The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1900-05-08

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stretched arms
the platform. Sarah kneeled down by
him. She put her head against his
breast. Then she raised her face and
said calmly, HE is dead"
The Brother Man was kneeling ON
the other side. NO" he said, with an
indescribable gesture and untranslata-
BILE infection, ''he is not dead. He is
living in the eternal mansions of glory
with his Lord"
But the news was borne from lip to
lip. HE is deadv' And that Is the
way men speak Of the body. And they
were right. The body Of Philip was
dead. And the Brother Man was right
also, for Philip himself was alive In
glory, and as they bore the tabernacle
of his flesh out of Calvary church that
day that was all they bore. His soul
was out of the reach Of humanity's
selfishness and humanity's SORROW
They said that when the funeral of
Philip Strong's body was held in MIL
ton rugged, unfeeling men were seen
to cry like children In the streets. A
great procession, largely made up Of
the poor and sinful, followed him to
his wintry grave. They fingered long
about the spot Finally every one
withdrew except Sarah, who refused
to be led away by her friends, and Will
liam and the Brother Man. They
stood looking down into the grave.
HE was very young to die SO soon,"
at last Sarah said, with a calmness
Int Il 10 kIn4v1 -
grief.
$50 was Christ" replied Brother
Man simply.
'But, oh, Philip, Philip, my beloved,
they killed himy' she cried. And at
last, for she had not wept yet, great
tears rolled down into the grave, and
uncomfortable anguish seized her.
Brother Man did not attempt to con-
sole or interrupt. He knew she was
in the arms Of God. After long time
he said: "Yes. they crucified him. But
he is with his Lord now. Let us be
glad for him. Let us leave him with
the Eternal Peace"
When the snow had melted from the
hillside and the first arbutus was be-
ginning to bud and even blossom, one
day some men came out to the crave
and put up plain stone at the bead.
After the men had done this work they
went away. One of them fingered. He
was the wealthy mill owner. He stood
with his hat In his hand and his head
bent down, his eyes resting on the
words carved into the stone. They were
these:
PHILIP STRONG.
Pastor Of Calvary Church.
In the cross of Christ I glory -
Towering o'er the wrecks Of time; 81
All the light Of sacred story
Gathers round
Mr.. Winter looked at the incomplete
line, and then, as he turned away and
walked slowly back down into Milton,
he said: Yes, it is better so. We must
finish the rest for him."
All, Philip Strong! The sacrifice was
not in vain! The resurrection is not far
from the crucifXion.
Near to its close rolls up the century,
And still the church Of Christ upon the earth
Which marks the Christmas of his lowly birth
Contains the selfish scribe and Pharisee.
o Christ of God exchanging gain for loss
Would men still nail thee to the selfsame crssss
It Is the Christendom Of time and still
Wealth and the love Of It hold potent sway;
The heart of man is stubborn to obey.
The church has yet to do the Masters will.
o Christ of God, we bow souls to thee;
Hasten the dawning Of thy church to be wayi
THE END.