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VOL. X
Q'JI'TUS.
Man and his strife ! and beneath him the
Earth in her green repose.
And out o f tljo Earth ho ooraetb, and into
the Earth ho goes.
O sweet at last is the Silence, O sweet at
the warfare’s close'
For out of tho Silence he cometh, and into
the Silence goes.
And the great sea round him glistens, and
above him the great Night glows.
And out of the Night he cometh, and into
tho Night he goes.
—William Watson.
THE BLDE_ DREES.
By Susan llunEAnn Makiin.
Site was waiting in Madam Jack
son’s dressmaking parlors, where the
large easy chair nearly enveloped her
small, shrinking figure.
She was not old, not more than thir
ty-five, but already the bloom and
beauty of her youth had gone. There
were streaks of gray in her brown
hair; fine lines revealed themselves
under the sad eyes. The cheeks were
pal and a trifle sunkeli, and tne hands,
folded over a parcel in her lap, were
rough and calloused. Whoever she
was, life had gone hard with her.
Madam Jackson came in. "You
wished to see me?” she asked.
Madam Jackson was a large, impos
ing-looking woman, clad in a rich black
dress. 1
The little woman rose timidly.
“Yes’m,” she answered. “I —I want
you to make me a dreys if you will.
I've made ail my own clothes ever
since John and I were married. They
haven’t been very many, either,” she
added. “But this is something differ
ent. We live on a farm, and we raise
'fruit and vegetables for market. Ev
ery year John has said to me, ‘Well,
Lottie, I guess this fall we can afford
that blue dress.’ ”
She unrolled her package carefully
and smoothed out the cloth it con
tained with a tender hand.
"I was to have had this blue dress
the, second year we- were married,”
she explained. "I was young then —
but somehow something always hap
pened. Often we’d have a dry year,
then again we’d have to buy an extra
plow, or maybe a cow would die, or
something else would come up, so I
never was able to get the dress until
now, and we’ve been married sixteen
years. The last thing John said to me
when he gave me the money was,
‘Now, Lottie, don't buy anything but
a blue dress, and just forget how long
you’ve waited for ft.’
“I’m afraid, though,” she added, with
a wistful little sigh, “it's too late to
look well on me. You see getting up
at half past two in tne morning to be
ready for market will make any one
old, and I’ve worked hard. Sometimes
we have six men to cook for; that is in
ir the busy season.”
Madam Jackson took the roll of
cloth in her hands. It was a soft;
beautiful blue, fine and rich in texture;
but it could make a dress suitable
only for a young girl; some one with
rosy cheeks and golden hair and dim
ples. It was'so far from being appro
priate' for the little, stooping figure
opposite.
Madam looked kindly at the pale
little woman. “I’m afraid,” she began,
‘ you'll find this color a little trying.
A black or a gray, or perhaps a dark
brown would be more becoming. You
understand—”
The woman clasped her hands.
“Don’t say it!” she cried. “Yes, I
understand, but if you only knew how
all these years I’ve wanted that blue
dress! Something different from any
thing I've had. Ah, you needn’t tell
me! I know I’m faded and old, but,
oh, I do not want that bit of color
for my own! If I Can’t wear it, I can
at least look at it.”
A large tear shone in worldly Mad-,
am Jackson’s eye—and she was not
much given to tears. “Very well,” she
answered; and then followed a discus
sion of lining and thread.
The woman came again in a few
days to have the dress fitted, in one
hand she carried a basket of purple
grapes with the bloom still on ihem.
“I’ve brought you these,” she said
to the dressmaker. “I picked them
myself early this morning.”
"Thank you so much!” was the
warm answer. “I dearly love grapes,
anj those are especially fine.”
In a few minutes the blue dress went
on over the thin little figure. Some
how its bright hue seemed a mockery.
It brought out so“ clearly the gray
hairs that would have been softened
by a more sober color. The pale
cheeks, too, looked whiter than be
fore.
The little woman saw her reflection
in the tall mirror opposite, and sighed.
