The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1890-04-17

am so tiredl' The fact Is, IL is . tired
world. II / should go through this
audience, and 60 round the world, !
could not find person in any style Of
life ignorant OF the sensation of fatigue.
do not believe there are fifty persons
in this audience who are not tired.
Your head is tired, or your back
is tired, or your foot Is tired, or
your brain is tired, or your nerves
are tired. Long journeying, or bus 1ess
application, or bereavement, or sickness
have put on you heavy weights. So the
vast majority of those who went out OF
this world went out fatigued. About
the poorest place to rest in is this world.
Its atmosphere, its surroundings, and
even it's hilarities are exhausting. So
God stops our earthly life, and more
especially gives quiescence to the lung
and heart, that have not had ten min
utes' rest from the first respiration and
the first beat. If drummer-boy we're
compelled in the army to beat his drum
for twenty-tour hours without stopping,
his officer would be court-martialed for
cruelty. If the drummer boy should be
commanded to beat his drum for week
without ceasing, day and night,
he would die in attempting it. But
under your vestmen. is a pcor heart
that began its drum-beat- for the
march of life thirty o. forty
or sixty or eighty years ago, and it has
had no furlough by day or night, and
whether in conscious or comatose state
it went right on, for if it had stopped
seven seconds your life would have
closed. And your heart will keep go
ing until some time after your spirit
has flown, for the auscultator says that
after the last expiration of lung and the
last throb of pulse, and after the spirit
is released, then the heSrt keeps on
beating for time.
What a mercy, then, IL Is that the
grave is the place where that wondrous
machinery of ventricle and artery can
halt! Under the healthful chemistry
of the soil all the wear and tear of nerve
and muscle and bone will be subtracted,
and that bath of good, fresh, clean soil
will wash off the last ache, and then
some of the same style of dust out OF
which the body of Adam was con-
structed may be infused into the resur-
rection body. How can the bodies of
the human race, which have had no res
plenishment from the dust since the
time of Adam in paradise, get
any recuperation from the store-
house from which he was con-
structed without our going back
into the dust? That original, life-giv-
ing material having been added to the
body as it once was, and all the defects
left behind, what body will be the
resurrection body! And will not hum
dreds of thousands of such appearing
above Gowanus Heights make Green
wood more beautiful than any June
morning after a shower? The dust OF
the earth being the original material
for the fashioning of the first human be-
ing, we have to go back to the same
place to get perfect body. Factories
are apt to be rough places, and
those who toll in them have
their garments grimy and their
hands smutched. But who cares
for that, when they turn out for US
beautiful musical instruments or ex-
ouisite upholstery! What though the
grave is a rough place, it is resurrec-
tion-body mandatory, and from it shall
come the radiant and resplendent forms
of our friends on the brightest morning
the world ever saw. You put into a
factory cotton, and it comes out apparel
You put into factory lumber and lead,
and it comes out pianos and organs.
And so into the factory of the grave you
put in pneumonias and consumptions,
in
groans, and they come out hallelujahs.
For us, on the final day, the most at
tractive places will not be the parks or
the gardens or the palaces, but the
cemeteries.
And then what f1utter of wings, and
what flashing of rekindled eyes, and
what gladsome rushing across the fami!
ly lot, with cries of Father, is that
you?" Mother, is that you?" my
darling, is that you?" "How you all
have changed! The cough gone, the
Group gone, the consumption gone, the
paralysis gone, the WEAKNESS gone.
Come, let us ascend together! The
older ones first, the younger ones next!
Quick now, get into line! The skyward
procession has already started! Steer
now by that embankment of cloud for
the nearest gate!" And as we ass
cend, on one side the earth gets
smaller until it is no larger
than mountain, and smaller until it is
no larger than palace, and smaller
until it is no larger than ship, and
smaller until it is no larger than a
wheel, and smaller until it is no largeA
than a speck. Farewell, dissolving
earth! But on the other side, as We
rise, Heaven at first appears no larger
than your hand. And nearer it looks
like a chariot, and nearer it looks like
throne, and nearer it looks like star,
and nearer it looks like sun, and
nearer it looks like universe. Hail,
scepters that shall always wave! Hail,
anthems that shall always roll! Hail,
companionships never again to be bro
ken, and friendships never again to parti
That is what Resurrection Day will
do for all the cemeteries and grave
yards from the Machpelah that was
opened by Father Abraham in Hebron
to the Machpelah yesterday consecrated.
And that makes Lady Huntington's inn
mortal rhythm most apposite:
When Thou. my righteous Judge, shalt come
| To take Thy ransomed people home,
Shall among them stand?
| Shall such a worthless worm as /,
| Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand?
| Among Thv saints lat me he found