Pike County Democrat, Volume 21, Number 45, Petersburg, Pike County, 1 April 1891 — Page 4

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CHRIST IS RISEN. Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage'a Easter Sermon to His People. The Burial and Resurrection of Jeans Typical of the Death that Is Continually Occurring: and the Final Resurrection.

i The following Easter discourse was delivered by Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage in Brooklyn and New York city, the text bpingt Come, see the place where the Lord lay.— Matt, xxv i I i. Visiting any great city we are not satisfied until we have also looked at its cemetery. We examine all the styles of cenotaph, mausoleum, sarcophagus, crypt and sculpture. Here lies buried a statesman, yonder an orator, here a poet, out there an inventor, in some other place a great philanthropist But with how much greater interest and with more depth of emotion we look upon our family plot in the cemetery. In the one case it is ^patter of public interest; in the ofhemt is a matter of public and . heartfelt affection. But around the grave at which we halt this morning are gathered all kinds of stupendous interest. At this sepulchre, I have to tell you, in this sepulchre there was buried a king, a conqueror, an amancipator, a friend, a brother, a Christ, monarch of the universe, but bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh and sorrow of our sorrow, and heart of our heart “Come, see the place where the Lord lay.” It has for,surroundings the manor in the suburbs of Jerusalem, a manor owned by a wealthy gentleman by the name of Joseph. He was one of the court of seventy who had condemned Christ, but I think he had voted in the negative, or being a timid man, had been absent at the time of the casting of the vote. He had laid out the parterre at great expense. It was a hot climate and I suppose there were broad-branched* trees and winding paths underneath them, while here the waters rippled over the rock into a fishpool, and yonder the vines and the flowers clambered over the wall, all around there were the beauties of kiosk and arboriculture. After the fatigues of the Jerusalem court room, how refreshing to home out in these suburbs botanical and pomological. I walk a little further on in the parterre and I come across a cluster of rocks, and I see on them the marks pf a sculptor's chisel. I come still closer and 1 find that there is a subterranean reecss, and I walk down the marble stairs and come to a portico over the doorway—an architecture of fruits and Bowers; chiseled by the hand of the sculptor. I go into the portico and on cither side there are rooms, two, or four, or six rooms of rock; in the walls niches, each niche large enough tQ hold a dead body. One of these rooms of rock is especially wealthy with sculpIt was a beautiful and charming Why all this? The fact was that Joseph, the owner of the parterre of that wealthy manor, had recognized the fact that he could not always walk those {gardens, and he sought this as his own resting place. What a beautiful plot in which to wait for the resurrection! ture. ;pot.

