms, by solos, by anthems,
bv flutes by violins by Organs, by trump
cts. Under God what hosts have been
resurrected by Ira D. Sankey, 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 surprised that
on tie last day the dead are to be raised by
music.
The trumpet shall sound! And that iu-
strument shall have plenty of work to do on
tae day mentioned. 1t will have to sound
through all the pyramids. which are only
names for sepulchers, and hberate the
buried kings Ard through hypogean
graves which were built in mounds and the
hypogean graves which were dug in rocks
and through the nine hundred winding
miles Of catacombs under and around
the Roman campagna, where over
seven million 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 battleields of con-
tinents, until all the fallen troops of English
and French and Italian and German and
Russian and Persian and American and
the worlds battefelds answer the call
Manathon, come up! Agincourt, come upl
Blenheim, come up Acre, come upl HO-
henlinden, come upl Sedan, come upi
Gettysburg, come upl 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 l could look
down upon the tents of the sleeping army
Oh, what an imposing spectacle! But my
subject calls us to look down upon a
m lighter 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 the 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
Roman 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-two times
around the earth.
The most of people are dead The world
is a house of two rooms, a basement, and
room above ground. The basement has
two to one, three to one, four to one more
occupants than the superstructure. Sick
ness and war and death have been stacking
their harvests for near six thousand years
Where are those who saw the pilgrim faith
ers embark, or the declaration Of independ-
ence signed, or Franklin lasso the light
ming, or Warren Hastings tried, or Queen
Elizabeth in her triumphal march to Kenil-
worth, or William, Prince of Orange, land
or Gustavus Adolphus crowned, or jerome
of Prague burned at the stake, or Tanner
land found his empires Gonel Gone!
But the trumpet shall sound. Music to
raise the dead. Oh, how much the world
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a torch and we will 60 through some of the
aisles Of the Roman catacombs and see the
expectant epitaphs on the walls and right
over where the departed sleep. You know
that these catacombs are tifGy or sixty feet
underground, 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 nine hundred miles of
underground passages, see the ilscrip-
tions 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 possesses but this one house. Thou
wilt remain in eternal repose of happiness.
A. D. $50" On my side | read by the light
of the torch: "Aurella, our sweet est daugh-
ter, she lived fifteen years and four months,
A. d. 325." On your side you read: Here
n
and beautiful. Buried in peace. A. d.
3SS." On my side | read: you well de-
serving one, lie In peace. You win rise.
A temporary rest is granted you.
Plaucus her husband, made this On your
side you read: "Ncephorus, sweet soul,
in the place of refreshment" On my side
read: I'm Christ, Alexander is not dead,
body rests in this tomb" On your side you
read: Here, happy, you find rest bowed
down with years. Irene sleeps in God"
"Valeria sleeps in peace" "Arethusa
sleeps in God" "Navira in peace, sweet
soul who lived sixteen years, a soul
sweet as honey; this eptaph
was made by her parents. :"
But let us come out from these catacombs
ami extinguish our torches, for upon all
these longings aud expec ations of all
nations the morning Of resurrection dawns.
The trumpet shall sound And the sooner
it sounds the better Oh, how we would
like to get our loved ones back again! II
we are ready to meet our Lord our sins all
pardoned, what good thing if this mo-
mont we could hear the res)unding and
reverberatlng blast! Would you not
like to see your father again, your
mother again, your daughter again,
your boy again and all your departed kin
dred again? Roll on sweet day Of resurrec-
tiol aud reunionl Under the hoofs of the
white steeds that draw thy chariot we strew
Easter flowers. Would il not be grand if
We could all rise togethers You know that
the Bible says we shall not all sleep, but we
shall all be changed. What if we should
be among the favored ones who never have
to see death, and that while in the full life
of our body we should hear that trumpet
sound and these mortal bodies take on i'm
mortality. Oh, how would hasten
TO two places before the close
of such a day-peaceful Greenwood and tue
village cemetery back of Sommerville.
And | 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 way" The earth sinks out Of sight
Clouds under foot Other worlds only mile
stones on the Kings highway. We rise
We rise! We risel TO be forever with the
lord aud forever with each other. May we
all have part in that first resurrectionl
In this dark world of sin and pam
We only meet To part again
But when we reach the heavenly shore,
We there shall meet 10 part no more.
The hope that we shall see that day
Should chase our present griefs away.
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