singing her morning anthem to the great Creator; and, as if in glad
sympathy with the happy bird, the many and varied voices of nature
united in celebrating the resurrection, not only of the sun, but of all
things, for it was Easter Sunday morning.

Forth from the dwellings of a small Moravian village issued a band of
simply attired folk, who wended their way through the green fields and
up the hillside to a spacious wood, where was located a quiet
graveyard, in which gigantic linden-trees stretched out their leafless
branches, forming a graceful network overhead.

In the centre of this lovely spot stood an immense stone cross, the
sign of that Lord whose resurrection was to-day celebrated with the
sound of trumpets and the voices of the people.

A feeling of holy joy seemed to reign in every heart, as the crowd
stood grouped around the base of the cross, gazing with reverence at it
as it now shone bathed in the glorious radiance of the risen sun.
Presently the music ceased and the soft echoes died away among the
distant hills, while a clear, manly voice in the midst of the
congregation proclaimed: "The Lord is risen!" "He is risen indeed!"
replied each one joyously; after which the first speaker advanced
nearer to the cross and addressed a few words to the people:

"My dear brothers and sisters, in accordance with our usual custom, we
visit to-day our beautiful cemetery, not to mourn for our dead, but to
rejoice that our Lord has risen from the grave to give us eternal life;
for with Him shall rise all those who follow in His holy footsteps here
below. Therefore, as we put not on the garb of mourning, let us not
grieve in our hearts when we think of our loved ones who have gone home