Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1893-06-19

the tfnkling of the bell Of the scotc
kirk. Your brother may have ron
down insthe ship that foundered off Cap
Ilatteras. Your little child may be sleer
ing on the verge Of the towering west
ern prairie. Yet God will gather then
all mp, however widely the dust may b
scattered. Nevertheless it is pleasant {,
think that we will be buried together
When my father died and we took hin
ont and put him down In the graveyard
OF Somerxille. it did not seem 30 sad b
leave him there, because right besid,
him was my dear, good, old, beautifn
Christian mother, and IL seemed as Il
she said: II was tired, and I came TO bee
. little early. Pam glad you have come
1t seems as of DID,"
Oh. 1t is a consolation to feel that when
men come and with solemn tread carry
you out to your resting place they will
open the gate through which some loi
your friends have already gone and
through which many of your friends will
follow. Sleeping under the same roof,
at last sleeping under the same sod. The
autumnal leaves that drift across your
grave will drift across theirs, the bird
songs that drop on their mound will dror
on yours, and then in starless winter
nights, when the wind comes bowling
through the gorge. you will be company
for each other. The child close up to
the bosom of its mother. The husband
and wife remarked; on their lips the
sacrament of the dust.
Brothers and sisters who used in sport
TO fling themselves on the grass now
again reclining side by side in the grave,
IN flecks Of sunlight sitting through the
long, 1.-THE willows. Then at the trump
ct Of the archange' to rise side by side,
shaking themselves from the dust of
ages. The faces that were ghastly and
fixed when you saw them last all aflush
with the light Of incorruption. The
father looking around on his children
and saying, "Come, come, my darlings;
thisis the morning Of the resurrection. p"
Mrs. Sigourney wrote beautifully with
the tears and blood of her ownsbroken
heart:
There was shaded chamber,
A silent watching band,
On q low couch q suffering child
Grasping her mothers hand.
But mid the gasp and struggle
With shuddering lips she cried,
Mother, oh, dearest mother,
Bury me by your side."
Only one wish she uttered
AS life was ebbing fast,
"Sleep by my side, dear mother.
And rise with me at last"
CLOUD OF WITNESSES.
Oh, yes, we want to be buried togeth.
,er. Sweet antetype Of everlasting resi-
dence in each others companionship.
When the wrecker went down into the
cabin Of the lost steamer, he found the
mother and child in each others arms.
It was sad, but it was beautiful, and it
was appropriate. Together they went
down. Together they will rise. One on
earth. One in heaven. Is there not
something cheering in all this thought
and something to impress upon us the
idea that the departed are ours yet-ours
forever?
But console you again with the fact
Of your present acquaintanceship and
communication with your departed
friends. have nosympathy, need not
say, with the ideas of modern spiritual
ism, but what mean is the theory set
forth by the apostle when he says, 1--WE
are surrounded by great cloud Of wit
nesses." Just as in the ancient amphi-
theater there were $4,000 or 100. 900 peo-
pie looking down from the galleries upon
the combatants in the center, so, says
Paul, there is a great host Of your friends
in all the galleries of the sky looking
down upon our earthly struggles. tits
q sweet, consoling, Soriptural idea.
With wing Of angel, earth and heaven
are in constant communication.
Does not the Bible say, "Are they not
sent forth as ministering spirits to those
who shall be heirs of salvatiou" And
when ministering spirits come down and
see us, do they not take some message
back? It is impossible to realize, know,
the idea that thereis such rapid and per-
petual ntercommunication of earth and
heaven, but it is glorious reality. You
take rail train, and the train is in full
motion, and another train from the op-
posite direction dashes past you 30
swiftly that you are startled. All the
way between here and heaven is filled
with the up trains and the downNtrains
spirits coming-spirits going-coming
--going-coming-
That friend of yours who died last
month-do you not suppose he told all
the family news about you in the good
land to the friends who are gone? Do you
not suppose that when there ore hun
dreds of opportunities every day for
them in heaven to hear from you that
they ask about you-that they know
your tears your temptations, your strug-
giles, your victories? Aye. they do.
Perhaps during the last war you had
boy in the army, and you got pass,
and you went through the lines, and you
found him, and the regiment coming
from your neighborhood you knew most
of the boys there. One day you started
for home. You said: "Well. now, have
you any letters to sendf Any messages
to sendY' And they filled your pockets
with letters, and you started home. Ar
irving home. the neighbors came in, and