Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1893-06-30
VOL XXI ISLAND POND VERMONT JUNE 30 1893

last fuceral procession comes in. No breath
oi air disturbing the dust where Pspepolis
stood and Thebes and Babylon. No wlnking
OF tho eyelids long closed In darkness. No stir
ring ofthe feet that once bounded the hillside,
No opening OF the hand that once plucked
the flower out OF the edge OF the Wild
wood. No clutching OF swords by the men
who went down when Persia battled and
Rome fell. Silence from ocean beach 10
mountain cliff and from river to river. The
sea singing the same old tune. Tho lakes
hushed to sleep in the bosom OF the same
great hills. No hand disturbing the
gate OF the long-barred sepulcher. All
the nations OF the dead motionless
in their winding sheets. Up the side
OF the hills; down through the trough
OF the valleys, far out In the cav
erns, across the fields, deep down into the
coral palaces OF the ocean depths where
leyiathan sports with his fellows-every-
where, layer above layer, height above
height, depth below depth-dead dead
dead But In the twinkling OF an eye, as
quick IA that, az the archangeis trumpet
comes pealing, rolling, reverberatlnS, crash
ing across continents and seas, the earth will
give one fearful shudder and the door OF tho
family vault, without being unlocked,
will burst open. and all the
graves OF the dead will begin to
| throb and heaYe like the waves OF the sea,
aud the mans0leum OF princes will fall into
dust and Ostend and Sebastopol and Aus
terlitz and Gettysburg stalk forth In the
| lurid air and the shipwrecked rise from the
| deep, their wet locks looming above the bill
| low, AMI all the land and all the sea become
| one moving mass OF life--all generations, all
ages with upturned countenances some
! kndled with rapture and others blanChed
with despair but gazing in one direction,
upon one object, and that the throne Of
| resurrection.
On that day you will get back your Chris
! tiGn dead. There Is whore the comfort comes
in. They Will come up with the same hand,
the same foot and the same entire body, but
with a perfect hand. and perfect foot, and
perfect body, corruption, mortality having
become immortality. And oh, the reunion !
! Oh, the embrace after so long An absence |!
Comfort one another with these words.
| While present these thoughts this morn
| ing does II not seem that heaven comes very
near to US, AS though our friends, whom we
thought great way of, are not in the dis
tance, but close by2 You have sometimes
come down to u river at nightfall and you
have been surprised how easily you could
hear voices across that river. You shouted
over to the other side OF the river, and they
shouted back II is said that when George
Whitefleld preached In Third street, Phila-
delphia. one evening time his voice was
| heard clear across 10 the New jersey shore.
When was a little while chaplain In the
army, remember how at eyentide we could
easily hear the voices OF the pickets across
the Potomac just when they were using or
dinary tones. And as we come to-day and
stand by the river OF Jordan that divides us
from our friends who are gone 1t seems TO me
we stand on one bank, and they stand ON the
other, and II ia only narrow stream,
and our voices go, and their voices come,
Hark Hush | hear distinctly wha,
they say. These rathey who came out OF
great trbulation and had their robes washed
and made white in the blood Of the Lamb. u
Still the voice comes across the water, and
hear, "We hunger no more; We thirst nc
more neither shall the sun light on us nor
any heat for the Lamb which Is in the midst
of the throne, leads us to living fountains OF
water, and God wipeth away all tears from
our ewes"