The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1899-1900, 1899-04-05


thizers and for the rejoicing who wait
banqueters. lowering over the mar
riage ceremony like wedding bell or
folded like n chalet on the pulseless
heart Of the dead. s0tChrist, let the per-
fume of Thy,name be waited all around
the earth-lily and rose, lily and rose.
until the wilderness crimson into n gar
den 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. ,td 4 ,,t sa1s.
But, my friends, flowers have no
grander use than when on Easter morn
ing we celebrate the termination OF
Christ from the cathcohbs. The flowers
spell resurrection. There is not nook
or corner in all the building but is
touched with the incense. The women
carried spices to the tomb of Chriat,
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 ii crushed
in the door of the worlds sepulcher, and
millions of dead shall come forth.
Howeverlabyrinthine the mausoleum,
however costly the sarcophagus, how
ever architecturally grand the necrop-
oils, however beautifully parterred the
family gounds, 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. Husband and wife, 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 luster of resurrection morn.
The arms that we folded in death must
joins ours in embrace of reunion. The
beloved voice that was hushed must be
rctuned. The beloved form must come
up without its infrmities, without its
fatigues. 1t must come up. Oh, how
long it seems to some of you! Waiting,
waiting for the resurrection. How
long, how long! Imake for your broken
hearts to-day cool, soft bandage of
lilies. | comfort you this day with the
thought of resurrection.
When Lord Nelson was buried in st.
Paul's cathedral in London, the heart
of all England was stirred. The pro-
cession passed on amid the sobbing of
nation. There were 30 trumpeters sta
toned at the door of the cathedral with
instruments of music in hand, waiting
for the signal, and, when the ilIustri-
Gus deadarrived at the gates of ST. Paurs
cathedral, these 30 trumpeters gave one
united blast, and then all was silent.
Yet the trumpets did not wake the
dead. He slept right on. But have to
tell you, what so 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 0, 10, II, 12, and time shall be no
longer!
Behold the archangel lowering! He
takes the trumpet, points it this way,
puts its lips to his lips and then blows
one long, loud, terrific, thunderous, re-
yerberatiug and resurrectionary blast!
Look, look. They rise! The dead-the
dead. some coming forth from the fam
lily vault, some from the city cemetery,
some from the country graveyard.
Here spirit is Joined TO its body, and
there another spirit is joined to another
body, and millions of departed spirits
are asserting the bodies, and then re-
clothing themselves in forms radiant
for ascension. -...
The earth begins to burn-the bon
fire of a great victory. All ready now
for the procession of reconstructed hu-
manity! Upward and away! Christ
leads, and all the Christian dead follow,
battalion after battalion, nation after
nation. Up, up! On, on! Forward, We
ranks of God Almighty! Lift up your
heads, ye everlasting gates and let the
conquerors come in! Resurrection!
Resurrection!
And so / twist all the festal flowers Of
the chapels and cathedrals of all Chris
tendon into one great chain, and with
that chain bind the Easter morning
of 1899 with the closing Easter of the
worlds Misrepresentation! May
the God of peace that brought again
from the dead our Lord Jesus, that
great Shepherd of the sheep, through
the blood of the covenant, make you
perfect in every good work to do His