The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-04-18
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mend it. Forever and forever 1T is
broken tomb. Death, taking side with
the military in that fight, received ter
rible cut from the angels spear of flame,
so that he himself shall go down after
awhile under it. The king Of terrors re-
firing before the king Of grace! Ihe
Lord is risen! Let earth and heaven keep
Easter to-day! Hosanna!
Some things strike my observation
while standing in this garden with new
sepulcher. And, first, post mortem hon
Ors in contrast with ante-mortem lgno-
mines. Ii they could have afforded Christ
such lovely sepulcher, why could not
they have given him an earthly resi-
dence! Will they give this piece of mar
BILE to dead Christ instead of a soft pill
low for the living Jesus? If they had
expended half the value of that tomb to
make Christ comfortable, it would not
have been so sad a story. He asked
bread; they gave him a stone.
Christ, like most of the worlds bene-
factors. was appreciated better after he
was dead. Westminster abbey and mon.
umental Greenwood are the worlds at
tempt to atone by honors to the dead for
wrongs to the living. Poets corner in
Westminster abbey attempts to pay for
the sufferings of Grub street.
Gothrough that Poets corner in West
minister abbey. There is Handel, the
great musician, from whose music you
hear to-day; but while l look at his statue
l cannot help but think of the discords
with which his fellow musicians tried to
destroy him. There is the tomb of John
Dryden, beautiful monument; but
cannot help but think at 20 years of age
he wrote of his being oppressed In for
tune and of the contract that he had just
made for thousand verses at siXpence a
line. And there, too, you find the monu-
ment of Samuel Butler, the author of
'Hudibras;" but while | look at his mon
ument in Poets corner | cannot but ask
myself where he died. In garnet. There
| see the costly tablet in the Poets cor
ner-the costly tablet to one of whom
the celebrated Waller wrote: 1.-The old
blind schoolmaster, John Milton, has just
issued tedious poem on the fall of man.
If the length Of it be no virtue, it has
none" There is a beautiful monument
to Sheridan. Poor Sheridan! If he could
have only discounted that monument for
mutton chop!
Making the Living Happy.
Oh, you unfilial children, do not give
your parents so much tombstone, but a
few more blankets-less funeral and
more bedroom! If per cent of the mon
ey we now spend on Burns banquets
could have been expended in making
the living Scotch poet comfortable, he
would not have been harried with the
drudgery of an exciseman. Horace Gree
ley, outrageously abused while living,
when dead is followed toward Greenwood
by the President of the United States and
the leading men of the army and navy.
Massachusetts tries to atone at the grave
of Charles Sumner for the ignominiOus
resolutions with which her Legislature de-
nounced hefiving Senator. Do you think
that the tomb at Springfield can pay for
Booths bullet?
Oh, do justice to the living. All the
justice you do them you must do this side
the gates of the Metropolis. They cannot
wake up to count the number of carriages
at the obsequies or to notice the polish of
the Aberdeen granite or to read epitaphal
commemoration. Gentleman'S mausO-
leum in the suburbs of Jerusalem cannot
|, pay for Bethlehem manger and Calva-
rean cross and Pilates ruffian judiciary.
Post norton honors cannot atone for
ante norton ignominies.
Again, standing in this garden of the
sepulcher, | am impressed with the fact
that floral and arbOrescent decorations
are appropriate for the place of the dead.
We are glad that among flowers and
sculptural adornments Christ spent the
short time of his inhumation.
I cannot understand what / sometimes
see in the newspapers where the obse-
quies are announced and the friends say
in connection with it, "Send no flowers"
Rather, if the means allow-I say if the
means allow-strew the casket with flow
ers, the hearse with flowers, the grave
with flowers Put them on the brow-it
will suggest coronation; in their hand-it
will mean victory.
Christ was buried in a garden. Flow
ers mean resurrection. Death is sad
enough anyhow. Let conservatory And
arboretum contribute to- it's alienation.
| The harebell will ring the victory the
passion flower will express the sympathy
| the daffodil will kindle its lamp and IL
lumine the darkness. The cluster of as
! ters will be the constellation. Your little
| child loved flowers when she was living
Put them in her hand now that she can
go forth no more and pluck them for her.
self. On sunshiny days take fresh gar
| land and put it over the still heart.
Plant Flowers.
Brooklyn has no grander glory than it's
| Greenwood, nor Boston than its Mount
Auburn nor Philadelphia than it's Laurel
Hill, nor Cincinnati than it's Spring
EGrove, nor San Francisco than it's Lone
Mountain. But what shall we say to
those country graveyards, with the vines
broken down and the slab aslant and the
mound caved in and the grass 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 straighten the slab and bank
up the mound and cut away the weeds
and plant the shrubs and flowers.
Some day you will want to lie down to
your last sumber. You cannot expect
any respect for your bones if you have no
Difference for the bones of your ancestry.
DO you think these relics are of no i'm
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