"You were quite right,” she said,
slowly; "a darker color would have
been best, and yet —somehow I
couldn't give it up. I’ve thought about
it so much all these years. Why, of
ten when the work was hardest and
the days longest, I've said to myself,
'Never mind. Charlotte, some of these
days you’re going it) have a beautiful
blue dress,’ and the hope of it some
how kept me up.”
“I understand,” Madam Jackson
said, gently.
In a few days the dress wa's dons.
The customer came for it one morn
ing. in a wagon driven by a tall, broad
shouldered man with a rugged, weatlF
er-beaten face.
"Her husband,” thought Madam
Jadkson, looking out of th< window. J
The pale little woman cable hif?ried
■y in. !‘Jph& came with me today,”
she said, smiling, “and the dress —oh,
isn’t it beautiful!”
The blue gown lay across a chair.
Madam Jackson had done well with it.
It was finished off with silk of the
DADE COUNTY SENTINEL.
same shad®, and tlTere was a pretty
lace collar and soft, fine ruffles of lace
at the wrists.
“You must let me see you in it be
fore you go,” Madam Jackson said.
As the dress was being fastened, a
faint color stole into the woman’s
white cheeks.
“Isn’t it pretty?’ she whispered,
wonderingly. "The yery prettiest
thing I ever had! It seems wrong
somehow for me to have it now. Some
body young and beautiful ought to
wear it. If only I could have had it
years ago!”
Madam Jackson’s left fingers were
busy with the brown hair touched
with silver, combed so severely back.
"You must not w'ear your hair quite
so plain,” she said. “A looser effect
softens the face wonderfully. There,
that it is better.”
She straightened the lace at tho
throat and settled he skirt. "Wait a
moment,” she added, stepping into the
next room. When she returned, she
held a dainty lace-trimmed handker
chief, fine as a spider’s web. She
tucked it into the rough Utile hand.
“A present from me,” she said, Tight
ly. "When you wear Cio dress you
must carry that.”
Over the thin late there swept a
beautiful flush.
“Is that for me?” she said, in an awe
struck voice. “Oh, thank you, thank
you!”
There was so much radiance in the
Icok that Madam Jackson was startled,
and then a wonderful thing happened.
For the moment it seemed as If the
years had rolled back, and the worn
face shone with its lost beauty and its
lost youth. ;
The eyes were very bright, a tender
smile hovered over the tremulous
mouth, and Madam Jackson saw what
the woman must have been long ago,
before the hard years had robbed her
of her bloom.
"I wish John could see me,” the lit
tle woman wdiispered.
As if in answer to her wish, there
came a knock at ilje door. Madam
Jackson opened it quickly.
"Come in, won’t you?” sne said,
pleasantly. “Your wile is anxious to
have you see her in her new dress.”
The man entered. When the blue
gowned, radiant vision faced him, he
started. “Why, Louie, he said, "why
my dear, is it really you?”
“Do you like it, John?” she said.
“Like it! Why, you look just an
you did when we were married, only
somehow, sweeter and dearer,” and
then, regardless of Madam Jackson in
the background, he took the small
woman in his arms and kissed her on
her glowing cheeks.
A few minutes later Madam Jackson
■stood at the window and watched them
drive away with the blue dress care
fully wrapped up. The flush still lin
gered on the little woman’s face as
she waved a last good-by.
Madam Jackson waved back. She
knew that before long the flush would
fade from her friend’s cheek, the
lines would come back, the cares re
turn. The burdens must be takpn up
again.
' There would come, too, the weary
hours and the lonely ones that must'
be lived through. The blue"'dress
would be. folded away as ‘something
sacred, seldom worn, but never forgot
ten. There would be something beau-,
tiful at least to look at in the bare old
farmhouse.
As the rattling wagon disappeared
Madam Jackson turfled away from the
window with a smile that was half a
sigh.
“That blue dress —it as a success,
after all,” she murmured. —Youth's
Companion.
PRIMP IV! ERITISHERS.
