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Los Angeles, Cal., April 8.—At this
lea son of the resurreefion of nature
the preacher takes us back on a sacred
pilgrimage to the scenes of the first
Easter day, the text chosen being
Matthew xxviii, <5, "Come, see the place
where the Lord lay.”
The world’s most sacred shrines are
the vaults or cathedrals which cover
the bodies'of the honored dead. When
the American tourist alights in the
London depot to begin the exploration
of the British metropolis one of the
first places he visits is Westminster
abbey. He does this not because West
minster abbey is near to the parlia
ment buildings, where assemble the
legislative bodies of the British em
pire. He does this not because its
stones form the most beautiful archi
tectural coronet of England. He does
this because for years—aye, for cen
turies—the greatest dead of the British
realm have been buried there. Not
only do we find England's kings and
queens sleeping within those stately
walls, but we find there the bodies of
some of the greatest poets, dramatists
and musicians, painters, warriors and
s'atesmen, whose closed eyes‘cannot
bo opened, whose ears cannot be filled
by the many thunderings which the
•'itiest of capitals roars about those
silent graves.
When you cross the channel and go
to thi* most beautiful of all modern
cities, the French capital, what jour
ney do you first make? Do you say.
“Let tv; get a carriage and drive out
upon the boulevards and ride up the
champs Tdysees and see the Arc de
Triomphe?" No, not if you are like
most Amerii n tourists. You want to
sec where tin* great dead sleep. You
wish to go to tiie Notre Dame, or to the
Madeleinfe, or to the Pantheon, or to
that greatest of .1! tombs where sleeps
the mighty Napoleon. It is said that
when Charles Y. of the Netherlands
and Spain was about to be buried a
courtier of bis son a»nd heir, King
Philip, stepped forward and lifted a
rod and struck the casket as he said:
“The king is dead! He shall remain
dead. lie is dead, and there is another
risen up in his place greater than he
ever was.” But though that may be
true of Charles V. it Is not true of
Napoleon I., the warrior. Napoleon,
the soldier, is dead,'but another soldier
greater than Napoleon-has not risen in
his place and in all probability never
will arise. No wonder most tougists
seek the mausoleum of the little Cor
sican. What is true of the tombs of
London and Paris is also true of Berlin
and St. Petersburg and Rome and
Egypt. The graves of the great dead
have, for the most of us, more fascina
tion than the palaeos and "the thrones
of living men, greater than their an
cestors thosgh they may be.
But though Caesar may travel hun
dreds of miles to stand at the tomb of
Alexander the Great, and Otto III.
went'far out of his way to open the
vault which contained the body of
Charlemagne, and Napoleon himself
went forth to find the- tomb of Caesar,
and"'I hough great may be our fascina
tion tor the tombs of great men, that
fascination is as nothing compared to
the yearnings that draw us to the fam
ily plots where sleep our own beloved
dead. The greatest compliment we
can pay to a living friend Is to ask
him to aevompany us to the last rest
ing place of a mother, a father, a
wife or a child. Because we have
loved our silent dead so much we ao
not wish any one to go to our family
plot unless our dear ones are sacred In
his eyes.
Mary at the Tomb.
Now, Mary Magdalene loved the Lord
Jesus Christ with her whole heart. He
was to her the divine being who for
gave her past sins. And as we s^e
her'going to the tomb of Christ on that
Easter morning we find' her taking
along one of her dearest friends—Mary,
the mother of James, who also loved
the Lord. These two women are wend
ing their way to Christ’s sepulcher
weighed down with a common sorrow.
As they come near to the tomb an
angel meets them and says; “Fear not
ye, for I know that ye s»>ek Jesus who
was crucified. He Is not here, for he Is
risen, as he said.” Then the angel
spake the eight words tp which I wish
to call your atteution in our medita
tion on the events of that Easter day—
‘‘Come, see th« place where the Lord
lay.” If a holy fascination drew Mary
Magdalene and the other Mary to the
tomb of a dead Christ surely It is im
portant for us to visit the rifled tomb
of a risen Lord. Easier day should
be the happiest clay of ufl the year to
us. It is the mighty day when the
Lord’s humiliations and services came
to their glorious eternal consumma
tion and Jesus became the tirst fruits
of them that slept.
Let us find out, In the first place, in
what kind of a grave Jesus was burled.
