EXCERPTS.—There is something very grand and sublime in the scripture doctrine of the resurrection. Confine your view to a single individual case. That body, so pale and motionless, breathless, we deposit in the earth. Soon all apparent coherence of parts is lost. The flesh shrivels—the bones are disjointed—the whole and wondrously adjusted fabric is loosened, till at last it is undistinguishable from the clods of the valley. This is mortality. Dust returns to dust. But as the clarion note of the resurrection bursts on the astonished world, the mouldering clay vibrates with life, the bones are marshalled into order, sinews and tendons, flesh and form appear, the eye begins to sparkle, and the whole frame springs up in the vivacity of being.—Sel.