The Newtown bee., 1897-08-13

mands cause sufficient for it's existence
 in the world. That cause is no other
 than Christianity, and Christianity is NO OTHER THAN CHRIST.
 Christ cannot be myth, for there is
 too much about us that can only be ac-
 counted for by His having lived and sui
 fered and died. Even infdels admit that
 new force came into the world when
 the Star of the East guided the way to
 she Bethlehem stall. Amid all the sur
 prises of the future," said Renan,
 the French skeptic, "Jesus
 will never be surpassed" The dreadful
 thing about death is that it kills a man
 so dead for this world. Some men are
 living to-day who, when they were little
 boys, remember that Napoleon seemed
 the star of destiny whose light was nev.
 CT to be dimmed. Who thinks about Ma.
 poleon now? Go to his tomb in the Ho-
 tel des Invalides in Paris, and you almost 1 forget the sleeping dust as you gaze up
 on the embellishments of the magnificent
 sepulcher. But thank God, the ashes in one tomb have never grown cold; aye,
 there never were any ashes there. Jesus
 went into the tomb of Joseph Of Arima-
 thea; but He came forth, since He who
 had power to lay down His Iife.had also
 power to take it again.
 Jesus was never more alive than He is
 to-day. In the fourth century after the Christian era Julian the Apostate tried to destroy in his empire all vestige of the Christian religion. A lonely follower of Christ was asked what Jesus, the Naza- rene carpenter, was doing now; and the fellow had wit enough to reply, Build ing coffin, suppose" A few years passed, and coffin was made and in it Julian the Apostate lay, and Christianity continued it's mighty stride across the realm of the years. One hundred and fifty-seven years ago Voltaire, the atheist, said: "The AL | mighty will soon see fine sport in France, and in 20 years Christianity will be 8 thing of the past" A few years more, and another coffid was made, and in it l they laid Voltaire; and for many years the house in which those words were ut | tered has been the repository of 8 Bible | society. You can bury other men, you cannot bury Christ. h Him we have | eternal life. 1 was reading a sermon the | other day-if sermon you can call it. which was delivered by Robert G. Inger- | soil at the funeral of a friend, when he | thus fulfilled vow which he had made | his friend in their early years. In this sermon Iagersoll said Whether in mid sea or 'mong the breakers of the farther shore, 8 wreck must mark at last the end l of each and all; and every life, no mat ter if it's every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with a joy, at it's close becomes tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven of the warp and wool of mystery and death." o in fidelity, is that all you have to say? "A wreck tragedy mystery !" have you no further word? Why the darkness of the valley of shadows is as broad monday compared with the darkness of your hope. The cold and clammy hand of death becomes grasp that is warm and pulsing with life beside the chill through which you ask us to go. Break, break, that mystery for hear the words of Him who only has the right to say, 1T am the Resurrection and the Life"
 My friends, let us rejoice that in this