The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1894-04-06

They will come IN improved condi-
tion. They will come up rested. The
most of them lay down at the last verz
tired. How often you have heard them
say: 81 am so tiredI' The fact is it is a
tired world. If l should go through
this audience, and 90 around the
world, / could not find a person
in any style of life ignorant of
the sensation of fatigue. l 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 ont of this world
went but fatigued. About the poorest
place to rest in is this world It's at
mosphere, it's surroundings, and even
it's 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 COM
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 it's drum
beat for the march of life thirty, or
forty, or sixty, or eighty years ago, and
it has had no rurlough 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 would
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 a time. What mercy,
then, it is that the grave is the place
where that wondrous machinery of
ventricle and artery can halt!
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
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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 all the defects left
behind, whata body will be the resurrec-
ton body! And will not hundreds of
thousands of such appearing above the
Gowanus Heights make Greenwood
more beautiful than any June morn
ing after a 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
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
futter of wings, and what flashing
of rekindled eyes, and what glad
some rushing across the family lot,
with cries of Father, is that you?"
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 together!
The older ones first, the younger
ones next! Quick now, get into line!
The skyward procession has already
startedl Steer now by that embank-
ment of cloud for the nearest gate~
And, as we ascend, on one side the
earth gets smaller until it is no larger
than mountain, and smaller until it
is no larger than palace, and smaller
until it is no larger than 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 a throne, and
nearer it looks like a star, and nearer
it looks like sun, and nearer
it looks like a universe. Hail,
scepters that shall always wave!
Hail, anthems that shall alwayf
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
most opposite:
When thou, my righteous Judge shalt come
To take Thy ransomed people home.
Shall I among them standi
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right handf
Among Thy saints let be found
Wbsne'er tn archangels trump shall sounds
To see Thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the throng I'll sing.
While heavens resounding arches ring
With shouts OF sovereign grace.
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Jesus Tenderness
Jesus gives help kindly. He might
have esaid: forgiveness is granted
even to the vilest; go and sin no more.
D,A H. Ala eav. ssNaifbar- do I CON