Some beautiful morning, and I think it will be on the Lord’s day, the people will rise up and cast about for the day’s doing. At eight o’clock the Sunday excursion hoves in sight, it stops at the station, you have bought a ticket and the conductor cries: "All aboard," but there is no room inside, seats all full and aisles are crowded, even. the platforms are crowded. But at 10 a. m. there comes a long train of carriages filled with young people. Who are these and where are they bound? This is the Sunday school outing. But see, see! What meaneth that army of young men dressed in uniform, all in a bristle and quiver? Well, that is the Young Men’s Christian Association, in battle array for the national baseball game! And the hosts of Christians gone to the fishfry and to the family reunion; and these many buildings along the thoroughfares in the cities, crowded with well-dressed men and women, while peals of music are heard by the passersby. What are these gatherings? Well, they are picture shows and cheap theaters. And the hotels and the saloons are crowded, the city parks are filled—yes, and the boats upon the rivers, and the ships upon the seas are crowded with the masses of pleasure seekers. But we saw a modest building on a private street, in whose steeple there was a bell ringing, and we saw a few modest looking people assembling there. Who are they? Well, they are called Christians; they represent the church!

And in the twinkling of an eye the awful sound of a trumpet is heard. Look up! Behold! A multitude of angels are flying through space, the music these beings are making exceeds an hundredfold, any music we have ever heard. The trumpet sounds again and again and at the seventh blast the graves open and the dead come forth. The righteous are changed and caught up to heaven, a sea of flames envelop the earth, the righteous are carried to heaven, the wicked are sent to hell and the curtain falls.