Connecticut western news., 1902-04-03

this waking up of Insects from winter lifelessness and this waking up of grains buried 5000 years ago make 1t easier for you to believe that your body and mine after the vacation of the grave shall rouse and rally, though there be 5000 years between our last breath and the sounding of the arch. angelic reyeille? Psychologists tell us that while the most of our bodies are built with such wonderful economy that we can spare nothing, and the loss of finger Is indictment, and the in- jury of toe joint makes us lame, still that we have two or three useless phys ical apparatuses, and no anatomist or physiologist has ever been able to tell what they are good for. They may be the foundation of the resurrection body, worth nothing to us in this state to be 1ndispensably valuable in the next state. The Jewish rabbis and the sci entists of our day have found out that there are two or three superfiuities of body that are something gloriously sug gestive of another state.
 I called at my friends house one summer day. I found the yard all pill ed up with the rubbish of carpenters and mason's work. The door was of. The plumbers had torn up the floor. The roof was being lifted in cupola. All the pictures were gone, and the paper hangers were doing their work. All the modern improvements were be- ing introduced into that dwelling. There was not a room in the house fit to live in at that time, although a month before when I visited that house everything was so beautiful I could not have suggested an improvement. My friend had gone with his family to the Holy Land, expecting to come back at the end of six months, when the building was to be done. And, oh, what was his joy when at the end of six months he returned and found the old house had been enlarged and i'm proved and glorif1ed. That is your body. It looks well now-all the rooms filled with health, and we could hard ly make a suggestion. But after awhile your soul will go to the Holy Land, and while you are gone the old house of your tabernacle will be entirely re- constructed from cellar to attic, and every nerve, muscle and bone and tis- sue and artery must be hauled over, and the old structure will be furnished and adorned and raised and cupolaed and enlarged, and all the improve ments of heaven introduced, and you will move into 1t on resurrection day. "For we know that If our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved we have a building of God, house not made with hands, eternal in the heay- ens." Oh, what day when body and soul meet again! They are very fond of each other. Did your body ever have pain and your soul not pity 1t, or your body have a joy and your soul not re- echo it, or, changing the question, did your soul ever have any trouble and your body not sympathize with it. growing wan and weak under the de- pressing influence? Or did your soul ever have a gladness but your body celebrated 1t with kindled eye and cheek and elastic step2 Surely God never intended two such good friends to be very long separated.
 The Final Victory.
 And so when the worlds last Easter morning shall come the soul will de scend, crying, Where is my bodyT And the body will ascend, saying, Where is my soulT And the Lord of the resurrection will bring them to- gether, and it will be a perfect soul in a perfect body. introduced by a perfect Christ into a perfect heaven. Victoryi Do you wonder that on Easter day we swathe our churches with garlands? Do you wonder we celebrate 1t with the most consecrated voice of song that we can invite, with the deftest fingers on organ and cornet and with doxologies that beat these arches with the pillows ofNsound as the sea smites the basalt at Giants Causeway7 Only the bad disapprove of the resurrec- ton. A cruel heathen warrior heard MT. Moffatt, the missionary, preach about the resurrection, and he said to the missionary, "Win my father rise in the last dayY' Yes" said the mis- sionary. twill all the dead in battle rise" said the cruel chieftain. "Yes," said the missionary. Then said the warrior: Let me hear no more about the resurrection. There can be no res urrection; there shall be no resurrec- tfon. I have slain thousands in battle. Will they risep An, there will be more to rise on that day than those whose crimes have never been repent ed of will want to seel But for all others who allowed Christ to be their pardon and their life and their resur- rection 1t will be day of victory.
 The thunders of the last day will be the salvo that greets you into harbor. The lfghtnings will be only the torches of triumphal procession marching down to escort you home. The burning worlds flashing through immensity will be the rockets celebrating your coronation on ! thrones where you will reign forever and forever and forever. Where is l death? What havo we to do with 1 death? AS your reunited body and soul swing off from this planet on that last day you will see deep gashes all up and down the hills, deep gashes all through the valleys, and they will be the emptied graves, they will be the abandoned sepulchers, with rough ground tossed on each side of them | and slabs will lie uneven on the rent hillocks, and there will be fallen monu- ments and cenotaphs, and then for the first time you will appreciate the full exhilaration of the text Death Is swallowed up in victory"
 Hall the Lord of earth and heavenl Praise to thee by both be given.
 Thee we greet triumphant now;
 Hail the resurrection thou!
 ICopyright, 1902, by Louis EIopsch.1 The Story of Runaway Bob.
 Some years ago a young lady in a manufacturing town gathered a class of poor, rough boys into the Sunday