The intelligencer., 1889-04-27

saw the Pilgrim Fathers embark, or the
declaration of Independence signed, or
Franklin lasso the lightning, or Warren
Hastings tried or Queen Elizabeth i'm her
trumphal march to Kenilworth, or Will
liam, Prince of Orange, land, or Gustavus
Adolphus crowned, or Jerome of Prague
burned at The stake, or Tamerlane found
his empire? Gone! Gone!
But tho trumpet shall sound. Music to
raise the dead. q, how mucl the world
needs it. You take torch and | will take
a torch and we will go through SOM 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 underground, and IL 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 we
wander along a small part of these 800
miles of underground passages see the
inscriptions as they are really chiseled
there on both sides of 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, AID 3S0." On my side
l read by the light of the torch: "Aurelia,
our sweetest daughter; she lived fifteen
wears and four months, A. ID. 325." On
your side you read: Here have been laid
a sweet spirit, guileless, wise and b3auti-
full Buried in peace. A. d. 3SS." On my
side read: you will rise. A temporary
rest is granted you. PIaucus, her hus-
band, made this" On your side you read:
"Nicephorus a sweet soul, in the place OF
refreshment." On my side l read: ''In
Christ Alexander Is not dead, but lives
beyond the stars. and his dead body rests
n this tomb" On your side you readi
"Here, happy you find rest bowed down
with years" Irene sleeps in God"
''Valeria sleeps in peace" .'Arethusa
sleeps in God" "Navira in peace, a
sweet soul who lived sixteen years, a SOU,
sweet as honey; this epitaph was made
by her parents"
But let us come out from these catacombi
and extinguish our torches, for upon al,
these longings and expectations of all ma.
tions the morning of resurrection dawns
The trumpet shall sound! And the sooner
it sounds the better. o, how we would
like to get our loved ones back againl II
we are ready to meet our Lord our sini
all pardoned, what a good thing if thi
moment we could hear the resounding and
reverberating blastl Would you not like
to see your father again, your mother
again, your daughter again, your boy
again, and all your departed kindred
againp Roll on sweet day of resurrection
and reunionl 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
the Bible says we shall not all sleep, butwe
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 bear that trumpet
sound and these mortal bodies taken on
immortality. o. how l would hasten to
two palaces-befors the close of such day
peaceful Greenwood and the village
cemetery back of Somerville. And
would cry aloud: "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 way 70
The earth sinks out of sight Clouds I'M
der foot. Other worlds only milestones on
the Kings highway. We risel We risei
to be forever with the Lord and forever
with each other. May we all have part in
that first resurrectiOnt