The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1892-04-21

gllng women Is quite beyond compu-
tation. OF the various exchanges that
at one time existed in Texas, but one
remains-that at Houston. 1t has
done and is doing such effective work
that the people of Houston would not
let 1t fail ON any account. Very many
people within the last few days have
expressed most earnest wishes that
the Woman's Exchange in Austin
could be recognized, or that a new one
could be established. IL would GER
tainly be of great benefit to the city
In furnishing employment to many
who are sadly in need Of it. Let the
ladies of Austin consider the matter
and advise the Home Corner If they
are willing to give their aid to so inn
portant an undertaking.
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And this is Easter morning! The
coming of Easter ought to fill every
heart with sweet and solemn 10Y.
So many lovely thoughts and tender
associations cling around the day, it
is as though the very day itself were
wreathed with flowers, as well as the
cross. that symbolizes it. Indeed there
are very many other symbols besides
the cross. This is
"Earths glad new resurret ii on morn
Upbursting from its prison,
In grander tairer beauty born,
The buried soul has risen.
And our own soul, more revcrent,
Grows jubilant with praises
To read the mystic message sent
By springs first wayside daisies"
Everywhere, all over the land this
morning flowers are blooming. The
prairies are blue with buffalo clover,
and there are srlashes of pink where
the wild pblox grows, or of scarlet
where the "Indian torchn holds its
flame aloft, or of heliotrope among the
beds of wild verbenas, and in the
cities children go along the streets
with both hands filled with roses,
while the woodbine waves its crimson
trumpets around the porch, and the
bridal wreath has filled all it's branches
with drifts of spotless white, and
snowy Easter lilies stand up erect
and pure as groups of little children
to greet the day. And only little
while ago the earth was bleak enough,
and every stem was brown and bare.
Where were all these flowers
lurking then? Oh, to he sure,
the story of Easter is an
old one, and had been told
by every recurring springtime. long
before that morning when the three
women went stealing down to the
garden, in the early morning light,
asking one another, "Who shall roll
away the stone from the door OF the
sepulchre?n
In Russia, today, the priests of the
Greek church go from house to house,
and greet every one they meet in
tones of joy, with HE is rlsen!7
"Risen indeed!" is the response; and
so the greetings go on, and every
heart is jubilant becau 1t is Easter.
But amid all the religious observ-
ances and the lovely thoughts that
Irvine about the day, it has often
seemed to me that the idea of resur-
rection extends further and makes up
more of our daily life than we imag-
inc. This power to rise again-what
would the world be without 1t! How
utterly desolate would we be If IT.
were not for the hope, in the
very coolest and most careless
of us, that the loved one who
has drifted out of our sight lies NOT
asleep through all the dreamless4
years but on some fairer shore awaits.
our coming, and will see and call to
US while we are yet afar off. The
father who had rejected every doc
trine of Christianity and Knocked at
sacred things, was called 10 stand one
day in mortal agony beside the still
form OF the child in whom all his
hopes and his love had been conferred,
and the one moment there taught him
more than he had learned in all his
years of sophistry, and even he cried,
like one of old, "She Is not dead, but
sleepeth." If it were not for the hope
embodied in the divine story of Easter,
what would be left us who have laid
our dead TO rest but ashes and the
bitterness Of desolation, and to feel
that we are shadows, walking about
on blasted shore, calling to one an
other through the thick darkness,
and answered by the echoes of our
own voices
Nv
But one of the most beautiful
thoughts connected with resurrection
Is that 1t sometimes comes in life.
That wonderful upspringing of
human soul is not always beyond the
border land that separates us from
the eternal mystery. What! Have
you not seen life changed from
degradation to nobility, suddenly
filed with noble purposes, suddenly
fired with lofty ambitions, it's selfish
ness all at once transformed into self
abnegation; its GOODNESS and indiffer-
ence changed into loving warmheart-
edness that took the whole world in?
And was that no resurrection? No
rising again, into full and glorious
life of the soul that had been dead?'
Thank heaven that to every soul, in
this world, is given the power to rise
} toward truer, better, nobler life.
! Thank heaven that we, in our weak
strugglings, can shadow forth that
. resurrection that has made Judea's
!, hills sacred place, dear to the heart
of the world.
W.