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The Boots I buy give wife and ‘OONZE LETTERS, [Children great satisfaction. if you want to astonish and please your family buy your next Boots at rat >: ‘ Aone Uther Genuine, DORSEY GOFF « CO,,’ Vet, Ch’tewa, March 23, 1985. 9 Ah Ae —~4p atee eeree emer A eee ee oe - ee ee ee eee This is true Liberty, when Free-Bormm Men, having to advise the Publie, may speak free.—Evairives, a a LAND, MONDAY, APRIL 26, 1886. a a te ee eee Srye ie Corres Two Cents er VOL, 18-—-NO, 130 TABERNACLE SERMON. “ Hastertide.” A DISCOURSE BY DR. TALMAGE. Brooxiyn, N. Y., April 25, 1886.—The Brooklyn Tabernacle was elaborately deco- rated to-day, both in platform aad galleries. Within the church a scene of rare beauty was presented, the platform being covered with flowers arranged in various devices and breathing forth a delicate aroma. The building was so crowded that the doors were held‘open by the pressure, and many persons were turned away, being unable to get further than the iron gates on the street. In addition to the usual artistes of the church, Mrs. Florence Rice«K nor sang twice. The opening hymn, in which six thousand voices joined, was :— "We Thee, , for t Hap D Cesar a ote Fors The subject of the sermon was ‘‘ Easter- tide.” Drs Talmage took his text from I Cor. XV. 20; ‘* Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firat-fruits of them that slept.” He spoke as follows :-— On this glorious Esster morning, amid the music end the flowers, 1 give you Christian salutation. This morning Rus- sian meeting Russian on the streets of St. Petersburg hails him with the salutation : ‘Christ is risen,” and is answered by his friend in salutation, ‘* He is risen indeed.” In some parts of England and Ireland to this very day there is the superstition that on Easter morning the sun dances in the heavens ; and well may we forgive euch a superstition which illustrates the fact that the natural world seems to sympathize with the spiritual. Hail! Easter morning. Flowers ! Flowera! All of them a voice, all of them a tongue, all of them full of speech to-day. I bend over one of the lilies and I hear it say : ‘Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they apin, yet Sulomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these.” [bend overa rose and it seems to whisper : ‘I am the rose of Sharon.” And then I stand and listen. From all sides there comes the chorus of flowers saying: “‘If God so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven. shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith }” Flowers! Flowers! Braid them into the bride’s hair. Flowers! Flowers! Strew them over the graves of the day, sweet prophecy of the restrrection. Flowers! Flowers ! Twist them intoa garland for my Lord Jesus on Kiaster morning. “Glory - ene and a a Son and te the y t; as it was inthe beginning, is now and ever shall be.” o Why, if a rainbow this morning had fallen and struck the galleries and struck the platform, the scene could not have been more radiant, Oh! how bright and how beautiful the flowers, and how much they make me think of Christ and His religion that brightens everything it touches, brightens our life, brightens our character, brightens society, brightens the church, brightens everything. You who go with gloomy countenance pretending you are better than I am because of your 2) perry, you cannot cheat me. You old hypocritic! Iknow you. Pretty case you are for a man that professes to be more than conqueror, It is not religion that makes you gloomy, it is the lack of it. There is just as much religion in a wedding as in a burial, just as much religion in a smile as in a tear. Those gloomy Chris- tians we sometimes see are the people to whom I like to lend money, for I never see them again! The women come to the Saviour’s tomb and they dropped spices all around the tomb, and those spices were the seed that began to grow, and from them came all the flowers of this Easter morn. The two angels robed in white took hold of the stone at the Saviour’s tomb and they hurled it with such furce down the hill that it crushed in the door of the wor!d’s sepulchre, and the stark and the dead ‘Ynust come forth. I care not how labyrinthine the mausol- eum or how coatly the sarcophagus or how- ever beautifully the family grounds, we want them all broken up by the Lord of the resurrection. They must come out. Father and mother—they must come out. Husband and wife—they must come out. Brother and sister-—they must come out. Our darling children—they