Mar k well the mausoleum in the rock. It is to be the most celebrated tomb in all the ages; catacombs of Egypt, tomb of Na)>oleon, Mahal Taj of' India, nothing compared with it, Christ had just been murdered, and His body must he thrown out to the dogs and the ravens, as was customary with crucified bodies, an lest, there be prompt and effective hindeiance. Joseph, the owner of the mausoleum, begs for the body of Christ, and he takes and washes the poor and mutilated frame from the blood and the dust and shrouds it and perfumes it. 1 think embalmment was omitted. When in olden times they wished to embalm a dead body, the priest with some pretension of medical skill would show the point between the ribs where the incision was to be made. Then the opera tor would eome and make the incision, and then run fdr his life else he would be slain for violating the dead body. Then the other priests would come with salt of nitre and cassia, and wine of palm tree, and complete the embalmment. Hut I think in this case embalmment was omitted lest there be more excitement and another riot. The funeral advances. Present, Joseph, the owner of the mausoleum; Nicodemus, who brought the flowers, and the two Marys. Heavy burden on the shoulders of two men as they carry the body of Christ down the marble stairs and into the portico, and lift the dead weight to the level of the niche in the rock, and push the body of Christ into the only pleasant resting place it ever had. These men coming forth close the door of rock against the receiss. The government, afraid that the disciples would steal the body of Christ and play resurrection, put upon the door the seal of the Sanhedrim. The violation of that seal, like the violation of the seal of the United States government, or of the British government, always followed With severe penalties. it A regiment of soldiers from the tower of Antonio is detailed to guard that mausoleum. At the door of that tomb, a fight took place which decided the question for all grave yards and cemeteries. Sword of lightning against sword of steel. Angel of God against the military. The body in the crypt begins to move in its shroud of fine linen and slides down upon the pavement, moves through the portico, appeal's in the doorway, comes up the marble steps. Christ having left His mortuary attire behind Him, comes forth in the garb of a workman as I take it, from the fact that the women mistook him for the gardener,' There and then was shattered the tomb so that it can never be rebuilt. All the trowels of earthly masonry can not mend it. Forever and forever it is a broken tomb. Death that day taking the side of the military received a horrible cut under the angel’s spear of flame, and must himself go down at the last—the King of Terrors disappearing before the King of Grace. “The lord is risen.” Hosanna! Hossanna! O weep no more, your comforts slain, ' The Lord is risen. He lives again. Vi’hen one of the old. Christians was dying he said he saw on the sky the letter “V,” and he said: “1 can not understand what that is I see against the sky; it is the letter ‘V.’ ” A Christian standing beside him said: “I know what it means; that letter ‘V’ stands for ‘victory.’ ” I gather up all these flowers to-day, and I strew them over the graves of your Christian dead in the letter “V” for “victory,” “R” for “resurrection,” “T” for triumph,” “H” for “Heaven.” “The Lord is risen.” Hosanna! While standing around the plbfce where the Lord lay 1 am impressed with the fact that mortuary honors can not atone for wrongs to the living. If they could have afforded Christ such a costly sepulchre they conld have afforded Him a decent earthly residence. Will they give a piece of marble to the desid Christ when they might have given living 1

like every other benefactor of the world, Was better appreciated after He was dead. Westminster abbey and monumental Greenwood are to a certain extent the world’s attempts by mortuary honors to atone for neglects to the living. Poets’ corner in Westminster abbey an attempt to pay for the sufferings of Grub street. I go into that poets’ corner of Westminster abbey and there I find the grave of

nauaei,rne musician irom wnose music we hear to-day, as it goes down reverberating through the ages. While I stand at the costly tomb of Handel I can not forget that fact that his fellow-musicians tried to destroy him with their discords. I go a little further in the poets’ corner of Westminster abbey and I find the grave of John Dry den, the great poet. Costly monument, great 'mortuary honors, but I can not forget the fact that at seventy years of age he wrote about the oppressions of misfoi tune and that he made a contract for one thousand verses at sixpence a line. I go a little further on in thei poets’ corner and I find the grave of Samuel Butler, the author of “Hudibras.” Wonderful monument, costly mortuary honors. Where did he die? In a garret. I move further on in the poets’ corner, and I find the grave of a poetof whom Waller wrote: “An old schoolmaster by the name of John Milton has written a tedious volume on the fall of man. If its length be mo virtue, it has none.” I go a little further on in the poets’ comer and 'I find the grave of Sheridan. Alas! for Sheridan. Poor Sheridan! Magnificent mortuary honors. What a pity it was he could not have discounted-that monument for a mouthful of something to eat! O, unfilial children, give your old parents less tombstone and more blankets, less funeral and more bedroom. Five per cent.of the money now expended at Burns’ banquets would have made the great Scotch poet comfortable and kept him from being almost harried to death by the drudgery of an exciseman., Horace Ureely, outrageously abused while he lived, going out to his tomb was followed by the president of the United States and the leading men of the army and the navy. Some people could not say bitter enough things about him while he lived; all the world rose up to do him honor when he died. Massachusetts at the tomb of Charles Sumner, tried to atone for the ignominious resolutions with which her legislature denounced the living Senator. It was too late. The costly monument at Springfield, 111., can not pay for Booth’s bullet. Costly mortuary honors on the banks of Lake Erie—honors that cost between two hundred thousand and three hundred thousand dollars —can not pay for the assassination of James A. Garfield. Do justice to the living. All the justice you do you will have ?to do this side the gates of the necropolis. The dead can not wake up to count the number of carriages in the procession, or see the polish on the Aberdeen granite, or to read the words of epitaphal commemoration. Costly mausoleum of the gentleman in the suburbs of Jerusalem can not atone for Bethlehem’s manger and Calvarean cross and Pilate’s ruffian judiciary. Again! Standing in this place where

