The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1899-04-14

| ,nS IN Greenwood, the wave OF rospoto
n,oo,L ', rolling to the top OF the mounds
Witt, os, breaking into foamipg crests Of
S Mn,.e flowers all around the billows Of
nuS' It Is tho difference between sleepino
""u',V fngS ana sleeping under nm ON.
rro,dcr"d blanket. We want old MORTALITY
".n MS rh'sei to go through all the grave
| Yards in Chrstrn.lom and wLilt, he car.;n,
| u ch'sei Ia one hand we want old Mortnlitv "
| the other hand. f''"i VI
| =. or. you say, "the dead don't know:
! nl"kes no difference 10 them" think
yp" are mistaken. There are not 40 MANY
steamers and trains coming to nov liviny
r'S. hS hrra ar" convoys coming from,
n'afeh 10 earth, and ~ there bo insten
,nheons and constant communication be-
'"'eh 'his world and tho better world, do
| Soa not suppose Your denarte,l friends
| Know what you do with their hoIies9
| WY WY had God planted "gollenrol" and
mhu mowers IN the forest and Oh the praf
| T,"' where no human eve ever sees them.
re painted them there for Invisible lntelli-
| SsncrS o look mt aad admire, and when in
visible intelllgenccs come to look MT the
Ml"i mowers OF the woods nnd tho table,
,""us, VIII they not make excursion and
sfs me lowers which yon have planted In
"nSc.lohate remembrance OF then?
| when nm dend, would like to hayo n
| handful OF violets-apy ono could pinck
,mem men, out OF the grass. or some one could
nIt IRON the odCe OF the pond q water lily
| Ino'm.he ,In' rarely expensive, no insane dis
ire display takes tue bread from tho chill
aren's mouths nni tho clothes from their
parks, but something from the great de-
ihnrracy OF nowcrs. Rather than tmpcril
| entnt"tque OF Russian Cznr, ask some ono
whom may have helped by gospel sermon
or christian dead to bring sprig OF ar
butus or n handful Of China nstora.
II VS. LETT for modern times to spell re.
sr9ct Tor the departed and comfort for tho
l,v,hS In letters OF floral gospel. Pillow
or howers, meaning rest for the pilgrim
VINO las got to the end OF his journey. An
:hor OF flowers, suggesting the Christian
nope which we have as IN anchor OF tho
>ou', sure anu stcndfast. Cross OF flow-
"rS, suggesting he tree on which our sins
were s'ain. IL had my way, would COW
cr up MI the drenmless sleepers. whether
| IN golden handled casket or pino box
whether kings mausoleum or potter's
heiu. WITH Radiant or aromatic nrboros-
tsnc". .i The Bible says, I'm the midst OF
mo garden there was n sepuchre"
wish that every scpulchrc might be In the
| midst Of the garden.
III you nsk me tho question, What are
howers good for? answer, "For religious
svmbolism.' Have YOU ever stu,licd SrrIn.
iural fora? The Bible is an arbe return, It
Is n divine conservatory, it Is Il hcrbnrium
OF exquisite beauty. II you want to illus
irnte the br"vity OF the brightest human
me- YOU Viii quote from Job, "Man cometh
" 80 81 hoWcT auu Is cut down.. Or YOU
VIII quote from the ps;,lmist. LAS the flower
ol the Held, so he rcrisheth the wind pas
seth over II AMI 1t. il gone" Or YOU will
quote from Isaiah, "All flesh is grass, AMI
IA" Eo"dltness thereof is as tho flower OF
apostle %o TI erS" 81 tS :fSg sras sS
hc nnss"th away" What graphic Bible
syn bolisn
Flower, also afford mighty symbolism Of
Christ who compared ii Himself TO the auciont
ia nv ha
rose, when He said II am the rose OF
ShaI on and tho lily OF tho valley" Redo.
lent like the ono, humble like the other.
Like both appropriate for the sad who want
want banqueters. lowering over the mar
riagc ceremony likc wedding bell, or
folded like chaplct on the puiseless heart
OF tho dead. Oh, Christ, let tho perfume
OF Thy name be waftedlnil around tho earth
lilly aud rose, lily aud rose--until the
Wilderness crimson into II garden and tho
round earth turn into one great bud of im-
mortal beauty laid against tho warm heart
of God! Snatch down from tho 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 morning we cele-
brate the termination Of Christ from the
catacombs. The flowers spell resurrection.
rhcr, is not nook or corner in all tho
building but Ia touched with the incense.
Tho women carried spices to tho tomb of
Christ, and they dropped spices all around
about tho tomb, and from these spices
have grown ali the flowers OF Easter morn.
The two white rohcd angels that hurled tho
stone away from! tho door OF tho tomb
hurried il with such violence down tho hill
that it crashed in tho door Of tho worlds
sepulcher, and millions Of dead shall come
forth.
However lnbyrinthlno the mausoleum.
however costly tho sarcophngus, however
architccturally grand tho nccropolia, how
ever beautifully pnrtcrrel the family
grounds, wo want them all broken up by
the Lord OF the resurrection. The forms
that We laid away With our broken henrts
they must come out, Husbands and wives
they must como out. Brothers md sisters
they must come out. Our darling chill
dren-they must como out, Tho eyes that
with trembling fingers wo closed must
open In the lustro OF resurrection morn.
The arms that we folded in death must join
ours In embrace of reunion. Tho beloved
voice that was hushed must b0 returned.
The beloved form must come up without
its innrmities, without its fatigues--it must
como up. Oh, how long it seems for some
Of you! Waiting waiting for the resur-
rectior! How long! How long! l make
Tor your broken heafta to-day cool, soft
bnndngc OF lilies. / comfort you this day
with the thought OF resurrection.
When Lord Nelson was buried In st.
Pauis Cathedral in London, tho heart OF
nll England was stirred, Tho procession
passed on amid tho sobhing Of n nation.
There were thirty trumpotcrs stationed at
the door o: the cathedral with instruments
OF music In hnnd waiting for tho signal,
and when the ilustrlons dead arrived ut
tho gates OF st. Pauis Cathedral those
thirty trumpeters gave ono united blast,
and then all was silent. Yet the trumpets
did not wako the dead. lie slopt right on.
But have to tell You what thirty trumpet
crs could net do for ono man ono trum-
peter will do for all nations. The nges
have rolled on and tho clock OF the worlds
destiny strikes Q, 10. II. IL. and tino shall
bono longer! Bo.!old the urchanCcl hover
ing! He takes tho trumpet. points it this
way, puts It's lips to his lirs. and then
blows ono long, loud terrific. thunderous.