Let us see how his body was laid in
that crypt. The condition of his tomb
and of his clothes ought to tench us
just as many helpful gospel lessons as
his cradle of Bethlehem and the swad
dling clothes In which be was wrapped
as a newborn child. I suppose the eas
iest way to find this grave Is to have
Mary Magdalene for our guide. With
out some help we shall never And It at
all. The cemeteries or graveyards of
the far east are Just like the grave
yards of the west. They all new! n
guide to take* the tourists through.
“What?” you say. “I never thought
yt that Does Jerusalem have Its near
by cemeteries, as Brooklyn has Us
Greenwood and Philadelphia Its Laurel
Hill, Boston its Mount Auburn, Chica
go its Rose Hill, New York its Wood-
lawn and Paris its Pore-la-Chalse?”
Yes, and the amazing fact about the
Jerusalem cemeteries is that you can
distinguish the different graves there,
just as you can pick out the different
graves In Calvary cemetery of Long
Island. As you go through them you
can say, “Here Is the tomb of a wealthy
family,” or “Here is the family plot of
people who lived in moderate cireum-
stauces.” or “Here is a potter’s field,
where the poor are buried.” You can
tell all this by studying the tombstones
and the elaborate mausoleums and the
neglected graves. Now, as Mary Mag
dalene is leading you and me among
the tombs and graves which surround
Jerusalem to the grave of Christ, much
to my surprise she does not go toward
potter’s field or to the place where the
poor are burled. She directs her steps
toward a beautiful garden, in the cen
ter of which a magnificent tomb has
been chiseled out of the solid rock.
This must be the tomb of a very rich
man. As she goes-along I feel that she
Is beside herself with grief, aud I say;
“Stop, Ma&y; stop! You are going the
wrong way. This is not the tomb of
Christ, who died a patiper; this is the
tomb of one of the wealthy men of the
east.” Then Mary turns, with a sweet
smile, and says:
Buried an a KIiik.
“Nay, friend, 1 am not wrong. Christ
may have lived and died a poor man,
but be was burled as a king. Dost thou
not- know tlial Joseph of Arimathea, a
member of the sanhedrin and one of
the great leaders of the Jewish nation,
went and asked Pilate for Christ’s
body after it was dead and that Pilate
gave it to him? And dost thou further
more not know that Joseph of Arima
thea took Christ’s body and buried it in
his own family vault?” "But,” I again
say, “how couid Joseph do that? Jesus
did not own a particle of clothes when
he died. The soldiers even gambled for
the coat that he wore on his way to the
cross.” “True,” says Mary. "True, but
didst thou not also know that, as one
rich man gave Christ his own v toinb in
which to be buried, so Nieodemus, an
other rich maip furnished the funds
whereby Christ’s body was appropri
ately arrayed for the rich man’s sepul
cher?” Do you think that these words
which l have put Into the lips of Mary
are purely Imaginary? Then read Mark
xv, 43, “Joseph of Arimathea, an hon
orable counselor, who also waited for
the kingdom of God, came aud went in
boldly unto Pilate and craved the'body
of Jesus, and he gave the body to Jo
seph.” Then turn to John xix, 39, “And
there came also Nieodemus, who, at the
first, came to Jesus by night and
brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes,
about a hundred pound weight. Then
took they the body of Jesus aud wound
it in linen clotues with the spices, as
the manner of the Jews Is to bury-.”
Now, what is the deduction of these
two thoughts? Why, as Nieodemus.
the^rich man, gave the expensive spices
with which to preserve Christ’s body
for the burial, and as Joseph of A!rima-
thoa, another rich man, gave Christ
his sepulcher for the burial, therefore
it means that all the rich men of the
world aud all the brains of the world
shall yet stand by the empty tomb of
Christ and declare him Lord of lords
and King of kings. Oh, my friends, I
am glad Christ’s cradle was in a man
ger. That proves that Jesus came a
Christ for the poor and the outcasts,
the sorrowing and the alllicted. But I
am also glad that Christ’s dead body
was wrapped In the spices of a Nico-
demus and laid in the family vault of
a Joseph. That symbolizes to me this
other fact that some day all the
mightiest men of earth shall yet ac
claim him not only the risen Lord, but
also their Redeemer and Friend. May
that glorious day be not far distant!
It is said that just over his study desk
at Hawardeu William E. Gladstone
had these words framed a'nd hung upon
the wall: “Thou wilt keep him in per
fect peace whose mind is stayed on
thee.” So may all the great and hon
ored men of this day find their perfect
peace in a risen Lord, as Nieodemus
and Joseph of olden times honored film
at the sepulcher.
Another Startling Fact.
