The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1899-04-08

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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. Botanists tell us that flower.
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 de
scendants, their birth, their burial
their cradle, their grave. The zephyr
rocks the one and the storm digs the
trench for the other. The cowslip must
leave its gold, the lily must leave its
silver, the rose must leave its diamond
necklace of morning dew Dust ia
dust. So we come up, SO we prosper, we
spread abroad, we die, as the flower
as the flower!
Change and decay in all around I see:
0 Thou who changest not. abide with me!
Flowers also afford mighty symbol
ism of Christ, who compared Himself to
the ancient queen, the lily, and the mod
ern queen, the rose, when He said: ~
am the rose of Sharon, and the lily OF
| the valley" Redolent like the one,
| humble like the other. Like both, APP
propriate for the sad who want sympa-
thizers and for the rejoicing who want
banqueters. lowering over the mar
riage ceremony like wedding bell or
folded like chalet on the pulseless
heart of the dead. o Christ, let the per-
fume of Thy name be waited all around
the carth-lily and rose. lily and rose
until the wilderness crimson into 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.
But, my friends, flowers have no
grander use than when on Easter morn
ing we celebrate the termination OF
Christ from the catacombs. The flowers
spell resurrection. There is not nook
or corner in all the building but il
touched with the incense. The women
carried spices to the tomb of Christ,
and they dropped spices all around
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 crushed
in the door of the worlds sepulcher, and
millions of dead shall come forth.
Observation-Disclosures the mausoleum,
IL ha nh Ia,
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
returned. The beloved, form must come
up without its infirmities, without its
fatigues. II must come up. Oh, how
long il seems to some of you! Waiting.
waiting for the resurrection. How
long. how long. i make 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 80 trumpeters sta
toned at the door of the cathedral, with
instruments of music in hand waiting
for the signal and, when the illustri-
Gus dead arrived at the gates of st. Paul's
cathedral, these 80 trumpeters gave one
united blast. and then all was silent.
Yet the trumpets did not wake the
dead. lie slept right on. But l have to
tell you. what 80 trumpeters could-pot
do for one man, one trumpeter will 20
for all nations. The ages have(rolled
on, and the clock of the worlds destiny
strikes 0, 10, II, 10, and time shall be no
longer!
Behold the archangel lowering! lie
takes the trumpet, points it this way,
puts its lips to his lips and then blows
one long, loud, terrific thunderous, re-
vcrberatiEg and resurrec;ionary 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 great victory. All ready now
for the procession of reconstructed hui
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