Foot-Warmer* in l T so on the Englifi];
Kail wh y*.
That American criticism of the prim
itive ways of our English cousins is
not unwarranted,is shown by the
great to-do being made in the London
Times over the inadequacy of fqoi
warmers, which' 18th century device
is still used in cold weather on Brit
ish railways. The Times not only
gives up its valuable space to com
plaints of travelers, but actually de
votes a column of editorial matter to
the subject, and in describing the way
in which the railroads manage things
it observed recently:
“A train backs into the platform
some five minutes or so before it in
timed to start. All this bustle and
confusion.' The platform i3 crowded
with passengers and their luggage, all
struggling to get into the train at once.
In the midst of the turmoil, a non
chalent porter is discerned leisurely
trundling along with barrowful of
foot-warmer3, and grudingly deliver
ing them hero and there to the pas
sengers who seem most likely io pay
ter them. There are seldom enough
to go around, and there would hardly
be time to take them round if there
were. It is first come first served,'
and the poorest of the least pushing
go without. And this !s a first-class
railway terminus in London at the be
ginning of the 20th century, in a
country which invented railways and
for many year3 had no rival in their
management!”
This is so primitive that one docs
not wonder that the Times is excited.
Foot-warmers belong to the warming
pan age in the United States, but in
dear old England they are opt mily the
thing, but the American way of bat
ing ears‘is looked at askarice[*th6u&h
ir, has now; secured the ffpprovarof t'he
Times, which seems to have stirred to
its dereliction of the rail
way porters. No wonder Kipling
“wants “the' islaflJers” to wake up!
Philadelphia • Press.
Bulgaria is shipping more than sl,-
000,000 worth of eggs to Belgium annu
ally. Italy for years had almost a
nnoopoly of thi3 trade.
BILL ARP’S LETTER
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An Incipient Blazi in His Heme
Lands to an “Essay” on Fire,
ANCIENT THEORY OF THE ELEMENT
Sartow Man Tells How the Alarm
Made Him • Hump” Himself.
Some interesting Statistics.
Fire and water arid air. The three
things that cost the least and are the
most necessary to our existence are
the most dangerous when unrestrain
ed. Last Sabbath evening my wife and
I walked down to Jessie’s house to
comfort her in her sick bed, and play
with the little girls and help nurse the
little baby boy. Suddenly the Are bell
gave an alarm and my wife walked out
on the veranda to find out where the
fire was. In a moment she came hur
rying back and almost screamed, “It’s
our house —it’s our house; run quick.
Oh! mercy.” I threw the baby down
cu the floor—no, I didn't either—and
departed these coasts with alacrity.
Firemen and people were hurrying that
way. I struck a fox trot for awhile,
but soon relaxed into a fast walk, and
then a slow pul! up the hill, for I felt
my palpitation coming on. Before
I reached the mansion I met some of
the advance guard returning, who said
the fire was cut. So I sat down on the
front steps to blow for a minute. When
I went through the hall to the kitchen
where the commotion was, I found our
daughters and some good friends still
dryrehing the smoking walls and pour
ing water down the flue up in the gar
ret. The accumulated soot of twenty
years had caught on fire and somehow
got to the lathing and then to the ceil
ing and dropped to the floor. Nobody
was at home. The cook was in her
cabin asleep. Her little boy was sit
ting on the back steps and when our
girls arrived he very quietly pointed
to the kitchen and said, "Dar's a fire
in dar.” Then they heard the crack
ing flames and saw smoke pouring
through a broken pane. On opening
the door they were astounded, for the
whole room seemed ablaze. One ran
to the front door and screamed “Fire,
fire, fire,” and •“.he other went to the
telephone, and then they flew to the
water faucet and good neighbors gath
ered in and filled the buckets and went
to work. They were just in time, for a
delay of ten minutes would have
caused the loss of the house and all of
our time-honored furniture and pict
ures and books and my wife's "fine
and golden wedding presents. When *
left Jessie’s house my wife hailed me
on the .run and said save something,
but I am not certain whether it was
.her fine dresses in the wardrobe or her
silverware in the dark closet or her
Bible. I reckon it was the Bible that
she has read a chapter in every night
ter all these long years. I had a good
old Baptist aunt in Rome, and when
her house caught on Are away in the
night, and the firemen came running,
she ran out in her night clothes and
begged them to save her Christian
Index. She had a stack cf them and,
treasured them more than anything
else.