But as we approach a little near to
the rifled sepulcher we find another
startling fact. “The body of Christ Is
gone!” you say. Is that the startling
fact? Oh, no. I expected to find the
body gone. All historians have alluded
to this one fact. I expected to find the
body of Christ gone. Next I want to
call your attention to the fact that the
graveclothes were lying in the crypt.
Just as they were put there by Christ’s
friends when Jesus’ body was laid
away in the tomb. “How can these
things be?" you ask. Then you realize
that stones and doors and barred win
dows were no barriers for him. When
Jesus arose on 'the first Easter morn
he did not come forth, as did Lazarus,
bound hand aud foot with graveclothes.
tie did not get uji, as we do of a mora-
Ing, by throwing the bedclothes from
off our bodies, but he arose silently,
swiftly. He arose, and the graveclothes
were left in Just the same positions as
Christ’s friends had placed them.
“Come; see the place where the Lord
lay.” Let me read to you from John's
story, “And ho, stooping down and
looking in, saw the linen clothes lying
• • • and the napkin that was about
his head not lying with the linen
clothes, bnt wrapped together in a
place by itself.” Christ arises, moves
out of his grave garments and moves
through the stone walls of his prison
and yet does not change the position of
one stone. Only the great stone at the
entrance was moved, and that by an
angel.
What Is the significance of all thto
It means that when we are
we shall leave all earthly associations
and infirmities behind. We shall Bat
arise with a struggle^ bat we shall sim
ply move quietly out of ail the strug
gles, all the heartaches, ail the suffer
ings of this world. It means that when
you get up at the trumpet blast of
resurrection your buck will never ache
Again, your head will never be weary,
your heart will never bleed. All these
sorrows and trials of earth have had
their mission In fitting us for the fu
ture life, but when that life comes the
mission of Paul’s thorn in the flesh
shall he forever done away with. Oh,
the glorious day when we shall he
emancipated from our binding grave
clothes, which have always been the
symlKd of sin and of sorrow and of
earthly parting! In heaven we shall all
have new wearing apparel. Would you
like to catch a glimpse of the garments
of the resurrection? “Who are these
which are arrayed in white robes, and
whence came they?” Is asked In the
apocalyptic vision. “These are they
which come out i of great tribulation
and have washed their robes and made
them white in the blood of the Lamb.”
Glorious, glorious is to be the change
of our resurrection garments. Thank
God that, like Christ’s, our binding
shrouds of earth shall be left iu the
sepulcher and be exchanged for the
coronation robes of heaven.
Every note with wonder swell.
Sin o’erthrown and captive hell:
Where is hell's once dreaded king.
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?
Angel* at the Tomb.
There Is another startling fact about
this emptied sepulcher to which most
people give but little heed. That facf
does not deal so much with the emptied
crypt, emptied of Christ’s body, as that
the angels of God were watching by
that silent tomb. In the last chapter
of Matthew we read that an angel of
heaven descended on the first Easter
morn and rolled away the stone that
was in front of the door of the tomb
and sat upon it. This was the angel
who was speaking to the Mary Magda
lene of my text. In the twentieth
chapter of John we read that there
were more angels than one there.
There was “one at the head and the
other at the feet where the body of
Jesus had lain.” There may have been
two angels, three angels, a hundred
angels—aye, a thousand angels—about
the tomb of the risen Lord. Because the
disciples did not see them all that does
not prove they were not there. In'oth-
er words, I want you to grasp this
great truth: As the angels of heaven
came to the manger to slug Christ a
farewell song, so, at the open door of
the tomb, 1 want you to see the angels
coming to sing to the risen Lord a glo
rious Easter song of triumph. Angels!
Angels! Angels at the birth of Jesus—
angels at his resurrection.
Now, ns the angels had such u large
part to do lu the earthly life of our
Lord Jesus Christ the question which
comes to our mind is tins: “Who are
these angels? If they were important
to Christ's life, are they Important for
ours?” Augeis are mentioned at least
280 different times In the Bible. They
were important to the lives of Abra
ham and Isaac and Jacob aud Moses
aud Joshua and David and all the oth
er mighty servants of God fn the Old
and the New Testament, and tEey ( ure
important to our life as they were to
Christ's. When we shall arise from
our graves God will send his angels to
greet us as he sent his angels to greet
Christ. We may be pardoned for won
dering if the heavenly messengers who
shall stand by our open graves willoe
those dear ones who have gone beyond
and have come hack to earth to take
us to our celestial home. We wonder
if the messenger who will open our
closed eyelids on our first Easter morn
shall be mother or father or brother or
little child. Ix>rd Jesus, who art thou
going to send fo us at that time? Will
It be one of our loved ones who Is to
be thy messenger?