the Lord lay, I. am impressed with the fact that floral and sculptural ornaments are appropriate for the places of the dead. We are all right that in the short time of the Saviour's inhumation He lay amid flowers and sculpture. Ican not quite understand what I see in the newspapers, where amid the announcements of obsequies the friends request “send no flowers.” Why, there is no place so appropriate for flowers as the casket of the departed. If your means allow—I repeat, if your means allow—let there be flowers on the casket; flowers on the hearse, flowers on the grave. Put them on the brow; it means coronation. Put them in the hand; it means victory. Christ was buried in a parterre. Christ was buned in a garden. Flowers are types of resurrection. Death is sad enough anyhow. Let conservatory and arboretum do all they can in the way of alleviation. Your little girl loved flowers wliile she was alive. Put them in her hands, now that she can not go forth and pluck flowers for herself. On sunshiny days twist a garland for her still heart. Brooklyn has no grander glory than her Greenwood, nor Boston than her Mount Auburn, nor Philadelphia than her Laurel Hill, nor Cincinnati than her Spring Grove, nor San Francisco than her Lone Mountain. What shall I say of these country graveyards where the vines have fallen down and the slab is aslant and the mound is caved in, and the grass is the pasture ground for the sexton's cattle. Are your father and mother of so little account you have no more respect than that for their bones? Some day gather together and straighten up the fence, and lift the slab, and bank up the mound, and tear out the weeds, and plant the shrubs. After awhile you yourself will want to lie down to the last slumber. If you have no regard for the bones of your ancestors your children* will have no deference for your bones. Do you say these relics are of no importance? You will see of how much importance they are when the archangel takes out his trumpet. Turn all your graveyards into gardens. Standing in this place where the Lord lay, I am also impressed with the dignity of unpretending obsequies. Joseph that day was mourner, sexton, liveryman—had the entire charge of the occasion. Four people only at the burial of the King of the universe. Let this be consolatory to those who through small means, or lack of large acquaintance, have but little demonstration of grief at the grave of their dead. It is not necessary. Long line of glittering equipages, two rows of silver handles, casket of wood, pall-bearers scarfed and gloved are not necessary. Christ looks out from Heaven at a burial where there are six in attendance and remembers there me two more than He had at His obsequies. Not recognizing this idea, how many small properties are scattered in the funeral rites, and widowhood and orphanage to go out to the cold charity of the world. The departed left enough property to have kept the family together until they could take care of themselves, but it is all absorbed in the funeral rites. That went for crape which ought to have gone for bread. A man of small means can hardly afford to die in one of our great cities. Funeral pageantry is not necessary. No one was ever more lovingly and tenderly put into the grave than Christ, but there were only four in the procession. Again: Standing in this place where the Lord lay, I am impressed with the fact that you can not keep the dead down.' The seal of the Sanhedrim, a regiment of soldiers from the tower of Antonio to stand guard, floor of rock, roof of rock, wall of rock, niche of rock, can not keep Christ in the crypt. Come out and come up He must. Came out and came up He did. Prefignration. The first fruits of them that sleep. Just as certainly as you and I go down into the grave, just so certainly we will come up again. Though you pile up on the top of us all the bowlders of the mountains, you can not keep ns down. Though we be buried under the of the deepest cavern at the At

us, for now walking around the spot where the Lord lay, we find vines and flowers covering up the tomb, and that which we called a place of skulls has become a beautiful garden. Yea, now there are fonr gardens instead of one: Garden of Eden, Garden of the World’s Sepulchre, Garden of Earth’s Regeneration, Garden of Heaven.

the work of grave-breaking will begin with the blasts of trumped and shoutings; whence I take it that the first Intimation of the day will be a sound from Heaven such as has never before been heard. It may not be so veiry loud, but it will be penetrating. There are mausoleums so deep that, undisturbed silence has slept there ever since the day when the sleepers were left in them. The great noise shall strike through them. Among the corals of the sea, miles deep, where the shipwrecked rest, the sound will strike. No one will mistake it for thunder; or the blast of earthly minstrelsy." There will be heard the voice of the uncounted millions of the dead, who come rushing out of the gates of eternity, flying toward the tomb, crying: “Make way! Oh, grave, give us back our body! We gave it to you in corruption; surrender it now in incorruption.” Thousands of spirits arising from the field of Sedan, and from among the rocks of Gettysburg, and from among the passes of South Mountain. A hundred thousand are crowding Greenwood. On this grave three spirits meet, for there were three bodies in that tomb! over that family vault twenty spirits hover, for there were twenty bodies. From New York to Liverpool, at every few miles of the sea route, a group of hundreds of spirits coming down to the water to meet their bodies. See that multitude!^—that is where the Central America sank And yonder multitude!—that is where the Pacific went down. Found at last! That is where the City of Boston sank. And yonder the President went down. A solitary spirit alights on yonder prairie —that is where a traveler perished in the snow. The whole air is full of spirits —spirits flying north, spirits flying south, spirits flying east, spirits flying west. Crash! goes Westminster abbey, as all its dead kings, and orators, and poets get up. Strange commingling of spirits searching among 'the ruins. William Wilberforce, the good; and Queen Elizabeth, the bad. Crash! go the pyramids, and the monarchs of Egypt rise out of the heart of the desert. Snap! go the iron gates of the modern vaults. The country graveyard will look like a rough-plowed field as the mounds break open. All the kings of the earth; all the senators; all the great men; all the beggars; all the armies—victors and vanquished; all the ages—barbaric and civilized; all those who were chopped by guillotine, or simmered in the fire, or rotted in dungeons; all the infants of a day; all the octogenarians—all! all! Not one straggler left behind. All! all! And now the air is darkened with the fragments of bodies that are coming together from the opposito corners of the earth. Lost limbs finding their rfiate— bone to bone, sinew to sinew—until every joint is reconstructed, and every arm finds its socket, and the amputated limb of the surgeon’s table shall be set again at the point from which it was severed. A surgeon told me that after the battle of Bull Run he amputated limbs, throwing them out of the window, until the pile reached up to the window sill. All those fragments will have to take their places. Those who were born blind shall have eyes Divinely kindled; those who were lame shall have a limb substituted. In all the hosts of the resurrected not one eye missing, not one foot clogged, not one arm palsied, not one tongue dumb,

iiut vai uvui. Wake up my friends, this day, this glorious Easter morning, with all these congratulations. If I understand this day, it means peace toward Heaven and peace toward earth. Great wealth of flowers! Bring more flowers. Wreath them around the brazen throat of the cannon, plant them in the desert until it shall blossom like the rose, braid them into the mane of the war charger as he comes back. No more red dahlias of human blood. Give us white lilies of peace. Strew all the earth with Easter garlands, for the resurrection we celebrate this morning implies all kinds of resurrection, a score of resurrections. Resurrection from death and sin to the life of the Gospel. Resurrection of apostolic faith. Resurrection of commercial integrity. Resurrection of national honor. Resurrection of international good-will. Resurrection of art. Resurrection of literature. Resurrection of everything that is good and kind and generous and just and holy and beautiful. Nothing to stay down, to stay buried, but sin and darkness and pain and disease and revenge and death. Let those tarry in the grave forever. “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good-will to men.” Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say. liaise your songs and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. Love’s redeeming work is done, Fought the tight, the battle won. Lo! the sun’s eclipse is o’er; Lo! He sets in blood no more. Edison's Advice. It is the little things that give the best insight into a man’s character, things which he does involuntarily, and when he is off guard. Any man may learn much about himself by taking notice how he is accustomed to spend his odd minutes and his loose change. For the same reason there is no little shrewdness in a saying which is attributed to Edison. According to the story, a gentleman introduced his son to the famous electrician, and in the course of the conversation suggested that he should give the young fellow a motto for his business career, upon which he was about entering.—Edison was silent for a moment, and then said, “Never look at the clock!” Probably the boy was more or less mystified by this laconic utterance, but he will not be long in the company of clerks or day-laborers without discovering that those who take so little interest in their work as to be continually asking what time it is, are not the ones who get on in the world. Success is not for the lazy or indifferent. As some one has said. “The carpenter who stays fifteen minutes after hours to finish a job is working towards a shop of his own.” —Youth’s Companion. Men Don't Wont to Dio. “How strong the love for lifet” It was a well-known physician who uttered this exclamation. “I can’t always understand it,” he went on. “Here's one of my patients, who is now lying at the point of death in one of the hospitals. He was run over by a railway train a day or two ago and was brought in unconscious, his head staved in, four ribs broken and both legs crushed to a jelly. And yet he is frantic at the thought of the near end of his miserable existence. He has no family dependent upon him, and seems to have no ties of any character to bind him to life. If he recovers he will be a helpless, useless cripple, dependent upon charity, and as he is an unlettered laborer he can haft none of the pleasures of the imagination and the intellect. What has he to live for? And yethls desire to ijy* is pitifully Itw*"

