Connecticut western news., 1892-04-21

want to take ten million years of life here for the first installment. But, my Christian friends, we cannot afford al- ways to stay down in the cellar of our Fathers house. We cannot always bo postponing the best things. We cannot always be tuning our violins for the celestial orchestra. Wo must got vur wings out. We must mount. We can not afford always to stand out hero in the vestibule of the house of many man. sions. while the windows are illuminated with the levee angelic. and we can hear the laughter of those forever free, and the ground quakes with the bounding feet of those who have entered upon etor. nal play.
 OPEN THE GATES or HEAVEN.
 Ushers of heavenl Open the gatesi Swing them clear back on their pearly hinges! Let the celestial music rain on us in its cadencesi Let tho hanging gar dens of tho king breathe on us their nro. maticsi Letour redeemed ones just look out and give us ono glance of their glo- rifed faces! Yes, there they nro novl I see thom. But I cannot stand the vision. Close the gate, or our eyes will be quenched with the overpowering brightness. Hold back the song. or our ears will never again care for earthly anthem. Withdraw the perfume, or we shall swoon in tho fragrance that human nostril was never made to breathe.
 All thesc thoughts are suggested as VIC stand this Easter morn amid the broken rocks of the Savionr's tomb. Indeed, know that tomb has not been rebuilt, for l stood in December of 1889 amid the ruins of that tho most famous sepul. cher of all time. There nro thcus3nds of tombs in our Greenwood ana Laurel Hill and Mount Auburn with moro pol ished stone and more elaborate masonry and moro foliaged surroundings, but as went down the steps of the supposed tomb of Christ on my return from Mount Calvary said to myself: This is the tomb of all tombs. Around this stand more stupendous incidents than around any grave of all the world since death entered it"
 THE sEpUIcuER OF CHRIST.
 l could not breathe easily for over mastering emotion as l walked down the Sour crumbling steps till we came abreast of tho niche in which l think Christ was buried. l measured the sepulcher and found it fourteen and a half feet long, eight feet high, nine feet wide. 1t is family tomb and seems to have been built to hold five bodies. But rejoice to say that the tomb was empty and tho door of the rock was gone and ! the sunlight streamed in. The day that | Christ rose and came forth the sepulcher was demolished forever and no trowel of earthly masonry can ever rebuild 1t. And the rupture of those rocks, and the snap of that governmental seal, and the crash of those walls of limestone, and the step of tho lacerated but triumphant | foot of the risen Jesus we today cele- brate with acclaim of worshiping thou sands, while with all the nations of Christendom and all the shining hosts of heaven we chant, "Now is Christ risen from the dead and become the first fruits of them that slept"
 | Oh. weep no more your comforts slain, The Lord Is risen, he lives again.
 And now may the God of peace, who brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting GOV enant make you perfect in every good word and work" Halleluiah! Ameni