The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1900-04-20

Plant Flowers. !
Brooklyn has no grander glory than
its Greenwood, nor Boston than its
Mount Auburn. nor Philadelphia than
its Laurel Hill, nor Cincinnati than its
Spring Grove, nor San Francisco than
its Lone Mountain. But what shall we
say to those country graveyards, with
aslant and the mound caved in and
the grass a pasture ground for the
sections cattle? Indeed, were your
father and mother of so little worth
that you cannot afford to take care of
their ashes? Some day turn out all
hands and straighteB the slab and
bank up the mound and cut away the
weeds and plant the shrubs and dow-
ers.
Some day you will want to lie down
to your last slumber. You can not ex-
pect any respect for your bones if you
have no Difference for the bones Of
your ancestry. Do you think these rel
les are of no Importance? You will
see of how much Importance they are
in the day when the archangel takes
out his trumpet Turn all your ceme-
teries into gardens.
Again, standing in this garden of the
new sepulcher, | am impressed with
the dignity of private and, unpretend-
ing obsequies.
Joseph was mourner, sexton, livery
man-had entire charge of everything.
Only four people at the burial of the
King of the Universe! Oh, let this be
consolatory to those who through lack
of means or through lack of large ac-
quaintance have but little demonstra-
ton of grief at the graves of their
loved ones. Long line of glittering
equipage, two rows of silver handles,
casket of richest wood, pallbearers
gloved and scarfed, are not necessary.
If there be six at the grave, Christ
looks down from heaven and remem-
bers that is two more than were at his
obsequies.
Not recognizing this idea, how many
owhood and orphanage 60 forth into
cold charity! The departed left small
property, which would have been
enough to keep the family together I'M.
til they could take care OF themselves,
but the funeral expenses absorbed ev-
erything. That went for Grape which
ought to have gone for bread. A man
of moderate means can hardly afford
to die in any of our great cities. BY
all means, do honor to departed, but do
not consider funeral pageant as neces-
sary. No one was ever more loving
ly and tenderly put away to sepulcher
than Christ our Lord. but there were
only four people in the procession.
Wake Up to Giadness.
Again, standing in this garden with
a new sepulcher, am impressed with
the fact that you cannot keep the dead
down.
Seal of sanhedrin, company of col
diers from the tower of Antonio, floor
of rock, roof of rock. walls Of rock,
door of rock, cannot keep Christ in the
crypts. Come out and come up he
must. Come out and come up he did.
Prefguration. First fruits of them
that slept Just as certainly as we
come down into the dust, just so GER
tainly we will come up again. Though
all the granite of the mountains were
piled on us we will rise. Though
buried amid the corals of the deepest
caverns of the Atlantic ocean, we will
come to the surface.
With these eyes we may not look
into the face of the MONDAY sun, but
we shall have stronger vision because
the tamest thing in the land to which
we go will be brighter than the sun.
We shall have bodies with the speed
of the lightning. Our bodies improv
ed, energized, switched clarified
mortality, immortality. The door of
the grave taken off its hinges and
flung fat into the dust.
Oh, my brethren, death and the
grave are not so much as they used
TO De, LOT WHlle WdHutTlnS III lHlS
garden with the new sepulcher | find
that the vines and flowers of the gar
den have completely covered up the
tomb Instead of one garden there
are four gardens, opening into each
other-garden of Eden, garden of the
worlds sepulcher garden of the earth's
regeneration, garden of heaven. Four
gardens. Bloom, o earth! Bloom, o
heaven Oh my friends, wake up to
gladness on this Easter morning! This
day, if interpret it right, means joy
it means peace with heaven, and it
means peace with all the world
Oh. bring more flowers! Wreathe
them around the brazen throat of the
cannon; plant them in the desert that
it may blossom like the rose; braid
them into the name of the returned
war charger. No more red dahlias OF
human blood. Give us white lilies OF
peace. All around the earth strew
Easter flowers. And soon the rough
voyage of the church militant will be
ended. and she will sail up the heav-