At Appleton Chapel last night Rev. John Cuckson took for his text the famous words of Jesus which begin, "I am the resurrection and the life."

There is a soul in man, a subtle, indefinable force which constitutes our indestructible individualities, and by which we are known to ourselves and to each other. There is no limit to its upward growth, no boundary to its expansion; and the Bible story shows us that it is this soul which alone is immortal. The surest way to become convinced of this immortality is through our affections.

If a man stood alone in the world, he might well come to believe himself mortal; but as wings are prophetic of flight, so are the loves of a man prophetic of a higher, better existence to come. When life has gone from one whom we tenderly love how could we stand up and live did we not believe in mortality? We cannot help feeling that we have only seen a part, that something remains behind, something which is not evident to the reason, but which the eye of affection clearly discerns. So surely as we loose what we love, does hope mingle with our grief, a hope which is but the conviction of immortality.

The choir sang the anthems: "Oh, the golden, glowing morning," by r. H. Warren: "I am He that liveth," by Oliver King; and "Come see the place where Jesus lay," by H. W. Parker.