JARGON OF THE GYPSIES.

The Romany To the Greatest of Ancient Languages. It is because gypsies of all lands wherever they go are Romanies, as itheycall themselves, and not Frenchjnieu, or Hungarians, or Englislimen, or American, that they have always seemed a mysterious race. They were hooked upon in 'old times as sorcerers ■and magicians. Many a poor grpsy has been accused of magic for no better jreason than was Esmeralda in Victor Hugo’s novel, “Notre Dame de Paris"— - --nrnA time Irill Art l\AonnCA 'the gypsy girl who was killed because she had a trained goat that could dance 'and play tricks. Even nowadays there lingers a mystery about the gypsies in their tents. ~ » 1 It is this difference, this mystery, that has set not a few scholars to lie study of the Romany and his manner of life. It fascinated George Borrow, who went to wander with the wanderers and pitch his tent by theirs in quiet dingle or by the roadside; and Charles G. Leland, who in all his travels, in England or Egypt, America or Russia, has given his first thoughts to the R omanies of the country; Francis Groomo spends days and hours “In Gypsy Tents”; Hubert Smith married a gyps/. It is not merely the Romany himself that interests these men; it is his language, or Jargon—for language it really is no onger. But the strange wo rds the gypsies use, stringing them ’.ogether iwith English phrases and expressions, pre the surest proof of their Hindoo origin, says Wide Awake. Some constantly in the mouths of these shabby, shiftless wanderers are to be found La the Vedas, the oldest sacred hymns in existence; others are in (common use today in India. A friend of mine once told me she was learning Romany as a {beginning to the study of Sanscrit and Hindoostanae. RUSSIAN MUSIC. How It Was Murdered br a Baw Native

