The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1870-09-13 00:00:00

SISTERHOOD OF THE BLESsED

On Thursday night there was a special service of an
extraordinary and imposing character at St. Alban's.
lloibmo. on whieh ocension three toting persone wire
admitted to the Sivterhmot aat tie Guild of the Bles.eal
Virgin blare, and taut tie v. il the order. The
metric. commenced at Ilo'c!otk sod was oot coneturii d
liii nearly h•if-paat 10. At the rentmeneement • pro•
,ewion of young women. numbering about SO, all
Ireved in white veils and h!tie sashes. and preceded by
.banner. Issued from the left 'dale of the chanted, sing-
s orneesdon ii hymn "TI.. Itilgtims of the Night."
Following them were the el rer and officiating clergy.
The pricc.si.in wended its w.y eown ti.. !oft aisle and
on the centre, after which all tonic their respective
and the aelvioe for the occotion commenced.
The eten.ing twing al-to the Fenst of the Nativity of
tie files.., Vorgin, the rules of the order were read
over, and all rem w, d their vows. Among the rules
to tot ohseivad wetc the neeiving of the Communion
once a g.,116, cletetity. end The
setnion was pr. :Idled ity Mr. Mackamochie, who toot
for pt, at the eveand n 0,.. of It.. tecond chapter of
!1•1-11...t.h. :tong, "A. • lily among thern% no is nay
hat•• ome!.; tay. aveghtet IC At tn., concha-lon of to
IN noon three rohationory associates first fl ceived the
cm... cud. ri %UN. 111111 were afterward., eiowbed by Mr.
M.ieltenimhie with we atlas of roses and lid's. Lighted
t ato.r. nor. then howled to them, and they wa re again
vvcorted to their i lice.. Aft!** another prayer the
proccotit II M. ttleratied, and etpen mere'. d round the
aisles, the whole est ing hoguet• of flowers.

NR. SPURDWN ON IDE FRENCH AND
GERMAN WAIL

Mr. Spurgeon boa published a vigorous but rensible
%dare, to the Emperor . f the French and the King of
.'rus•Tia, 'Ouch that conelnoes :—" Di.' either of you
3.er think what war menus? Did you ever see a
mait's head emsalsed. sr his Wools ripped opm ? Why,
.f you ere made of tl eh and blow', tho siAt of one
paw woun"ed tin, with the bl,ol re zing out of him,
will tusk. you feel sink. I don't like to drown a kitten ;
I can't bear even to 1,..e a rat it, or any suitnal iu pain.
But snail! Wh.n.'s; your hearts if you can think of
broken legs, spliotered bones, heads stead. d ii., brain.
Wowed out, bowels torn, heart gipshing with gore,
ditcheT full of Hod.end he .pis of limbs Stint cci see of
mangled wen ? Do you ssy my Inn. tlll2. itill,nsting?
How i. mote sl..guating tista.t the thiews :hammier',
IK I And you tusk., them ! How soul I you like to get
a Inn int.. ys,ur palac ;prim and ran a earviog-knde
into hie bow.ls. or cut his throat ? If you slid that, you
would doss rve to be banged ; bob it would not be halt
P 0 bad as killing tem' of thousands, and you know very
swell that this it just what you are going to in. Di you
fancy that your drums and GU a sa.ul fathers aud
fineries, and pomp„ make your wholesale murder one
whit the leas abominable in the sight of G 0;? not
deceive yourselves', you are no better than the cut-
:Mu:bats whom your own laws sundown; better, why you
are worse, for your murders are so many. Think, I
pray you, for your poor people will have to think
shether you do or no. Is there so little want In the
world that you must go trampling on the harvest with
your horses and men Is there to little sorrow that you
most make widows by the thousand? I. death so old
awl feeble that you must hunt his game for him, as
jackals do for the lion? Do you imagine that God made
men for you to play soldiers with? are they only meant
for toys for you to break? 0 kings, their ands are as
pr, cams in God's sight a. yours, they suffer as much
pain when bullets pierce them as ever you c•in do; thee
have homes, and mothers and sitters, and their deaths
will be as much wept over as yours, perhaps more. It
will be hard fur you to think of the blood you have
elied when you lie dying, and harder stiU to bear the
heavy hand of God when he atoll east all murderers
into hell. Have pity upon your fellow men. DO, not
out them with sworda, tear them with bayonets, blow
them to pieoes with cannon, and them with
shots. What good will it do you? What have the poor
wen done to deserve it of you You fight for glory, do
you ? lam a plain-talking Englishman, and I tell you
the English for glory is DAM/6.1710N, and it will be yAtr
lot, 0 kings, if you
.go no toting atid h..cking your
fellow oleo. Stop this war if you can, at once, and turn
to some better business than killing men. Before the
deep curses of widows and orphans fall on you from
the throne of God, put up your hatcher knives and
Patent men•killers, and repent."