143 of the dead opened — the foundations of the great deep bared, and the dead, who had slept from time immemorial, bursting their bonds, start up in promiscuouss crowds, shak- ing off the slumber of ages, and awaking to endless joy or hopeless misery. " Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, If things eternal may be like things earthly, Such the dire terror when the great Archangel Shakes the creation." The Judge will then appear; the man who stood at Pilate's bar, the once afflicted, perse- cuted, and slain Jesus. But O, how changed! In majesty terrible, he descends with a shout, with the voice of the Archangel and the trump of God ; ten thousand thunders roll before him ; his precursors gleam far and wide over the heavens; myriads of dazzling squadrons of bright angelic spirits attend him to his burn- ing throne. Hallelujahs and acclamations of joy strike the lofty dome, and shake universal nature. o just nor adequate conceptions can be formed of the vastness and splendor of this august tribunal. The thrones of the sceptered Caesars, the arbiters of worlds, with all the pomp and magnificence of the universe dwin- dle into insignificance, vanity, and nothingness in comparison. Innumerable companies of angels and archangels, cherubim and seraphim, hang in rich and glorious clusters around it.