Our good old professor, Charles F.
McCoy, of Franklin College, used to
lecture us students, and his favorite
subject was, “The Regularity of Ir
regular Things,” and he satisfied me
that the longer my house escaped a
fire the more liable I was to have one.
The chance-s against me increased as
the years roled on, and so I have been
expecting a fire. The insurance com
panies understand this and base all
their' calculations and rates upon it.
They will tell i'ou what is the average
life of a dwelling, a store, a gin, a plan
ing mill or a church. The professor
illustrated with a dice box, and said, if
you cast the dice a dozen times the six
spot might come up three or four times
ill succession, and the ace several
times, but if you cast the dice a thou
sand times, each number from one
to six would show up about an equal
number of times. -That is according
io the calculation of chances and
proves the regularity of irregular
things. So it is with the rainfall which,
however uncertain in its coming,
amounts to about the same every year.
Since 1863 the losses by fire in the
United States have averaged $105,000,-
000 a year, the lowest being $100,000,-
000, and the highest $110,000,000, and
yet in 1871 the loss In Chicago alone
was $200,000,000.
But where did fire come from and
who gave it and when. There is no
mention of fire in the Mosaic account
of the creation, nor for two thousand
years after it. Until after the flood
there was not much need of fire, ter
the peop’e were not permitted to eat
meat- Their food was the fruits of the
earth. But. I reckon they did have
fire and blacksmith shops and made
hammers and hoes- and nails, etc.
Noah could not have built the ark with
out tools and nails. The presumption
is that the Creator supplied Adam with
tools to dress the garden and Abel with
knives to sacrifice the firstlings of his
flock, but there are Indian tribes iD
our day and negroes in Africa and Es
quimaux fir the - Arctic regions who
have-no knowledge of iron or its uses.
A thousand years before Christ, Ho
mer wrote that Jupiter only possessed
the element that we call fire and when
man was created man he refused to
give him fire. But Prometheus stole
some from heaven and gave it to man
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TRENTON. GA. FRIDAY. APRIL 11,1902.
and it made Jupiter so mad that he
chained him to a rock and sent eagles
to eat his liver out, and as fast as they
eat it by day the liver grew again by
night, but finally he was unchained and
the eagles driven away. It seems that
Prometheus was a friend to mankind
and by the command of Jupiter actu
ally created man out of the mtul that
was left after the flood—not Noah's
flood, but the flood of Deucalion, away
back in the ages. He was a god nearly
as powerful as Jupiter and was always
in .a quarrel with him. He taught
mankind architecture, astronomy, fig
ures, medicine, navigation and all the
arts that adorn life. At Athens and
other ancient cities, tempies were Uuai
to his honor. They believed that the
very fire that he brought down from
heaven was- still preserved and was
always burning oh an altar in the tem
ple of Vesta. It is called the sacred
fire —the Vestal fire—the fire of the
hearthstone, and must not be allowed
to go out. If it does go out from acci
dent, even the family .who loses it
must go to the temple of Vesta and
get anew supply.
