Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-04-21

liberty! Gone out of Januarvi i
Gone where they talk about vo QUO
always talk about absent fr ia 4
say: Il wonder when they viii IGa ny
here to join us. Hank! the onta soq
of Heaven swings open. Harl',u
are feet on the golden stairs n
they are comingr' FL
/ was told at Johnstown 90.
flood that many people who had W.
months and years bcreft for ~ ~
Sne got comfort when the av tnv
came to think that their denan.
were not present to see the ca ta st9
AS the people were floating down
housetops they said, ooh, how ala
that father and mother are NOT 1 h"1
"How glad | am that the chiIdra
not alive to see this horror" Ana
not we who are down here amid II
turning of this life be glad that y
the troubles which submerge rs cal
alright our friends assembled? y
Before this | warrant orr a. /
ones have been introduced 70 \
celebrities of Heaven. Soma cd
said to them: LET me introdnco
Joshua, the man who, by Drawer sd
two worlds for several hours II
make you acquainted with this ord1
three heroes-John Huss, PhiIin MI
thon and Martin Luther. Aha A
Fenelon! Here is Archbishop lad
Here are Latimer and Ridley, n
Matthew Simpson,. Here is poets
James Montgomery and Anna Rad
and Horatius Bonar and Phoebe d
and Lowell Mason"
Were your departed ones foI
music? What oratorios led on hv Il
and Hayden. We're they fond of|
ures? What Raphals pointing ON
with all colors wrought into Il
wheels, wings of seraphim and "A
tions. We're they fond of N
What eternal rhYthms led on bvl
Milton. Shall we pity Oar gl
kindred? No, they had better iii
We, the shipwrecked and on a J
the hurricane, looking up at tbenI
ing on over calm seas, under skiej
never frowned with tempests, weI
pied with chains; they lifted BY /
"Surely the bitterness of death is /
Further, II what | have been sail
true, we should trust the Lord |
thrilled with the fact that our ovl
of escape cometh. If our lives WI
ing to end when our heart ceased
safe and our lungs to breathe, II
want to take ten million years /
here for the first instalment. I'D
Christian friends, we cannot afd
ways to stay down in the cellar
Fathers house. We cannot aIwlI
postponing the best things. We 4
always be tuning our violnS ID
celestial orchestra, We must I'd
wings out. We must mount. Wd
not afford always to stand out
the vestibule of the house of manH
sions. while the windows are illum
with the levee angelic, and vi
hear the laughter of those foreyerl
and the ground quakcs with the I
ing feet of those who have entered
eternal play. Ushers of Heaven.
the gates! Swing them clear bal
their pearly hinges! Let the cd
music rain on us its cadcnceS. L
hanging gardens of the King brea
us their aromatics. Let our red
ones just look out and give us one
of their gloritied faces. Yes, there
are now! l see them. Butt 4
stand the vision. Close the gate
eyes will be quenched with the over
ing brightness. Hold back the
our ears will never again care fore
anthem. Withdraw the perfume
shall swoon in the fragrance that
nosJril was never made to breathe
All these thoughts are suggest
we stand this Easter morn an
broken rocks of the Savior's tom
deed, / know that tomb has not N
built, for | stood in December 0
amid the ruins of that, the most
sepulcher of all time. There are
sands of tombs in our Greenwoof
Laurel Hill and Mount Auburn
more polished stone and more ella
masonry and more foliage sIrrouI
but as / went down the steps OF II
posed tomb of Christ on my retur
Mount Calvary, | said to myself;
is the tomb OF all tombs. Aroul2
stand more stupendous incidents
around any grave of all the Worl
death entered it.
I could not breathe easily 10
mastering emotion as | walked DO
four crumbling steps till we came
of the niche in which think ChrT
buried. | measured the sepuchf
found it fourteen and a half 1te'
eight feet high, nine feet wide
family tomb and seems to navy
built to hold five bodies. But
to say that the tomb was empty
door of the rock was gone, ana
light streamed in. The day tha'
rose and came forth the sepulch'
demolished forever, and no uoN
earthly masonry can ever reouNu
And the rupture of those foci
the snap of the governmental ss
the crash of those walls OF llm's'V
| the step of the lacerated but trlall
foot of the risen Jesus we 1o.oS
brate with acclaim of worshlplh's;
sands, while with all the ha"
Christendom, and all the SHINING
of Heaven we chant, "Now
risen from the dead and become
fruits of them"that slept.
Oh, weep no more your comforts '''
The Lord is risen, He lives again.
"And now may the God OF pea.
brought again from the 'eaa ~
Jesus, that great Shepherd OF NV
through the blood OF the e'e
covenant make you perfect ~
good word and work. ha'