Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1895-04-18
SUNDAY.
He has risen as He said.
A no111iot

This is the salutation of joy
that greeted the good women Of
long ago who went early to the
tomb of the Saviour on the first
Sabbath morning after the Cru
cifxion. It is the same canticle
of JOY that has resounded
throughout the Christian world
ever since on the annual recur-
renee Of this glad and glorious
feast of Easter, which has been
called-and is-the Queen OF
Feasts," because it commend
rates the greatest event in the
history Of mankind-the Resur-
rection from the dead of the cru
CITED Saviour-by His triumph
over death 'sdeclared to be the
Son of God" By that grand &C
complishment all that Christ
claimed for Himself, was estab-
lished and confirmed forever.
The gates we're lifted up, the
everlasting doors were opened,
the King Of Glory entered in
and all prophecy was fulfilled in
the bringing in Of Everlasting
Righteousness, The amounting
of the Most Holy. The RENT
veil Of the Temple opened the
sanctuary to the world; and that
revelation proclaimed the open
ing Of Heaven to mankind:
Life and Immortality brought
to Light by the Gospel"
This is the significance of
Easter, and therefore it is that
for forty days, not including
Sundays, the forty days of fast
ing and prayer with which
Christ fortified himself for his
passion, crucifxion and the grand
finishing Of the great plan OF
mans redemption, is commend
rated.
There is at this beautiful and
glorious season of the year, a
strong harmony in all creation
with this day of rejoicing to the
world-a Benedicte Omnia opera.
The time has passed when
Easter comes as belonging to
any one denomination Of Chris
tians, hardly even to Christen-
dom. The thought Of the life
beyond the grave, ''the pleasing
hope, the fond desire, the long
ing after Immortality" is the
deepest and most earnest GRAY
ing of the soul. 1t is the instinct,
the seal, the divine mysterious
Jewel of the soul-man's creden-
tial as Lord Of Creation We
cannot believe that we r dusI
only, returning to dust, a brie-
candle ceasing forever with the
breaking of it's candlestick. W.
cannot, we will not believe tina
the loved and beautiful, the deal
and honored treasures of oul
soul, that have been the light o.
our lives, part from US forever
Their lights do not go out. Ga
own consciousness, our profound
est convictions, the depths O.
our being protest against theil
extinguishment. When theil
stay here is over we conSecratt
the earth itself by committing tx
it's bosom all the remains o
them, but with all confidence
''looking to the general resur
rection at the last day, and tn
Life of the world to come"
At this season of the year, tn
swelling, bursting earth, tn
starting buds, the new, fresl
leaves, the blossoms, the fitting
clouds, all the world in a holida..
attire, resonant with the song
of the birds, seems to join tn
grand triumphal hymn: "Arise
Shine, for Thy Light is Come.
Or, softly, sweetly, beautifully
Mother Nature, with renewe
youth, seems smilingly to sing
gentle, loving song Of awaken
ing over infant immortals sleeI
ing in their beds. The old eartf
baptised in the rains and flood
of winter, seems rising to a ne
life of righteousness and joy.
Resurrection is in the groun
and air and skies. Everythin
bespeaks joy and tells of hoI
and promise. The old thing
have passed away with the drear
discomfort of long cold months
and all things have become nev
The Heavens themselves hay
taken on a deeper blue, and tt
beautiful clouds a special fresl
ness, and the earth breathes OIL
pure'and delicious fragrance fe
the time. All souls feel the bou,
onou opd uoporal imnuISQ TT