Of course all these stories about the
gods are superstitious, but they are
very fascinating ones and old Homer
still stands as the greatest poet, and
ranks as the-equal of Shakespeare or
Milton. That reverence for sacred fire
is not yet extinguished, and It is said
that the Roman Catholic ' priesthood
burn candles in their cathedrals day
and night because the custom was
handed down from the ancient
churches, and those churches probably
got it from Grecian and Roman myth
ology. Anyhow, we know that the
Jews had great reverence for fire, ter
they had to use It in their sacrifices,
and God apeared to Moses in a burn
ing bush and descended on Mt. Sinai
in fire and the Israelites were guided
through the wilderness by a pillar of
fire by night, and fire came down from
heaven and destroyed Sodom and Go
morrah, and many other important
events were markedly fire. In our
young days when
matches it was no sure or
to find fire on the every
cold, morning Sometimes
the live buried in the
aches went out or was
burnecrup, and fchen one of the boys
had to go to a neighbor’s and borrow
fire. It was always- called borrowing
fire, for it was reasonably expected
that the neighbor would sometimes
find himself in the same condition. The
Cherokee Indians make fire by rubbing
two hard dry sticks together with
great rapidity. I have seen little In
dian boys do it very quickly, and I
tried to imitate them, but fared.
But if the good pure vestal fire came
from heaven I reckon old Satan got
some cf it when he fell, and took it
dpwn below. That’s the kind that con
cerns us most. The old preacher who
used to go around preaching about the
"Mountains of Hepsidam where the
lion roareth and the whangdoodle
mourneth for its first born, and he
played on a harp of a thousand strings,
—sperets of just men made
feet.,” also had a few broken
about fire. "My impertinent hen®rs,
there are several kinds of fire,
are fox fire and camp fire andJrre and.
fall hack, but the kind
you most are the fire
squenched and is called heifnire for
short.”—Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitu
tion.
NAY, NAY, SAYS EAGLE.
Former Governor of Arkansas Defies
Present Chief Executive Davis.
Governor Jefferson Davis, of Arkan
sas, has asked for the resignation of
Former Governor James I*. Eagle, of
the state capitol commission. Com
missioner Eagle requested the gover
nor to give his reasons for the request.
Governor Davis replied, in substance,
that the conflicting views of the two
concerning democratic politics wquld
prevent them from working harmoni
ously together. Eagle refused flatly
to resign.
VOLUNTARY MANSLAUGHTER.
Was the Verdict Returned By Jury in
Granade Murder Case.
At Atlanta, Ga., Thursday, after de
liberating four hours the jury in the
case of Theodore J. Granade, the den
tal student charged with the murder
of another student. W. Jesse Pope, re
turned a verdict finding the defendant
guilty of voluntary manslaughter.
A motion for anew trial will be
made.
FUNDS FOR SUFFERING BOERS.
Check For $5,000 is Sent in By Com
mittee at Chicago.
A certified cheek for $5,000, drawn to
the order of President Roosevelt, was
forwarded to the president on March
28 by the committee of citizens which
Governor Yates appointed in December
last to raise funds for the relief c i
Boer women and children suffering in
the concentration camps of South
Africa.
BOER BULLETS WERE DEADLY.
Casualties cf Engagement Near Harts
River Included Two Hundred.
A special from Pretoria says; The
British losses in the engagement in the
neighborhood of Harts river, in the
southwestern extremity of the Trans
vaal, March 31, were three officers and
twenty-four men killed and sixteen offi
cers and 131 men wounded. The Boers
admit that they lost 137 men killed or
wounded.
DR. TALMAGE’S SERMON
SUNDAY’S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject! Tho Christian View of Death—
The Charge of the Flack Giant—Kont
Of tho King of Terrors—Everyday lie*
fcurrections—The Final Victory.
Wasiiingtox, D. C. The Christian
view of death as the entrance to a fuller
life is presented in this Easter discourse
by Dr. Talmage from the text I Cor. xv,
54, “Death is swallowed up in victory.”
About 1870 Easter mornings have wakened
the earth. In France for three centuries
the almanacs made the year begin at East
er until Charles IX. made the year begin
at January 1. In tbs Tower of London
there is a royal pay roll of Edward 1., on
which there is an entry of eighteen pence
for 490 colored and pictured eggs, with
Which the people sported, In Russia slaves
Were fed and aims were distributed on
Easier. Ecclesiastical councils met in
Poiltusj in Gaul, in Rome, in Aehaia, to
decide the particular day and after a con
troversy more animated than gracious de
cided it, and now through all Christen 1
dom in some way the first Sunday after
the fud mooh which happens upon or next
after March 21 is filled with Easter rejoic
ing.
