Connecticut western news., 1896-12-10

found their joy and delight in mathe- matics. There was more poetry to them in Euclid than in John Milton. They were as passionately fond of mathemat- ics as Plato, who wrote over his door, Let no one enter here who is not &C., quainted with geometry. What are they doing now? They are busy with figures yet No place in all the universe like heaven for figures. Numbers inf mite, distances infinite, calculations in- finite; if they want them, arithmetics and algebras and geometries and trig onometries for all eternity. What fields of space to be surveyedl What magni- tudes to measurel What diameters, what circumferences, what triangles, what quaternions, what epioyoloids, what parallelograms, what comic sectionsi The didaotic Dr. Dick said he really thought that the redeemed in heaven spent some of their time with the high CT branches of mathematics So of our transferred and transported metaphysi- clans. What are they doing now? Study ing the human mind, only under better circumstances than they used to study it They used to study the mind sheath ed in the dull human body. Now, the spirit unsheathed-now they are study ing the sword outside the scabbard. Have you any doubt about what Sir William Hamilton is doing in heaven, or what Jonathan Edwards is doing in heaven, or the multitudes on earth who had a passion for metaphysics sanctified by the grace of God? No difficulty in guessing. Metaphysics, glorious meta physics, everlasting metaphysics.
 What are our departed Christian friends who are explorers doing now? Exploring yet, but with lightning To- comotion, with vision microscopic and telescopio at the same time. A oonti- nent at glance, a world in a second, a planetary system in day. Christian John Franklin, no more in disabled Ere bus pushing toward the north pole; Christian de Long, no more trying to free blockaded Jeannette from the ice; Christian Livingstone, no more amid African malarias, trying to make reve- lation of a dark continent, but all of them in the twinkling of an eye taking in that which was once unapproachable. Mont Blanc scaled without alpenstock, the coral depths of the ocean explored without a diving bell, the mountains unbarred and opened without Sir Hum phrey Davy's safety lamp.
 The Library of the Universe.
 What are our departed friends who found their chief joy in study doing now3 Studying yet, but, instead of a few thousand volumes on few shelves, all the volumes of the universe open before them = geologic, ornithologio, conchologio, botanic, astronomic, phi losophio. No more need of Leyden jars or voltaic piles or electric batteries, stand ing as they do face to face with the facts of the universe.
 What are the historians doing now? Studying history yet, but not the his tcry of few centuries of our planet only, but the history of the eternities-whole millenniums before Xenophon or He- rodotus or Moses or Adam was born. History of one world, history of all worlds. What are our departed astrono- mers doing? Studying astronomy yet, but not through the dull lens of earth ly observatory, but with one stroke of wing going right out to Jupiter and Mars and Mercury and Saturn and Orion and the Pleiades, overtaking and passing the swiftest comet in their flight. Herschel died a Christian. Have you aey doubt about what Herschel is doing? Isaac Newton died Christian. Have you any doubt about what Isaac Newton is doing? Joseph Henry died Christian. Have you any doubt about what Joseph Henry is doing? They were in discussion, all these astronomers of earth, about what the aurora borealis was, and none of them could guess They know now; they have been out there to see for themselves.
 What are our departed Christian chemists doing? Following out their own science, following out and follow ing out forever. Since they died they have solved 10, 900 questions which pug zled the earthly laboratory. They stand on the other side of the thin wall of electricity-the thin wall that seems to divide the physical from the spiritual world; the thin wall of electricity, so thin the wall that ever and anon it seems to be almost broken through broken through from one side by tele- phonio and telegraphio apparatus, bro- ken through from the other side by strange influences which men in their ignorance call spiritualistio manifesto tions. All that matter cleared up. They laughing at us as older brothers will laugh at inexperienced brothers, as they see us with contracted brow experiment. ing and experimenting, only wishing they could show us the way to open all the mysteries. Agassiz, standing amid his student explorers down in Brazil, coming across some great novelty in the rocks, taking off his hat and saying: Gentlemen, let us pray. We must have divine illumination. We want wisdom from the Creator to study these rocks. He made them. Let us pray" Agassiz going right on with his studies forever and forever.
 The Men of the Law.
 But what are the men of the law who in this world found their chief joy in the legal profession, what are they doing now? Studying law in a universe where everything is controlled by law from the flight of humming bird to flight of world-law, not dry and hard and drudging, but righteous and mag nifcent law, before which man and cherub and seraph and arohangel and God himself bow. The chain of law long enough to wind around the inn mensities and infnity and eternity. Chain of law. What place to study law, where all the links of the chain are in the hand.
 What are our departed Christian friends who in this world had their joy in the healing art doing now? Busy at their old business. No sickness in heav- en, but plenty of sickness on earth, plenty of wounds in the different parts of Gods dominion to be healed and to h.,