must come out. The eyes that we close with such trembling fingers must open again in the radiance of that morn. The arms we folded in dust must join ours in an embrace of reunion. The voice that was hushed in our dwelling must be returned. O, how long some of you seem to be waiting—waiting for the resurrection, waiting! And for these broken hearts to-day I make a soft, cool bandage out of Easter flowers. Six years agothe night before Easter, I received an Easter card on which there was a representation of that exquisite flower, the —— creeper, and under it the words: ‘‘The trumpet shall sound and the dead shall rise.” There was especial reason why at that time I should have that card sent me, and I present the same congola- tion to-day to all in this house ; and‘who have escaped ! My friends, this morning I find in the risen Christ a prophecy of our own resur- rection, my text setting forth the idea thas as Christ has risen, so His people will rine, He the firet sheaf of the resurrection har- vest; He “‘the first fruits of them that slept.” Before I get through this morning I will walk through all the cemeteries of ards where your loved ones are buried,and i will pluck off these flowers and I will drop a sweet promise of the gospel—a rose of child’s tomb, the husband’s tomb, the wife’s tion of Christ we will at the same time hope, alily of joy on every tomb—the| If I should come to you this morning and ask you for the names of the great con- querors of the world you would say Alexan- der, Oxsar, Philip, Napoleon Ah, my friends, you have forgotten to mention the name of a greater conqueror than all these —acruel, » ghastly conqueror, He rode on a black horse across Waterloo, Atlanta and Chalons, the bloody hoofs crushing the | hearts of nations. It is the conqueror takes no prisoners. f ; across the hemispheres and fills it with the, carcasses of nations. Fifty times would, the world have been depopulated had not. God kept making new. generations. times the world would have swung lifeless through the air—no man on the mountain, no man on the sea, an abandoned ship. ploughing through immensity. Again and again has he _ this work | with all generations, He isa monarch as well as a conqueror ; his palace a sepulchre, his fountains the falling tears of a world. Blessed be God, in the light of this Easter | morning I see the prophecy that his sceptre shall be broken and his palace shall be de- mblished! The hour is coming when all who are in their graves shall come forth. Christ riven, we shall rise. Jesus, ‘‘ the first fruits of them that slept.” Now, around thie doctrine of the resur- rection there are a great many mysteries. You come to me this morning and say : ‘* If the bodies of the dead are to be raised how is this and how is that?’ and you ask me a thousand questions I am incompetent to answer; but there are a great many things you believe that you are not able to explain. You would bea very foolish man tosay: ‘‘I won't believe anything I can’t understand.” Why, putting down one kind of flower seed comes there up this flower of this color? Why, putting down another flower seed comes there up a flower of this color?}—one flower white, another flower yellow, another flower crimson. Why the difference when the seeds look to be very much alike—are very much alike? Explain these things. Explain that wart on the finger. Explain the difference—why the oak leaf is different from the leaf of the hickory. Tell me how the Lord Almighty can turn the chariot of His omnipotence on a rose leaf. You ask me questions about the resurrection I cannot answer. [ will ask you a thousand questions about every- -r life you cannot answer. I find my strength in this @: ‘‘All who are in their graves shail come forth.”’ I do not-pretend to make the explanation. You go on and say : ‘‘Suppose a returned misai dies in Brooklyn ; when he was in China his foot was amputated; he lived in Greenwood; in the resurrection will the foot come from England, and will] the differ- ent parts of the body be reconstructed in the resurrection? How is that possible ?”’ You say that the human body changes every seven years, and by seventy years of age a man has had ten bodies, in the resur- rection which willcome up? You say: “‘A man will die and his body crumble into the dust, and that dust be taken up into the life of the vegetable; an animal miay eat the vegetable, men eat the animal: in the resurrection that body distributed in so many directions, how shall it be gathered up?’ Have you any more questions of this style to ask? Come in and ask them. I do not pretend to answer them. I fall back upon the announcement of God’s word : “ All who are in their graves’ shall come ferth.” You have noticed, I suppose, in reading the story of the resurrection, that almost every account of the Bible gives the idea that the characteristic of that day will bea tsound. I do not know that it will be very loud, but I know it will be very pene- trating. In the mausoleum where silence has reigned a thousand years that voice must penetrate. Millions of spirits will come through the gates of eternity, and they will come to the tombs of the earth and they will ery: ‘‘Give us back our bodies; we gave them to you in corrup- tion, surrender them now in incorruption.” Hundreds of spirits hovering about the crags of Gettysburg, for there the bodies are buried. A hundred thousand spirits coming to Greenwood, for there the bodies are buried, waiting for the reunion of body and soul, All along the route from New York to Liverpool, at every few miles, where a steamer went down, departed spirits com- ing back, hovering over the wave. There is where the City of Boston perished. Found at last. There is where the President perished. Steamer found at last. There is where the Central America went down. Spirits hovering, hundreds of spirits hover- ing: waiting for the reunion of body and soul, Out on the prsirie a spirit alights. There is where a traveller died in the snow. Orash goes Westminster Abbey, and the poets and orators come forth. Wonderful mingling of good and bad. Wilberforce, the good; Queen Elizabeth, the bad. Crash go the Pyramids of Egypt, and the monarchs come forth. Who can sketch the scene? I suppose that one moment before that general rising there will be an eternal silence save as you hear the grinding of a wheel, or the clatter of the hoofs of a procession passing into the cemetery. Silence in all the caves of the earth. Silence on the side of the moun- tain. Silence down in the valleys and far out into the sea. Silence. But in a mo- ment, in the twinkling of an eye, as the archangel’s trumpet comes pealing, rolling, crashing across the mountain and sea, the ‘earth will give one terrificshudder and the graves of the dead will heave like the waves of the sea, and Ostend and Sebasto- pol and Chalons will stalk forth in the lurid the dead, through all the country eee and the drowned will come up and wring out their wet locks above the billow, and all the land and all the sea become one moving mass of life—all faces, all ages and | conditions gazing in one direction and upon one throne, the throne of resurrection. tomb, the father’s grave, the mother’s|‘‘ All who are in their graves shall come grave; and while we celebrate the resurtec- | forth.” “But,” you say, “ if this doctrine of the Rata Ws Geut rai f Ukdas Uaae nlp” ann bag, Oneat Von Gee foul vt years after in Bogleod: he is buried to-day | prey them that slept,’ Christ rising, a promise and a prophecy of the rising of all His people, can you tell us something about the resurrected body.” i can. There are mysteries about that, but I shall tell you three or four things in regard to the resur- rected body that are beyond guessing and beyond mistake. In the first place I remark in regard to your resurrected body, it will be a Death. He carries a black flag and he glorious body. The body we have now is i He digs a trench a mere skeleton of what it would have been if sin had not marred and defaced it Take the most exquisite statue that was ever made by an arlist, and chip it here Fifty and there with a chisel, and batter 1 here and there and then stand it out in the storms of a hundred years, and the beauty would be gone. Well, the human y has been chipped and battered and bruised and damaged with the storme of a thousand years—the physical defects of other generations coming down from generation to generation, we inheriting tie infelicities of past generations; but on the morning of the resurrection the body wil! be adorned and besutified according ‘o the original model, and thers is no such difference between a yymnast and an emaciated wretch in a lazaretto as there will be a difference between our bodies a; they are now and our resurrected forme There you will see the perfect eye after the waters of death have washed out the stains of tears and study. There you will see th» perfect hand after the knots of toil have been untied from the knuckles. There you will see the form erect and elastic after the burdens have gone off the shoulder——ilis very life of God in the