The royal court of the Sabbaths is made
up of fifty-two. Fifty-one are princes in
the royal household, but Easter is queen.
She wears richer diadem, she sways a
more jeweled scepter, and in her smile na
tions are irradiated. How welcome she is
When, after a and late spring,
she seems to step i the snowbank
rather than the to come out
of the north instead of iflkjputh, out of
the arctic rather than dis
mounting from the icy equinoxiwnit wel
come this queenly day, holding high in her
right hand the wrenched off bolt of Christ’s
sepulcher, acd holding high in her left
hand the key to all the cemeteries in Chris
tendom.
My text is an ejaculation. It is spun Out
of halleluiahs, l’aul wrote right on in his
argument about the resurrection, and ob
served all the laws of logic, but when he
came to write the words of the text his
fingers and his pen and the parchment on
Which he wrote took fire, ami he cried out,
“Death is swallowed up in Victory!” It
is an exciting filing to see an army routed
and flying. They run each other down.
They scatter everything valuable in the
track. Unwheeled artillery; hoof of horse
on breast of wounded and dying man.
You have read of the French falling back
from Sedan, of Napoleon’s track of 90,000
corpses in the snowbanks of Russia, of the
retreat of our armies from Manassas or of
the five kings tumbling over the rocks of
Belli hor.in with their armies while the
hailstorms of heaven and the swords of
Joshua's host struck them With their fury.
In my text is a worse discomfiture. It
seems that a black giant proposed to con
quer the earth. He gathered for his host
all the aches and pains and malarias and
cancers and distempers and epidemics of
the ages. He marched them down, drill
ing them in the northwest wind and amid
the slush of tempests. He threw up barri
cades of grave mound. He pitched tent of
charnal house. Some of the troops
marched with slow tread commanded by
consumptions, some in double quick com
manded by pi.eum&ak. Some he took by
long besiegement j3®dl habit and some
by one stroke of of casualty.
With bony pounded at the hack
door of sickrooms and won
all the the great battlefields
of all continents. Forward,
march! conqueror of conquer
ors, and generals and commanders
in-chief a JSf presidents and kings and
sultans Mrs dropped under the feet
of his lint one Christmas
night JflEj&gHomst was born.
the P'mgnes and sicknesses
andJß|rajSs come out of the cast, it
WjflHappte that the new conqueror
Blower Is'LCS Him to awaken all the fallen
all iMSWituries and of all lands and
marshiiJpPWu against the black giant.
been won, but the last
Jvorld’s existence will see the
When Christ shall lead
brigades, the brigade of the
®sen diflHind the brigade of the celestial
host, giant will fall back, and
the from the riven sepulchers will
take beneath, and the brigade cf
descend® immortals will take him from
above, “ J death shall be swallowed up in
victor^®
Tin K braggart that threatened the
conqu|®ind demolition of the planet has
lost Iffjhrone, has lost his scepter, has
lost isLwalaee, has lost his prestige, and
the oihjaord written over all the gates of
mausffejSli and catacomb and necropolis,
on ceijßiAh and sarcophagus, on the lone
ly kh2t-7j the arctic explorer and on the
catafaJHM of great cathedral, written in
capita^of azalia and cal’.a lilly, written in
musical cadence, written in doxo’ogy of
great assemblages, written on the sculp-
door of the family vault, is “Vic
tory.” Coronal word, ernbannered word,
apocalyptic word, chief word of triumphal
arch under which conquerors return.
Victory! Word shouted at Cullorlen and
lla!aklava and Blenheim, at Megiddo and
Solferino, at Marathon, where the Athen
ians drove back the Medes; at Poitiers,
where Charles Martel broke the ranks of
the Saracens; at Salamis, where Themis
toclcs in the great sea fight confounded the
Persians, and at the door of the eastern
cavern of chiseled rock, where Christ came
out through a recess and throttled the king
of terrors and put him back in the niche
from which the celestial Conqueror had
just emerged. Aha! When the jaws of
the eastern mausoleum took down the
black giant “death was swallowed up in
victory.” I proclaim the abolition of
death.
