The sermon by its able and handsome young rector, the Reverend Dr.Linford, was fraught with vital interest to every thinking man.

The Resurrection he declares to be a fact as well attested as the Brooklyn Bridge is to thousands who have never seen it--yet who are convinced of its existence upon the testimony of those who have.

Thus one who has never seen this bridge may be as certain of its existence as a man who crosses it twice a day.

In the same way, a witness to the risen Christ tells the glorious truth to his son, a lad of fifteen, who at eighty tells it to his grandson.

'Do you realise,' said the magnetic young preacher, 'that the assurance of the Resurrection comes to you this morning by word of mouth through a scant three thousand witnesses--a living chain of less than three thousand links by which we may trace our steps back to the presence of the first witness--so that, in effect, we have the Resurrection on the word of a man who beheld the living Saviour this very morning?
Nay; further, in effect we ourselves stand trembling before that stone rolled away from the empty but forever hallowed tomb.