body. in this world the most impressive thing, is the human face; but that face is veiled with the griefs of a thousand years. In the resurrection morn that veil will b> taken away from the face and the noonday sun is dull and dim and stupid compared with the outflaming glories of the counten- ances of the saved. When those faces of the righteous, those resurrected faces, turn toward the gate or look up toward the throne, it will be like the dawning of a new morning on the bosom of everlasting day! O glorious resurrected body ! But I remark also in regard to that body whieh you are to get in the resurrection, it will be an immortal body. These bodies are wasting away. Somebody has said as soon as we in to live we begin to die. Unless we begin putting the fuel into the fur- nace the furnace diesout. The blood vessels arecanals taking the breadstufis to al! parts of the system. We must be reconstructed hour by hour, day by day. Sickness and death are all the time trying to get their under the tenement or to push us off the embankment of the grave ; but, blessed be God in the resurrection we will get a bedy immortal. No malaria in the air, no cough, no neuralgis twinge, no rheumatic pang, no fluttering of the heart, no short- ness of breath, no ambulance, no dispen- sary, no hospital, no invalid’s chair, no spectacles to improve the dim vision ; but health, immortal health. O ye who have aches and pains indescribable this morn- ing; O ye who are never well ; O ye who are lacerated with physical distresses, let me tell you of the resurrected body, free from all disease! Immortal! Immortal ! I go farther and say in regard to that body which you are to get in the resurrec- tion, it will be a powerful body. We walk now eight or ten miles and we are fatigued. We lift a few hundred pounds and we ace exhausted ; unarmed we meet a wild beast and we must run, or fly, or climb or dodge because we are incompetent to meet it; we toil eight or ten hours vigorously and then we are weary; but in the resurrection we are to have a body that never gets tired. Is it not a glorious thought ? Plenty of occupation in heaven, I sup- pose, and Broadway, New York, in the busiest season of the year at noonday, is not so busy as heaven is all the time. Grand projects of mercy for other worlds. Victories to be celebrated. The downfall of despotisms on earth to be announced. Great songs to be learned and sung. Great expeditions on which God shail send forth His children. Plenty to do but no fatigue. If you are seated under the tree of life it will not be to reat but to talk over with some old com- rade, old times—the battles where you fought shoulder to shoulder. Jacob and the angel wrestled together. Jacob was not thrown because the angel favored him. But once get your resur- rected body and the angel could not wrestle you down. It is impossible to wrestle down the giants of God on high— strong, supple, unexhausted, mighty, im- mortal. Uh, is it not a glorious thought ! Sometimes in this world we feel we would like to have such as that. There is so much work to be done for Christ,there are so many tears to be wiped away,there are so many burdens to lift, there is so much to be achieved for Christ, we some- times wish from the first of January to the last of December we could toil on with- out stopping to sleep or take any recrea- tion or to rest, or even to take food— that we could toil right on without stop- ing s moment in our work of commend- ing Christ and Heaven to all the people, Bat we all get tired. It is a characteristic of the human body in this condition. We must gettired. Is it not a glorious thought that after a while, in the services of God, we are going to have a body that will never get weary! O glorious resurrection day! Gladly will I fling aside this poor body of sin and fling it into the tomb if at Thy bidding I shal! have a body that never wearies. That was a splendid resurrection hymn that was sung at my father’s burial : “So Jesus slept, God’s dying Son Passed through the grave and blessed the bed; Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne The morning breaks to pierce the shade.’ O blessed resurrection! Speak out, sweet flowers, besutiful flowers’ While you tell of a risen Christ, tell of the righteous who shall rise. May God fill you this morning with aatici- pations ! I heard of a father and son who, among others, were shipwrevked st wn. The Si et anny Oe en ae ore on aay aw ee a eal PE Pe LER eh eel eee _ ay fad riacerensertins ese: Rages eo tse, bute EAE. Findmeded=! ’ i w