Vocalist. An amusing incident occurred at the Carnegie library the other day at an hour when there were but few visitors in the gallery where the ^erestchagin collection is oi} exhibition, says' the Pittsburgh Press. Alexander, one of the Russian attendants, slipped behind the large Daghestan rug that concealed the piano from view and began to play a Russian tune with one finger. His patriotism earned him away to the extent of causing him to accompany the tune with his voice. Now, Alexander is a nice gentlemanly sort of a fellow, but all the good breeding and upright principles will not give ^ man a good voice. The result of his vbcal attempts was a rasping noise which was aggravated by the gutterals of the Muscovite idiom. In this manner the would-be singer hauled up “For God and for the Czar,” “The Red Sarafan," “From Alcals I Jtost Part,” etc., from the recesses o*iis memory. As the tender recollections inspired by his song crowded upon him his lay grew louder and wierder until his notes were not unlike the discords of a dime museum cannibal or of an Arapahoe ghost dancer. A little girl accompanied by her mother was looking at the pictures in the room next to the piano. At the first sounds she pricked up her ears and asked: “Mamma, what is that?” Her mother was unable to tell. For awhile they ^stened attentively and by no means rapturously. Suddenly the little one ran up to her mother, clung to her skirts, and exhibiting all the symptoms of extreme terror exclaimed: "Oh, mamma, let us run; one of the Russian! must have broken lpose.” A Watchmaker’s Tradition. There is a tradition among watchmakers that prior to the year 1S70 all clocks and watches were made with IV, the proper characters to mark four o’clock. In that year a clock was made for Charles V. of France, who was not only a crank, but a great faultfinder. The clock was a beauty, but Charles had to find fault He examined it crib ically and finally broke out in a storm of rage because the hour four had been marked “IV.,” insisting that IIII’s should be put on instead. This was done, and in order to perpetuate a king’s mistake has been kept up ever since. Tourists, Whether on pleasure bent or business, should take on every trip a bottle of Syrup of Figs, as it acts most pleasantly aud effectually on the kidneys, liver and bowels, preventing fevers, headaches and other forms of sickness. For sale in 50c and $1.00 bottles by all leading druggists. The locomotivo fireman, no matter how high he rises, always has tender recollections.—Pittsburgh Post. One Mighty Truth, Far more immutable than Sie laws of the Modes and Persians is this, Health is the blessing, priceless, above ail others. Without it who shall succeed? Small ailments, temporary indigestion, constriction of the bowels, a chill, inactivity of the kidneys may, aye, do culminate disastrously. Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters checkmate these m short order. A confidence game is a sort of an imposing ceremony.—St. Joseph News. THE MARKETS. NEW York. M ircll 30. 189L CATTLE—Native Steers.* 4 45 0 6 30 COTTON—Middling. @ 9 FLOUR—Winter Wheat. 3 60 a 5 75 WHEAT—No. > Red. 1 15%® 1 17% CORN—No. 2. 78 a 79% OATS—Western Mixed. 67 0 62 FORK—New Mess. 13 00 0 13 50 ST. LOUIS. COTTON—Middling. REEVES—Choice Steers.. 5 Shipping. 5 HOGS—Common to Select.... 4 SHEEP—Fairto Choice.. 4 FLOUR—Patent. 4 XXX to Choice. 3 WHEAT—No. 2 Red Winter.. 1 CORN-No. 2 Mixed .. OATS—No.2.. .3.. RYE—No. 2. . TOBACCO—lugs. 1 Leaf Burley. 4 nAY—Clear Timothy.: 10 BUTTER-Cboice Dairy. EGGS—Fresh. PORK—Standard Mess. BACON—Clear Rib. LARD—Prime Steam.. .. WOOL-Choice Tub. CHICAGO. CATTLE—Shipping. 4 HOGS—Good to Choice. 4 SHEEP—Fair to Choice. 4 FLOUR-Winter Patents. 4 Spring Patents.. .. 4 WHEAT-No. 2 Spring... .. CORN—No. 2. OATS—No. 2 White. PORK—Standard Mess. KANSAS CITY. CATTLE—Shipping Steers... 3 HOGS—All Grades. 3 WHEAT—No. 2 Red. OATS—No. 2. CORN-No. 2. NEW ORLEANS. FLOUR-Higb Grade. CORN—No. 2*....,. OATS—No. 2. HAY—Choice. 15 PORK—New Mess. BACON—Clear Rib .• COTTON—Middling.. LOUISVILLE. WHEAT—No. 2 Red. CORN—No. 2 White.. OATS—No. 2Mixed. PORK—Mess... . 11 BACON—Clear Rib. COTTOJi—Middling..;.. 40 0 00 0 20 ® oo a 80 ® 10 0 oi%a 62%0 52 VS® a to a 5o a 50 23 8% 5 75 5 25 4 50 5 50 5 00 3 85 I 01% 62% 52% 90 5 10 7 00 a 13 50 a 26 a is ' a 12 oo a 6% a 6% a 33 5 65 4 75 6 00 5 15 5 00 1 00% 64% 52 U 75 80 a 590 25 0 4 50 .... 0 96 49% © '• 59% 0 60 61 53 0 12 00 0 6% 0 9

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