The Bossier banner., 1894-05-10
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NUMBER II.


that staggers me for moment All
doubts clear from my mind. l say that
the cemeteries, however beautiful now,
will be more beautiful when the bodies
of our loved ones come up in the morn
ing of the resurrection.
They will come in improved condi-
tion. They will come up rested. The
most of them lay down at the last very
tired. How often you have heard them
say: 81 am so tiredI" The fact is it is a
tired world. If I should go through
this audience, and go around the
world, could not find person
in any style of life ignorant of
the sensation of fatigue. / do not be-
lieve there are fifty persons in this
audience who are not tired. Your head
is tired, or your back is tired, or your
foot is tired, or your brain is tired,
or your nerves are tired. Long Jour-
neying, or business application, or be-
reavement, or sickness has put on you
heavy weights. So the vast majority
| of those who went out Of this world
went but fatigued. About the poorest
place to rest in is this world. Its at
its hilarities are exhausting. So God
stops our earthly life, and mercifully
closes the eyes, and more especially
gives quiescence to the lung and heart
that have not had ten minutes rest
from the first respiration and the first
beat.
If drummer boy were compelled in
the army to beat his drum for twenty
| four hours without stopping his officer
would be court-martialed for cruelty.
If the drummer boy should be conn
peeled to beat his drum for week with
out ceasing, day and night. he would die
in attempting it. But under your vest
ment is a poor heart that began its drum
beat for the march of life thirty, or
forty, or sixty. or eighty years ago, and
it has had no furlough by day or by
night, and whether in conscious or COM
atose state it went right on, for if it had
stopped seven seconds your life woul6
have closed. And your heart will keep
going until some time after your spirit
has flown, for the auscultator says
that after the last expiration of lung
and the last throb of pulse, and after
the spirit is released. the heart keeps
on beating for time. What mercy,
| then, it is that the grave is the place
where that wondrous machinery of
ventricle and artery can haiti
Under the heathful chemistry of the
soil all the wear and tear of nerve and
muscle and bone will be subtracted
and that bath of good fresh. clean soil
will wash off the last ache, and then
some of the same style of dust
out of which the body of Adam
was constructed may be infused
into the resurrection body. How
can the bodies of the human
race, which have had no replenishment
from the dust since the time of Adam
in Paradise, get any recuperation from
the storehouse from which he was
constructed without our going back
into the dust? That original, life-giving
material having been added to the body
as it once was, and ell the defects left
behind, what body will be the eresurrec-
tion bodyl And will not hundreds of
thousands of such appearing above the
Gowanus Heights make Greenwood
more beautiful than any June morn
ing after shower? The dust of the
earth being the original material
for the fashloning of the first human
being, we have to go back to the same
place to get perfect body.
There will be no door knob on the
inside of our family sepulcher, for we
can not come out, of ourselves; but
there is door knob on the outside,
and that Jesus shall lay hold of,
and, opening, will say: Good
morning! You have slept long
enough! Arise! Arise!'' And then what
fiutter Of wings, and what flashing
of rekindled eyes, and what glad
some rushing across the family lot,
with cries of Father, is that your"
Mother, is that you?" my darling,
is that you?' How you all have
changed! The cough gone, the Group
gone, the consumption gone, the pa
ralysis gone, the WEAKNESS gone.
Come, let us ascend togetherl
The older ones first, the younger
ones nextl Quick now, get into tlinel
The slxyward procession has already
startedl Steer now by that embank.
ment of cloud for the nearest gatew
And, as we ascend, on one side the
earth gets smaller until it is no larger
than mountain, and smaller until IL
is no larger than palace, and smaller
until it is no larger than a ship, and
smaller until it is no larger than
wheel, and smaller until it is no larger
than a speck.
Farewell, dissolving earth! But on
the other side, as we rise, Heaven at
first appears no larger than your hand.
And nearer it looks like a chariot, and
nearer it looks like throne, and
nearer it looks like a star, and nearer
it looks like a sun, and nearer
it looks like universe. Hail,
scepters that shall always wavei
Hail, anthems that shall always
roll! Hail, companionships never
again to part! That is what resur-
rection day will do for all the ceme-
teries and graveyards from the Mach
pelah that was opened by Father
Abraham in Hebron to the Machpelah
Yesterday consecrated. And that makes
Lady Huntington's immortal rhythm