At this place of sacred memories the people stand in a large semicircle looking towards the eastern hill, as a symbol of their devout faith. The ministers and trombone choir stand apart, and the service proceeds with song and responsive readings. The atmosphere of reverence and hope pervades this company on the chilly morning of early spring, as they confess their faith in the glorious resurrection and celebrate the triumph of their loved ones in Christ. The appearance of the sun over the hill is the signal for the outburst of a hymn of adoration and praise, to the accompaniment of the trombones. This Easter service, begun in the church and concluded in the cemetery, is a memorable occasion, attended by thousands from all parts of the country, as has been done for many years. It is a testimony to a virile and victorious Christianity which sings, “Christ the Lord is risen today, Hallelujah!” Here is a fine Easter anthology from a sermon by Dr. George Elliott in _The Methodist Review_, which reminds us of what Hymn Writers Tell of Heaven “Listen to Cardinal Newman, the Roman Catholic, as in the delicately beautiful poem, ‘Lead, Kindly Light,’ he dreams and speaks about the time when: ‘The night is gone And in the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.’ “And then Isaac Watts, the Nonconformist, has no gloomy view when he says: ‘Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be.’ “And John Fawcett, the Baptist, who has written the very finest hymn of Christian fellowship, ‘Blest Be the Tie That Binds,’ sings for us: ‘When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again. From sorrow, toil and pain, And sin we shall be free; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity.’ “And Muhlenberg, the Episcopalian, joins in the chorus that the poet-choir are singing, and lifts his gaze to that heavenly country, and exultantly sings: ‘Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.’ “And Bonar, the Presbyterian, will not be left behind as he sings of the land ‘Where none shall beckon us away, Nor bid our festival be done; Our meeting time the eternal day, Our meeting place the eternal throne. Then, hand in hand, firm linked at last, And heart to heart enfolded all, We’ll smile upon the troubled past And wonder why we wept at all.’ “And best of all, Charles Wesley, who doubtless has been appointed to lead the choirs of heaven when the angel chorister is tired, sings for us, and with us: ‘Come, let us join our friends above That have obtained the prize, And on the eagle wings of love To joys celestial rise: