The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-14
DAY OF RESURRECTION.
A REsTFUL EASTER WHEN FLOW
ERs BREATHE RICH AROMA.

Inns nAA1A THE AAtNNtA.
Easter Morning Meditntions In the
Quiet Meeting House"-Thought,
That should Come 10 is All on the
Day when Mankind's RedeemeI
Trfumphed over Death and the
GrsveS-A WOman's Lonely Life
That Meant All work and Wenri.
ness.
New York. April 1s-Are you happy
enough to have place to which you can
go and find rest when the world and ali
its worries seem just a little more than
you can bear? I have. 1t is a quaint lit
tie place, and yet it is right in the mids;
OF fashionable neighborhood. 1t faces
park that has high iron rails about It,
and which can only be enjoyed by the
children Of the rich. and all around are
great big houses. homes Of millionaIres
But not all the hurry Of the world ever
touches that quiet meeting house. The
jangle Of the car bells is far from IL. and
always it seems as II the spirit Of content
rested there and longed to give its bless
ing TO whoever came seeking for that
which is good II means so much to have
perfect silence once in a while. To be all
alone and think out the problem Of living
without an interruption from any human
being.
To me on that Easter morning there
seemed no place like 1t. The churches
were beautifully dressed with lilies. the
great organs were pealing forth hymns tc
the glory Of God. yet here. where there
was neither flower nor song. the Holy
Ghost seemed to have descended and all
was silence. on the window sill tiny
robin sat looking curiously at the quiet
congregation. and every now and then he
gave a melodious song, as II
TO attract the attention of the
people near him. And 1t came tc
me as if l had heard the Spirit speaking
in the song of the bird, and before me
were those who, yesterday j had seen IL
the flesh. First Of all, beautiful woman
bright Of eye. quick Of wit and lovely tC
look upon. But alasl she stood out from
all other women as one for whom there
could be no redemption--a sinner Of tn,
deepest dye A sinner who had sinned be-
cause of love, and then. finding thai
she could not step back, had gone for
ward and forward, further and further
until her life represented sin and sir
alone, and she died I'm Il. Aad on hei
breast lay two white lilies, bought anc
brought there by a sister in sin. Tn,
preacher who stood beside her dead body
told of the horrors of the future, tolc
Of frightful punishments and pic.
tured death as a something to be dreaded
and not good angel giving rest to thos,
who are weary And the robin, readiue
my heart, sang out In sweet but low
tones. And when He appeared. It was
not to the saints first OF all. but to the
woman out of whom He had cast sever
devils, and whose scarlet robes wers
washed whittier than snow"
And then there came another picture
A man and a woman who had loved each
other, who had believed that life and its
joys were all to them when they were to-
gether who had. sclishly enough, founC
the pleasures OF this world sufficient ant
who never thought to share their hap
piness with others, who never knew how
to give of their plenty 10 the poor, wht
never thought of making easier the weigh
to those who carried great burdens. Blu
they lived along from day to day simply
enjoying and never dreaming even Of tn,
selhshness Of their life. And yesterday
the man lay cold and still in death. Anc
the woman knelt beside him and prayed
that it might come to her. And, as IL
it were dream, / saw her alone for many
years, yet she had learned through hei
grief. how rich might life be. If life meant
sharing every joy with another, dividing
the sorrow of another and taking the big.
ger half, and giving the helping hand tC
whoever might need It.
And the robin sang out Just this as Il
he knew her daily grief: And God shall
wipe away all tears from our eyes"
Then there came another picture
You, who are a mother. take 1t close Il
your heart, that child which you love sc
much, but remember when a gift comes
from God it brings a duty. Did thi,
mother do her duty? Did she remember
those other little children whose or,
goes up eternally, not only for bread
not only for care, but for mothers
love. Did she think of the millions OF
children all the world over, stretching oui
their little hands that some one might
come and take them, and lead them II
the path meant for them? Did she thinl
to clothe the poor, to feed the hungry
and to do her best always for these llttlc
ones who are, after all, no matter how
cruel mothers may be- Gods children.
No, all that she thought Of was her owr
child. She loved 1t, she 1oyed in II. anC
she counted, not that In all the wide
world, there was none so sweet and none
so entirely blessed And yesterday, a
long white scarf with two white lilies tiec
to it marked her doorway. And she knel
beside her dead baby, and, as in dream
she saw the little children who are starry
ing, who are suffering, who are dying, al
around us and leading this procession
was her own tiny blossom. calling the
poorest Of them brother"
And the robin sang clear and loud: "Anc
God shall wipe away all tears from theii
eyes; and there shall be no more DEATH
Then there was another picture
Toiling, striving day In and day out, thai
death might be kept away from the door
Living a lonely life that meant all work
and WEAKNESS. Unacquainted with q
friendly hand. never seeing a friendly
smile, only knowing that with the
rising Of the sun work began. and witt
it's setting that 1t stopped. When the
needle was quiet, the woman was toe
weary even to pray, but God heard the
wish and rest came. And there were nc
more bitter tears to wet the needle, and
make it drag slowly, no more bitter tears
to salt the poor food, only quietness and
the beautiful stiffness that comes with the
angel of DEATH And the worker lay there
still and cold, and, even in death, there
was no friendly hand to make the first
handful Of earth fall gently on the poor
coffin.
But the robin sang with boldness and
clearness, knowing that it was the truth