The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1900-04-19

Again, standing In this garden Of the
new sepulcher, 4 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-
qualntance have but little demonstra-
ton OF grief at the graves Of their
loved ones. Long line Of glittering
equipage, two rows of silver handles.
2casket of richest wood, pallbearers
gloyed and scarfed, are not necessary.
II 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
small properties are scattered and Wild
owhood and orphanage go forth into
cold charity! The departed left small
property, which would have been
enough to keep the family together UNI
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 sepulchar
than Christ our Lord. but there were
only four people in the procession.
Wake Up to Gladness.
Again, standing in this garden with
new sepulcher, l 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.
Prefiguration. First fruits Of them
that slept. Just as certainly as we
come down into the dust, just SO cer-
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 it's hinges and
flung fat into the dust
Oh, my brethren, death and the
grave are not so much as they used
to be: for while wandering in this
garden with the new sepulcher I find
that the vines and flowers of the gar
WI nAVO OOtOlCu Ills
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
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 l interpret 1t right, means joy
lit means ieace with. heaven, and it
means peace with all the worlo.
3 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-
emily harbor. SCARED with many a
conflict, but the flag of triumph float
ing from her topgallants. All heaven
will come out to greet her into port,
and with a long reyerberating shout
of welcome will say: There she comes
up the bay, the glorious old ship Zion.
After tempestuous voyage she drops
anchor within the veil"
R,yal Elopements In snain.
Spain tops the list of royal elope-
ments and records some romantic
cases. Don Carlos pretty daughter.
Infanta Elvira, ran off with a hump
backed artist, with only palette and
brushes for fortune. Princess Jo-
sephine, grandaunt of the present king
Of Spain, took up with a seedy poet,
Gucl Pende. Pende wrote for a Ha-
vana newspaper, when he fell in love
with the daughter Of a wealthy plant
err. On stating his pretensions to the
father he was abruptly shown the
door. This SO incensed the naughty