'the old antagonist is driven back into
mythology with ali the lore aliout Stygian
ferry and Charon with oar and boat. Mel
rose abbey and Kenilworth castle are no
more in ruins than is the scnu!cher. We
shall have no more to do with death than
we have with the cloakroom at a govern
or’s or a president's levee. We stop at
such cloakroom and leave in charge of a
servant our overcoat, bur overshoes, our
outward apparel, that we may not be im
peded in the brilliant round of the draw
ing room. Well, my friend*, when we go
out of this world we are going to a King’s
banquet and to a reception of
and at the door of the tomb we leave the
cloak of flesh and the wrappings with
which we meet the storms of this world.
At the close of an earthly reception, und<-r
the blush and broom of the porter, the
coat or hat may be handed to us better
than when we resigned it, and the cloak
of humanity will finally be returned to us
improved and brightened and purified and
glorified.
Vou and I do not want our bodies re
turned as they are now. We want to get
rid of 1 11 their weaknesses and all their
suseeptioilities to fatigue and all their
slowness or locomotion. YVe want them
put through a chemistry of soil and heat
and cold and changing seasons, out of
which God will reconstruct them as much
better than they are now as the -body of
the rosiest and healthiest child that bounds
over the lawn in Central Park is better
than the sickest patient in Bellevue hospi
tal. But as to our soul, we will cross right
over, not waiting for obsequies, independ
ent of obituary, into a state in every way
better, with wider roam and velocities be
yond computation, the dullest of us into
companionship with the very best spirits
in their very best mood, in the very parlor
of the universe.the four walls burnished ar.d
paneled and pictured and glorified with all
the splendors (hat the infinite God in all
the ages has been able to invent. Vic*
tory!
'this view, of ccurse, makes it of but
little importance whether we are cre
mated or sepulturcd. If the latter is dust
to dust, the former is ashes to ashes. It
any preier incineration, let them have it
without cavil or protest. The world may
become no crowded that cremation may be
universally adopted by law as well as by
general consent. Many of the mightiest
and best spirits have gone through this
process. Thousands and tens of thousands
of God’s children have been cremated—P.
P. Bliss and wife, the evangelistic singers,
cremated by accident at Ashtabula bridge;
John Rodgers, cremated by persecution;
Latimer and Ridley, cremated at Oxford;
Pothinus and Rlandina, a slave, and Alex
ander, a physician, and their comrades
cremated at the order of Marcus Aure
lius; at least a hundred thousand of
Christ's disciples cremated, and there can
be no doubt about the resurrection of
their bodies,
If the world lusts as much longer as it
has thus far, there perhaps may be no
room for the large acreage set apart for
resting places, but there is plenty of room
yet, and the race need not pass that bridge
of tire until it comes to it. -The most of
Us prefer the old way. But whether out of
natural disintegration or cremation we
shall get I hat luminous, buoyant, gladsome,
transcendent, magnificent, inexplicable
structure called the resurrection body.
You will have it; I will have it,
Ever and anon there are instances of men
and women entranced. A trance is death
followed by resurrection after a few days;
total suspension of mental power and vol
untary action. Rev. William Tennent, a
great evangelist of the last generation, of
whom Hr. Archibald Alexander, a man
far from being sentimental, wrote in most
eulogistic terms—Rev. William Tennent
seemed to die, His spirit apparently left
the body. People came in day after day
and said, “He is dead, he is dead.” But
the soul that fled returned, and Will Ten
neat lived to write what he had seen w'hile
his soul was gone. !
It may he found some time that what is
called suspended animation or comatose
state is brief death, giving the soul an ex
cursion into the next world, from which
it comes back, a furlough of a few hours
granted from the conflict of life to which
it must return. Do not this waking up of
men from trance and this waking up of in
sects from winter lifelessness, and this
waking up of grains buried 3000 years ago
make it easier for you to,believe that your
body and mine nftf-r the vacation of the
grave shall rouse and rally, though there
be 3000 years between pur last breath and
the sounding of the arehangelic reveille?
