body. If you will ponder, for a few moments, the facts of a resurrection, you will probably allow that the power which must be exerted in order to the final resurrection of every man's body, is more signal than that displayed in any spiritual renovation, or in any of those divine operations which we are able to trace in the visible universe. You are just to think that this framework of flesh, in which my soul is now enclosed, will be reduced at death to the dust from which it was taken. I cannot tell where or what will be my sepulchre—whether I shall sleep in one of the quiet church-yards of my own land, or be exposed on some foreign shore, or fall a prey to the beasts of the desert, or seek a tomb in the depths of the unfathomable waters. But an irreversible sentence has gone forth—"dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return"—and assuredly, ere many years, and perhaps even ere many days have elapsed, must my "earthly house of this tabernacle be dissolved" rafter from rafter, beam from beam, and the particles, of which it has been curiously compounded, be separated from each other, and perhaps scattered to the four winds of heaven. And who will pretend to trace the wanderings of these particles? There is manifestly the most thorough possibility, that the elements of which my body is composed, may have belonged to the bone and flesh of successive generations; and that, when I shall have passed away and been forgótten, they will be again wrought into the structure of animated beings.
"And when you think that my body, at the resurrection, must have at least so much of its original matter as shall be necessary for the preservation of identity, for the making me know and feel myself the very same being who sinned, and suffered, and was disciplined on earth, you must allow that nothing short of infinite knowledge and power could prevail to the watching, and disentangling, and keeping duly separate, whatever is to be again builded into a habitation for my spirit, so that it may be brought together from
