The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1892-04-21

years ago got together again. Conc
where they have moro roomi Gone
where they have more jubilant So
cietyi Gone where they have mightier
berei Gone out Of hindrances into un-
bounded libertyi Gone out Of January into
Junei Gone where they talk about you as
we always talk about absent friends and
say: II wonder when they viii come up here
10 join US. Hark the outside door OF heaven
swings open. Harkl ther- are feet on the
golden stairs. Perha S they are coming"
was told at Johnstown after the foo
that many people who had been for months
and years bereft for the first time got COM
fort when the awful flood came 20 think that
their departed ones were not present 10 SEQ
the catastrophe. As the people were fioat-
ing down on the housetops they said: 'Oh.
how glad am that father aud mother ars
not here" or "How glad AN that the chill
dren are not alive TO see this horrorr Aud
ought not we who are down here amid tho
uDturuings OF this life be glad that none of
the troubles which submerge US can ever
alright our friends assembled?
Before this warrant our depe rted ones
have been introduced TO all the celebrities OF
heaven. Some one has said to them; LET
me introduce you TO Joshua, the man who
10y prayer stopped two worlds for several
hours. Let me make you acquainted with
this group OF three heroes-John HusS
Philip Melancthon and Martin Luther.
Aha here is Feneonl Here Is Archbishop
LeiShtonl Here are Latimer and Ridley
Here is Matthew Simpson Here is poets
row--James Montgomery and Anna Bar
bauld and Horatius Bonar and Phuuc
Palmer and Lowell Mason"
Were your departed ones fond OF muscs
What oratoris led on by Handel and Hay.
den. Were they fond OF pictures? What
haphaels pointing out skies with all colors
wrought out into chariot wheels, wings of
seraphim and coronations Were they fond
OF poetry What eternal rhythms led on by
John Milton. Shall We pity our glorined
kindredi No, they had better pity us. We
the shipwrecked and on n raft in the hurr-
cane, looking up at them sailing on over
calm sees, under skies that never frownei
with tempests, we hoppled with chains; they
lifted by wings. "Surely the bitterness Of
death is past -
Further. IL what have been saying Is
true we should trust the lord and b,
thrilled with the fact that our own day OF
escape cometh. If our lives were going 20
end when our hearts ceased TO pulsate and
our lungs 10 breathe, would want TO take
ten million years OF lifo here for tho first
installment. But, my Christian friends we
cannot afford always TO stay down IN the
cellar of our Fathers house. We cannot
always be postponing the best things. We
cannot always be tuning our violins for the
celestial orchestra. We must get our wings
out We must mount. We cannot afford
always TO stand out here in the vestibule OF
the house of many mansions, while tho
windows are illuminated with the levee
angelic and we can hear the laugh
ter of those forever free, and the
ground quakes with the bounding
feet Of those who have entered upon eternal
play. Ushers of heaven! Open the gates
Swing them clear back on their peary
hinges! Let the celestial music rain on us
its cadence. Let the hanging gardens OF
the king breath on us their aromatics. Let
our releemei ones just look out ant give
us one glance of their glorifed faces. Yes,
there they are now l see them. But cam
not stand the vision. Close the gate, or our
eyes will be quenchel with the overpowerng
brightness. Hold back the song or our ears
will never again care for earthly anthem.
Withdraw the perfume or we shall swoon in
the fragrance that human nostrils was never
made TO breath.
All these thoughts are suggested rs we
stand this Easter morn amid the broSnn
rocks OF the Saviours tomb. Indeed. know
that tomb has not been rebuilt for stood in
December of 1889 amid the ruins of that the
most famous sepulcher of all time. There
are thousands of tombs in our Greenwood
and Laurel Hill and Mount Auburn with
more polished stone and more elaborate ma