Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-07-30
War---GlOry.

sibly disc in relation to the Mexican
invasion:
" But there is another reason WHY | was
angry at you, and why ! am angry yet. All
you literary editors used to be so tender
hearted and so refined I! You thought it very
cruel and vulgar for country editors 10 enter
tain their readers with accounts of /" horrid
murders, executions and confessions " and
lately nearly every one of the literary papers
have been nearly half filled with accounts of
Con! such horrid murders murders of in
nocent women, and poor, little, hungry chill
dren, on their own hearihstones-murders,
dreadful murders, of American fathers, and
brothers. and husbands, thousands of miles
from their own bright homes, where there is
none to close their eyes. and the wolves must
bury them Oh! it is very terrifying to
read OF those horrid, horrid murders /; and you
tell them with so much zest, and do not even
call them murders; just as if people could
Kill one another without committing murder.
But you all talk about glory, and brilliant
Victories, and say big, loud words that mean
nothing, until peoples heads are turned, and
they forget they are killing their own BROTH
er's and sisters. Mr., Editor, it would take
me a whole month TO tell how much | hate
glory! 1t is just a new name for that old
deity the Romans used to worship and call
Mars. We say they were Heathens, because
they worshipped things that were no gods,
or more gods than one; and just look at the
thousands Of temples Christians have raised
to this old god of the Heather! Is not eve-
ry arsenal, every fortress and war-ship a tenn
pie Of this Mars, or Glory, or whatever you
call him! Look at the millions Of money
which this horrid monster wrings from the
sons of toll. The English peasant cannot
get bread for himself and family for paying
tythes to Glory. The hateful old Cannibal,
he has eaten up more human hearts than
would build all the pyramids, if they had
been stone, and drank as much warm life
blood as would fill the Indian ocean; and yet
he cries for more And our own blessed
land of bright and happy homes, and glad,
free hearts, has gone to offer up her fearful
sacrifice upon his bloody altar. Our fathers
send their sons to die beneath the wheels of
his CORY chariot; and yet we talk Of Juger-
naut and the benighted Indian Mother, and
say that we worship one only living and true
God, and boast that "One is our father-all
we are brethren !" but we forget that He
says little children lore one another and
when Glory says "No, you must kill one
another" we do as Glory says.
Y on know Itold syonAbout John Smith,
He was at College TO learn to be a doctor, to
help people when they suffered pain; but
when it got to be more honorable to break
bones than to set Mem-to make wounds than
to heal them-John began to think nature
had made some mistake, and that he was in
tended for a goose, to be killed whether any
body would eat him or not. So he fastened
feathers on his head, because they would moi
grow there got a suit of gray clothes, with
yellow cord, like we make baby frocks o.
one color and cord them with another, with
stripes of yellow listing, like Daddy Nor
gan's garters, sewed down the side of his
pants ; put a tuft of wool on his shoulder; a
strip of white sheepskin across his breast,
with a little tin eagle, like a baby's patty
pan, on it; and fixed himself up, until he
could not have looked a Bit more like a fool il
he had been one. When he came to bid us
goodbye, and let US see how fine he looked,
poor old Mr.. and Mrs. Smith had like to &C
distracted. But what difference did thai
makel Glory wanted a meal-he had beer
hungry for a long time-he wanted some
widows and orphans made in Mexico, anC
must have childless fathers and mothers here
They were afraid it would break my heart
but if | had a heart that would break abou
any one who is so willing to break hearts,
WOulu pOuUu u VI iutU lllllC plGCCo n1oCIl
and be done with it.
He coaxed me, until | shook hands will
him, for farewell; but his hand felt like
cold, Shiny snake, and hope | shall neve
touch it again; for | have looked at mine
hundred times since, and thought it had let
a blood mark. He had not shed any bloc,
then, but he showed that he was wiling
He has helped to beat down Vera Cruz sine
then; and | never think of him now but
see a black-eyed girl, with jetty hair, cling
ING, in wild terror, to the bosom of her love-
for fear John will kill them both and Will
he holds her in his arms and tries to comfoI
her, a big shot comes and mangles up tn
beautiful head which was throbbing on hi
bosom, as he sinks down stunned and blind
ed with the blood and brains of her who's
ringlet he had worn as a talisman! | ca
see John come rushing in, covered with du'
and black with powder smoke, and dip hi
right hand into the rich, warm blood as
gushes up from her bosom John may was
his hand until he takes the skin Oft, but ca
never look at it without seeing that purp'
blood dripping from the ends of his finger
1t is no matter how soon | am eighteen, fl
shall be an old maid at any rate. / hay
grown old very fast lately, and if | keep o.
shall soon be a hundred. When | used
be in trouble, | went to Church but | ca
not 90 now, for | think our preacher is in tu
and Is laughing with one side of his face al
preaching with the other. When John and q
Of us used to be at Church, he would tell Il
Above YOUR enemies-bless them that cur;
you-do good TO them that spltefully use "
-be not overcome of evil, but overcome eN
with good " and he would just look as S
rious as if he was in earnest. never drear
ed he was making fun, until people began
go to Mexico to Kill folks they called en-
mics, and he thought it wasal right. VIII
news came that they had killed them, he 7
candles in his windows, to show how 81
he was men did not do as he bid them.
lie always tells US that people who are l