Connecticut western news., 1893-08-17

that died" Oh, triumphant thought!
 If you go through the picture gal leries of Versailles, you will find great change there. 1 said to a friend who had been through those galleries, Are they as they were before the French war;" and I was told there was great change there; that all that multitude of pictures which. represented Napoleonic triumphs had been taken away, and in the frames were other pictures repre- sentative of Germanic success and vic tory. Oh, that all the scenes of satanic triumph i'll our world might be plotted out, and that the whole world might be a picture gallery representing the tri- umphant Jesus! Down with the mon- archy of transgression! Up with the monarchy of our King! Hail! Jesus, haii!
 But must give you the second cause of Paul's exhilaration. If Christ had staid in that grave, we never would have gotten out Of it. The grave would have been dark and dismal as the con- ciergerie during the reign of terror, where the carts came up only to take the victims out to the scaffold. do not wonder that the ancients tried by em- balmment of the body to resist the dis solution of death.
 The gra, is the darkest, deepest, ghastliest chasm that was ever opened if there be no light from the resurrec- tion throne streaming into it, but Christ staid in the tomb all Friday night and all Saturday, all Saturday night and part of Sunday morning. He staid so long in the tomb that he might fit 1t for us when we go there. He tarried two whole nights in the grave, so that he saw how important 1t was to have plenty of light, and he has flooded it with his own glory.
 THE RESURRECTION.
 It is early Sunday morning, and we start up to find the grave of Christ. We find the morning sun gliding the dew, and the shrubs are sweet as the foot crushes them. What beautiful place 10 be buried in Wonder they did not treat Christ as we'll when he was alive as they do now that he is dead. Give the military salute to the soldiers who stand guarding the dead. But hark to the crash-an earthquake! The soldiers fall back as though they were dead, and the stone at the door of Christ's tomb spins down the hill, flung by the arm of an angel. Come forth, o Jesus, from the darkness into the sunlight! Come forth and breathe the perfume of Joseph's gar den.
 Christ comes forth radiant, and as he steps out of the excavation of the rock 1oa infn 10 in the distance I see others coming hand in hand and troop after troop, and l find it is long procession of the precious dead. Among them are our own loved ones-father, mother, brother, sister, companion. children, coming up out of the excavation of the rock until the last one has stepped out into the light, and am bewildered. and cannot understand the scene until 1 see Christ wave his hand over the advancing procession from the rock and hear him cry: "I am the resurrection and the life. He who be- ieveth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live" And then I notice that the long dirge of the worlds woe sud denly stops at the archangelic shout of Come forth!'
 Oh, my friends, if Christ had not bro ken out of the grave you and l would never come out of it! It would have been another case of Charlotte Corday attempting to slay tyrant, herself slain. It would have been another case of John Brown attempting to free the slaves, himself hung. It twould have been Death and Christ in grapple and Death the victor. The black flag would have float ed on all the graves and mausoleums of the dead. and hell would have conquered the forces of heaven and captured the ramparts of God, and satan would have come to coronation in the palaces of heaven, and it would have been devils on the throne and sons of God in the dungeon.
 DEATH IS A SIESTA.
 No! no! no! When that stone was rolled from the door of Christ's grave, it was hurled with such force that it crashed in all the grave doors of Chris tendon, and now the tomb is only bower where Gods children take sies- ta, an afternoon nap, to wake up in mighty invigoration. Christ is risen." Hang that lamp among all the tombs of my dead. Hang it over my own resting place. Christ's suffering is ended; his work is done. The darkest Friday aft ernoon of the worlds history becomes the brightest Sunday morning of it's res urrection joy. The Good Friday of bit ter memories becomes the Easter of glo- rious transformation and resurrection.
 Ye mourning saints dry every tear
 For your departed Lord.
 Behold the place. He is not here.
 The tomb is all unbarred. ....
 The gates cf death were closed in vain.
 The Lord is risen--he lives again.
 give you the third cause of PauPs ex- hilaration. We honor the right hand more than we do the left. If in accident or battle we must lose one hand, let it be the left. The left hand d-being nearer the heart, we may not do much of the violent work of life with that hand with out physical danger, but he who has the right arm in full play has the mightiest of all earthly weapons. In all ages and in all languages the right hand is the symbol of strength and power and hon. or. Hiram sat at the right hand of Solo mon. Then we have the term, ''He is a right hand man." Lafayette was Wash ington's right hand man. Marshal Ney was Napoleon's right hand man. And now you have the meaning of Paul when he speaks of Christ who is at the right hand of God.
 That means he is the first guest of heaven. He has a right to sit there. The hero of the universe! Count his