The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-04-14
Thousands Attended the
 Morning Services.
or St. Johns and Church of Holy Comforter Beautifully De-
 eorated-sermons Were of
 Appropriate Interest.

Thousands of persons attended Easter services in Montgomery churches Sunday and the exercises were of the deepest interest.
 Tn weather during the morning hours church hour the streets were thronscd
 with women and children in smart Easter frocks.
 The interiors of the Episcopal churches
 St. Johns on Madison Accrue and tho Church of the Holy Comforter on Gold
 tnwaite Street-were exquisitely deco. rated with cut Bowers and potted plants, and the Easter celebrations by the Sum-
 day schools of these churches were espe-
 Large conversations attended the early
 and late masses at St. Peters Roman Catholic Church on South Lawrence
 Street. At the late mass Rev. Father Hugh O'Brien preached an earnest and
 impressive sermon om the significance of
 the day. Special services were held in nearly ev.
 programs were beautiful and appropriate At St. John's Church.
 The Easter services at St. Johns Epis- cppal Church were conducted by the rector. Rev. Edward Eilerbe Cobbs. The church was elaborately decorated. The chancel was mass of nowers Against the reredos were magnificent white lilies and clusters of other white blossoms with delicate tracery of green. Clusters of Easter lilies adorned the | lectern. and pulpit, and in the rear of the pulpit was a mass of crimson roses. In the body of the church the same artistic arrangement prevailed. The memorial windows were banked with flowers and fernA and other memorials were adorned with Easter lilies and The sacrament of the Lords Supper was celebrated at T a. m. and at II q. m. The congregation was one that hIled
 the seating capacity of the church. The Processional Hymn l0s. Sullivan, Well come Happy Moaning" Easter Anthems Vogrich, Christ cur
 Passover is Sacrificed for us." I Psalms 2, 57 III, Gloria Patri. Vogrich. Te Deum. in c, Dudley Buck. l Judilate, in D. Sullivan. Holy Communion:
 Introit, T know that my Redeemer liveth.' Handel. from The Messiah. | Kyrie. Sullivan.
 Gloria Tibi, Hodge.
 I Hymn liz. Morgan. Jesus Christ is risen today, Allcluiai" l Gloria, vogrich.
 ofertory Anthem. Behold Ye Despis- ers." Parker.
 | Sursum and Sanctas, Hodge. | Agnus Del. Hodge. | Gloria in Excelcis, Old Chant. I Nunc Dimfttis, Old Chant.
 Recessional Hymn ass. Powell. "Alleiuia! | Sing to Jesu!'
 The music was superb and was bril- | iantIy rendered by the organist, MT. | Rienzf Thomas and the vested choir. The text Of Mir. cobbs sermon was l taken from:
 Phil. 3, part of verse 10: That I may
 know Him, and the power of His resur- | Very often as we look out upon the | world and watch It's swiftly shifting 1 changes and it's hurrying passing faces, | the question rises to our lips and the thought comes almost overpowering us. What Is the end and purpose of all this confusion of struggle. of defeat and of l victory, of hope and fear? What a poor | fragmentary thing is human life after all! I How fast 1t hastehs to its end! These lives of men and women and their rest 1 less convuisive struggles and failures; l these lives. some of them, chained to toll, others ordained to suffering. What mean | they?
 | Day after day, dragging themselves so | bravely, down to the old monotonous routine of some senseless drudgery, poor lives that seem SO dull and so meaning I toll so necessarily and the Ives too that l must suffer so constantly; night follow | ing night in pain. and year waking year | to sorrow. The worn. wasted. tired suf- | ferer, who must go on simply suffering | and struggling. bearing and waiting with | out one hope of health and joy, without | one ray of light and comfort, one short I moment of release from pain.
 | The hard. stern, careworn face. the bent form and plodding step of our toiling | brothers pass us by, and cast a sadness | into all our days. Ask him what think l ye of life. Or down the long. still wards of the worlds great hospital, bed after bed we pass. sufferer after sufferer we
 look upon, tossing and weary. confused
 and waiting. Ask him what think ye' of life?
 Oh. our heart cries out at the sight of | so much toll and darkness, so many tears. l such deep sorrows. What can be the pur- pose of all this confused struggle. what the end and use of all this suffering and | waiting and patience.
 The day is so confused with the noise | of battle and the night so certain, su