Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1899-04-03

What graphic Bible symbolism
All the cut flowers will soon be dead.
whatever care you take of them.
| Though morning and night you baptize
them in the name of the shower, the
baptism will not be to them a saving
ordinance They have been fatally
wounded with the knife that cut them.
They are bleeding their life away !; they
are dying now. The fragrance in the
air is their departing and ascending
spirits. Oh, yes Flowers are almost
human Botanfsts tell us that flowers
breathe, they take nourishment, they
eat they drink. They are sensitive.
They have their likes and dislikes.
They sleep, they wake. They live in
families. They have their ancestors and
their descendants, their birth, their
burial, their cradle, their grave. The
zephyr rocks the one, and the storm
digs the trench for the other The cow
slip must leave it's gold, the lily must
leave its silver, the rose must leave its
diamond necklace of morning dew.
Dust to dust So we come up, we pros
per, we spread abroad, we die, as the
foWer-as the hoWeri
\ Change and decay in all around I see;
o thou who changest not, abide with me!
Symbolism of Christ.
Flowers also afford mighty symbol
ism of Christ who compared himself to
the ancient queen, the lily, and the
modern queen, the rose, when he said:
81 am the rose Of Sharon and the lily
of the Valley Redolent like the one,
humble like the other. Like both ap-
of ho h0 MI
thizers and for the rejoicing who want
banqueters. lowering over the mar
riage ceremony like wedding bell, or
folded like a chaplet on the pulseless
heart of the dead. Oh, Christ, let the
perfume of thy name be waited all
around the earth-lily and rose, lily
and rose-until the wilderness crimson
into a garden and the round earth
turn into one great bud of immortal
beauty laid against the warm heart of
God Snatch down from the worlds
banners eagle and lion and put on lily
and rose, lily and rose
But, my friends, flowers have no
grander use that when on Easter morn
ing we celebrate the termination of
Christ from the catacombs The flow
ers spell resurrection. There is not
nook or corner in all the building but
is touched with the incense. The wom-
en- carried spices to the tomb of Christ,
and they dropped spices all around
about the tomb, and from these spices
have grown all the flowers of Easter
morn. The two white robed angels that
hurled the stone away from the door of
the tomb hurled it with such violence
down the hill that it crashed in the
door of the world sepulcher, and mil
lions of dead shall come forth
However labyrinthine the mauso-
leum, however costly the sarcophagus,
however architecturally grand the ne
cropolis, however beautifully parterred
the family grounds, we want them all
broken up by the Lord of the resurrec-
ton. The forms that we laid away
with our broken hearts must rise again.
Father and mother-they must come
out Husbands and wives-they must
come out. Brothers and sisters-they
must come out. Our darling children
they must come out. The eyes that with
trembling fingers we closed must open
in the ulster of resurrection morn. The
arms that we folded in death must join
ours III embrace Oh reunion. Inc
loved voice that was hushed must be re-
tuned. The beloved form must come up
without its infirmities without it's ia
must come up. Oh, how long
it seems for some of you'll Waiting
waiting for the resurrection How longl |
How long, [ make for your broken |
hearts today a cool, soft bandage Of |
lilies. [ comfort you this day with the |
of resurrection.
Resurrection.
When LORE Nelson was buried in st.
Paul cathedral in London, the heart |
of all England was stirred. The process
sion passed on amid the sobbing of
nation. There were 80 trumpeters sta
toned at the door of the cathedral
with instruments of music in hand
waiting for the signal, and when the
illustrious dead arrived at the gates Of
St. Paul's cathedral these 80 trumpet
ars gave one ga ted blast, and then all
was silent. Yet the trumpets did not
wake the dead. He slept right on. But
[ have to tell you, what 80 trumpeters
could not do for one man one trumpeter
will do for all nations. The ages have
rolled on and the clock of the worlds
destiny strikes 8, 10, II, 10, and time
shall be no longerl Behold the arch
angel hoveringi He takes the trumpet,
points it this way, puts it's lips to his
Ups, and then blows one long, loud,
terrific, thunderous, reverberating and
blast Look, lookl They
:isel The dead, the deadl Some COM
ng forth from the family vault, some
from the city cemetery, some from the
country graveyard Here a spirit is
Joined to it's body, and there another
spirit is joined to another body, and
Millions Of departed spirits are assort-
tho hndioc