Who Are the Ansels?
If you have stood by many deathbeds
you know that when the Christian is
dying, if he is of a clear mind, he Is
very apt to see his dear ones beyond
and to recognize them and even to call
them by name. When I was a young
pastor in Pittsburg one of the dearest
girls of my church fell sick unto death
with consumption. She grew weaker
and weaker, hut her mind was perfect
ly clear. A short time before she died
Jennie looked up aud said, “Mother,
there are grandma and auntie, and they
are coming for me.” The mother
thought her daughter was lu delirium
and bent over the side of the bed and
said, “Jennie, Jennie, do you know
me?” “Why, of course, I know you,
mother. I am not out of my mind. Do
you not see them? Grandma and
auntie are coming for me. Don’t you
see them? And they are singing now.
Cannot you hear them singing? And,
oh. the music is so sweet.” Have not
you had such experiences in your own
family life?
When the great Henry Clay was
about to die he looked up, and sud
denly his face was radiant with a
smile as he called: “Mother! Mother!
Mother!” Who will say that his moth
er did not come as God’s messenger to
meet him at the grave? Remember,
an angel, in the Scriptural sense, is a
messenger of God. Christ had his an
gels at the Easter tomb, and we, top,
shall have ours. Will they be our own
dear ones? O God, we are so anxious
to see some of them that It does seem
we cannot wait any longer. We want
to hold the dear hands and kiss the
dear lips. Father, send them to us If
It be thy will. Let their redeemed
spirits hover over our dying pillows.
Let them come soon to take us to thee.
Angels! Angels! Angels at the man
ger 1 Angels at the emptied tomb of a
risen Lord!
But there is still another startling
fact about this Easter tomb to which
I would call your attention. That Is
the gasden surrounding It. In ninety-
nine times out of a hundred, when you
have pictured this tomb of Joseph of
Arimathea, it has been In the midst of
a garden. Then you have turned to the
I
books of Biblical lore and studied the
flora of the springtime in the Holy
Land. These writers huve told you
that in March aTid April tlj<*re are flow
ers everywhere about Jerusalem. The
valleys are covered with them; the
hillsides are covered with them. They
push their golden heads between the
crevices of every rock. And when you
think of this angel of my text greeting
Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother
of James, you flilnk of him with piled
up banks of roses on every side and
amid groat white calln lilies, as senti
nels lifting up their heads to keep
watch, and amid great hosts of carna
tions and bluebells and sweet violets
and jonquils and tulips and orchids
and dahlias and asters and pansies and
heliotropes and wistaria. You say to
me: “I do not care whether there are
oriental flowers or no. When I think
of the garden surrounding Christ’s
tomb I think of the most beautiful of
all flowers, aud Hmmi I say Joseph’s
garden was like those Gowers and not
only like them, but far more beautiful
than they.”
It Was a Wrecked Garden.
You are right, my brother. No gar
den of the western hemisphere cati be
as beautiful as the garden of the Pal
estine hills, where Christ was buried in
Joseph’s tomb. But, alas, you would
be very much in error If you thought
this garden about Joseph’s tomb wag
beautiful when Mary Magdalene and
Mary, the mother of James, entered it
on that Easter morning. If you would
go with these women there you would
find the lilies and the roses and all the
other flowers trampled down. It was
once beautiful, hut now It Is a wrecked
garden. This beautiful garden looks
as though it had been uprooted by a
herd of swine or knocked down by a
pelting hailstorm, \yhat was the mat
ter? No sooner did this angel of the
resurrection appear and Christ come
forth from the tomb than the Roman
soldiers fell down like dead men. They
fell flat among the flowers. Then, as
soon as they recovered from their
swoon, they rose and in wild terror
fled. Those flowers were torn from
their roots on crushed as though a herd
of stampeding cattle had jammed their
boofg into them. What lesson do we
therefore learn from these crushed
flowers lying around in the wrecked
garden surrounding the tomb of Joseph
of Arimathea? Why, this is the lesson:
If we can only bring our risen Lord in
to touch with the intrenched armies of
sin he will scatter the Satanic hosts as
he made the Roman guard drop before
him in the stmrise burst of that first
Easter morn. Oh, my friends, will this
not be your purpose, that Christ may
triumph over all the forces of evil in
trenched in our city streets?
