Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1905-04-27
Easter at the Churches.

Easter Sunday at the Emporium
churches was observed in a more elab-
crate manner than ever before.
Services commenced at the Episco-
palian and ST. Marks Catholic churches
at 7:3O a. m, at 1890 and evening. An
elaborate program of music was rend-
cred.
The Presbyterian and Methodist
Episcopal each and special services
and elaborate programs in church and
Sunday School.
The day was celebrated far in ad.
vance of any previous year All
churches were crowded, many attend
ing from surrounding towns.
Rev. L. B. Twichell said in his Sun
day night sermon at Baptist church:
"a few days since we sat teeming
with tears as sad and silent as ourselves
whose hearts were beaped with holy
hush because hands we had held in
high hopes were crossed upon the
boyish breast we had held to our
bosoms. We held back the sound of
the sobs that dashed like pillows so
dark and deep that we almost feared
their fullness would flood and float to
the depths of despair We sat mid the
perfume of plants, bruised while in
blossom, while the young morning
glory tinged in his teens. The fever
tlusher had leaped SO long and lived
within the boundries of his breast as to
consume the color from his broad
brow, halt the tone tides of most
truthful tongue and hush the beating
of an honest heart lie was the first
nephew | ever knew, was strong and
brave and clean and true
Over on the hillside we laid him with
in that walled and silent city of the
dead, with tender hands, moved by
broken heart. l tried to smooth down
the cruel clod they heaped about that
windowless chamber in the silent halls
of death. With sods tried to soften
down the sternEess about one vino will
ever be green in my immortal memory.
placed some pansies within a broken
circle at his feet and lodged some lilies
OF the valley in the dark loan above
his breast. We came and tear clouds
were emptied not emptied, they
are flowing still. Pardon me, they
flow unbidden, and somehow, as / look
through them tonight, that grave on
the hill is but the hammock for a short
| rest between this vale of tears and the
glory life eternal. We hope that our
Harrison has arisen and that he stands
beside the crystal river waiting for us
who are coming after. We are all go
ing to get into line and march should
er to shoulder and step by step, with
heart to heart and love for light 70 lead
us on to the city whose founder and
builder is God and whose son is the
Savior. The cemetery did look dark
but we are looking through it to the
light in the window of our homh on
high. One by one they are crossing
over and about the dearest old couple
that ever walked hand in hand, for
more than half centuary, are get
out so far, but we do not fear even if
we do tremble, for God will take
them up on high to wear their wreaths
resplendant and be made young for
ever AS | looked upon their heads,
now white, to me they are tinged with
an honor that has never been tarnish-
ed. To us their children who have
never reached-can never reach-the
stature of their nobility. we look upon
that legacy as more a thousand times
than acres of diamonds Their words
of wisdom to us will ever shine like
apples of gold in pictures of silver.
They are going, but one has gone be-
fore them to meet and greet them
where parting is no more.'