Physiologists tell us that while the most
of our bodies are built with such wonder
ful economy that we can spare nothing,
and the loss of a finger is a hinderment.,
and the injury of a toe’ joint makes us lame,
still that we have two or three useless
physical 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 indispen
sably valuable in the next state. The
Jewish rabbis and the scientists of our
day have found out that there are two or
three superfluities of body that are some
thing gloriously suggestive of another state.
I called at my friend's house one sum
mer day. I found the yard all idled up
with the rubbish of carpenter's and ma
son’s work. The door was oil'. The
plumbers had torn up the flodr, The roof
was being lifted in cupola, All the pic
tures were gone, and the paper hangers
v doing their work. All the modern
improvements were being introduced into
that dwelling. There was not a room in
the house fit to live in at that time, al
though 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 Ins joy
when at the end of six months he returned
and found the old house had been en
larged and improved and glorified. That
is your body. It looks well now—all He
rooms filled with health, and we could
hardly make a suggestion. But after
awhile your soul will go to the Holy Land,
and wnile you are gone the old house of
your tabernacle will be entirely recon
structed from cellar to attic, and every
nerve, muscle and bone and tissue and ar
tery must be hauled over, and the old
structure will be burnished and adorned
and i \ised and cupolacd and enlarged, and
all the improvements of heaven intro
duced, and you will move into it on resur
rection day. “For we know that it our
earthly house of this tabernacle were dis
solved we have a building of God, a house
not made with hands, eternal in the heav
ens.”
Oh, what a day when body and soul meet
again! They are very fond of each other.
Did your body ever have a pain aud your
soul not pity it, 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 sympa
thize with it, growing wan and weak un
der the depressing influence? Or did your
soul ever have a gladness but your body
celebrated it with kindled eye and cheek
and elastic step? Surely God never intend
ed two such good friends to be very long
separated.
And so when the world's last Easter
morning shall come the soul will descend,
crying, “Where is my body?” And the
body will ascend, saying, “Where is my
soul?” A.nd thp Lord of the resurrection
will bring them, together, and it will be a
perfect soul in a perfect body, introduced
by a perfect Christ into a perfect heaven.
Victory!
Do you wonder that on Easter day we
swathe our churches with garlands? Do
you wonder we celebrate it with the most
consecrated voice of song that we can in
vite, with the deftest fingers on organ and
cornet and with doxologies that beat these
arches with the billows of sound as the
sea smites the basalt at Giant's Causeway?
Only the bad disapprove of the resurrec
tion.
A erne] heathen warrior heard Mr. Mof
fatt, the missionary, preach about the
resurrection, and he said to the mission
ary. “Will my father rise in the last
day?” “Yes,” said the missionary. “Will
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 resurrection; there shall be no res
urrection. I have slain thousands in bat
tle. Will they rise?” Ah, there will be
more to rise on that day than those whose
crimes have never been repented of will
want to see! But for all others who al
lowed Christ to be their pardon and their
life and their resurrection it will be a day
of victory.
The thunders of the last day will be the
salvo that greets you into harbor. r ihe
lightnings will be only the torches of tri
umphal procession marching down to es
cort you home. The burning worlds flash
ing through immensity will be the rockets
celebrating your coronation on thrones
where you will reign forever and forever
and forever. Where is death?- What have
we to do with death ? As vonr reunited
body and soul swing off from this planet
on that last day you will see deep gashes
all up and down the hills, deeo gashes all
through the valleys, and they will be
the emptied graves, they will be the aban
doned sepulchers, with rough ground
tossed on each side of them, and slabs will
lie uneven on the rent hillocks, and there
will be fallen monuments and cenotaphs,
and then for the first time you will appre
ciate the full exhilaration of the text,
''Death is swallowed up in victory."
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