We can never rid this world of sin
unless we make the risen Christ our
leader and companion. Almost every
where we turn, even among the beau
tiful flowers about the tomb of the
dead Christ, we can hear the hiss of
the serpent, the topeh of whose fang
means eternal death unless the wound
Is healed by divine medicament. Bish
op Meade relates how one day he was
out walking in a beautiful garden with
a young lady. “Oh, bishop,” she cried,
“look at that lovely flower!” With that
she reached over to a bush heavily lad
en with the most exquisite roses. She
reached far forward to pluck the most
beautiful of all, when suddenly out of
that bush there darted the fang of a
snake and fastened Itself upon her
arm. So in the world about ,us. Even
in the most beautiful of flower gardens
we find the Satanic serpents wriggling,
twisting, hissing, as the Roman guard
was encamped about the tomb of Jo
seph of Arimathea from “black Fri
day” to Easter morn. Oh, my frfends,
will you not strive to bring forth this
risen Christ and let him make sin un
der the flash of his eye crouch and
trample and die?
A Beautiful Legend.
And, ifbt Is important to let the risen
Christ come forth to scatter sin out of
the hearts of the human race, how
much more Important is it to let him
come in touch with onr own hearts and
make us pure and true and good and
noble and Christian! There is a beau
tiful legend told that many years ago
a poor, blind pilgrim was journeying
toward Jerusalem, the City of Peace.
Afler he had been many days and
weeks and months on his way he met
another traveler going that way. This
stranger said, “Friend, submit thyself
to me, and I will guide thee to the City
of Peace and give to thee whatsoever
thou wilt ask.” After the twain had
journeyed on for some days more, at
last the pilgrim, utterly wearied, turned
and said, “Oh, good friend, thou who
bast said that thou wilt do everything
for me if I submit myself to thy will,
open for me my blind eyes.” The
stranger said: “I will. ‘Blind eyes, be
ye opened!’ ” Instantly the blind man
opened his eyes, and he saw that he
had been walking, along the edge of a
precipice. And he saw that his guide
was Jesus Christ.
Lord Jesus, at this Eastertide we are
pilgrims. We are journeying to the
New Jerusalem, the City of Peace. We
are Journeying thither by the way of
the garden, In the midst of which
stands a rifled tomb. W’e are blinded
by sin. We are lost, and we want a
guide. O thou Christ, who didst ap
pear unto Mary Magdalene, come to
our rescue! Open our blind eyes. Cry
unto us as thou didst to the sinful wo
man of old: "Thy sins are forgiven
thee. Go in peace.” Grant us this
prayer, O Jesus! And may thy angel
who spoke to Mary Magdalene and
Mary, the mother of James, speak to
os In thy name the glorious message of
our sins forever pardoned and fosever
past!
[Copyright, 1906, by Loula Klopach.J
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dress, Binghampton, N. Y., on every
bottle.
Rhode island Reds and
Mammoth Bronze Tnrkeji,
t '-€'4
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Rhode Island Reds either rose or sin
gle comb prize winners. Pen No. i, 15
Eggs #2.00; Pen No. 2, 15 Eggs /1.30
Mammoth Bronze Turkeys, 9 Eggs $3.00.
E, R, CASH, Gaffney, S. C.
Mch. 16 2 mo. la. w. pd.
For 313 Days at Post,
I have served the people here for nine
years and hope to serve them nine more
I have plenty of fine Beef and Pork, fine
mixed double ground Sausage, Country
Produce, Cabbage, Potatoes, Sweet and
Irish, some fine seed Potatoes, Onion
Sets, Garden Seeds of all kinds, Dried
Fruit, Apples aud Peaches, fine Naval
Oranges, Lemons, Can Goods of all kinds,
Jellies, etc. White Beans and mixed
Beans, three quarts for 25c. Pickles in
Barrels and Bottles, Heavy and fancy
Groceries. Goods delivered promptly.
’Phone No. 60, the up-to-date market.
Yours for business,
L. W. McGuinn.
MURRAY
IRON
MIXTURE |f
Now is the time to take a spring
tonic. By far the best thing to take
is Murray’* Iron Mixture. It makes
pure blood and gets rid of that tired
feeling. At all drug stores
or direct from|
The Murray Drug Co., Columbia, S. C.
MOVED.
I have moved my wood yard next
to the power house, and am prepare
to furnish wood cut In any length
for stove or fire place. ’Phone, office
176, residence 67.
V. I. SPURGEON & CO.
March 13 1 mo-pd.
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Promote* a luxuriant growth.
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Heir to Us Youthful Color.
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