Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-10-06
From the Christian Citizen.
DiSmantled ArSenalS.

We love to contemplate the ruins Of those
black-looking war-factories that were wont to
pour forth a stream that gladdened the fell
lest spirit that ever breathed on this green
world. There they stand in haggard desoia-
ton, like things built before The sun was
made, and unable to bear its light; or like a
bloated, ragged drunkard before a mirror with
a thousand angel faces in it. Still and cold
is now that terrible, mysterious e~nginery that
turned the best things nature ever made for
man into lava-streams Of hot poison, that
burnt his heart up with fierce, inhuman pas
sions. And those coiled, coppercolored
worms are dead-the greedy metallic snakes
that d%evoured whole fields of yellow grain a
day, the bread for which a thousand widows
prayed, and piled their lean fingers at the
midnight hour. They are dead and when
they died, their fiery malignant ghosts, I trow,
were expelled the fellowship of better spirits
in the bottomless pit, that could not brook
their alcoholic breath. They are dead, the
skulking reptiles! that, halfburied in the
earth, poured invisible their rivulets ofblight-
ing ruin into the fountains of human happi-
ness and life that stung to death, in the sun
niest walks of youth, hopes that took hold of
heaven, Of earth, of the love and JOY Of a
thousand hearts. They are dead and the
stream is dry that fed the veins of Wal with
hot vitality. And, next, that monstrous Cor
gon will die. Depend upon il, War never
had in its DEVILS heart any other blood than
rum. Nay. its heart itself is but a vast dis
tillery, keeping its huge veins and arteries
full Of that fiery fluid. The vat of ferment-
ing grain and cane juice is the stomach of
War, and the still-worm its ~viscera. These
are the nutritive and digestive organs of the
great red dragon and for this-like other
lra-ono Eillod IN tho oldan tipooc-if rnuct
be mortal /; for rum is mortal, and all its fiery
fountains will dry up, while the earth is full
of springs Of water pure and sweet as that
which the sinless Adam drank out of the
hand of God.
Will war die! War that claimed the i'm
mortality Of Death and SIM Yes; and
Death, and Sin, and Satan, will live to weep
over the grave of their renowned confederate.
And such a funeral |! me-thinks | see it now.
The earth, sea, and sky, are vibrating with
joyous emotion, and there is ~gladness in the
heart of every living thing. The dust of
fourteen thousand million Of human beings
butchered in the battlefield, stirs into life
and form and up springing from their coral
graves and caverns fathomless in the sea,
myriads of human skeletons leap upon the
land and clap their bony hands in triumph,
and around the globe runs the exulting glib
Der OF ~ the SneeleQ uedO, l0dt the pIedt DE-
srRoYER has fallen. And yonder, methinks,
there rolls a sea, full fifty fathoms deep-a
dark, dead, salt sea of tears, fed by the out
let's of a hundred thousand millions Of human
eyes that wept at Wars doings. And now
a wailing wind, a monsoon of widows and
orphans signs moves over the briny deep,
and lifts its bitter waves in sympathy with
the worlds jubilee. And Labor, wan, de-
iected Labor, at whose veins the monster fed
f runs up and down the green hills e~xulting tc
see the curse removed. And redhanded
! slavery, the eldest thing Of the leprous beast
lets go from her palsied hands the bonded
millions she held with iron grasp, to throw
their letters into the grave of war, and shout
for Joy with all the sons Of God, that man is
free. And all beings that live and love the
= face of man, the face of n~ature-that love &c
. look up into the pure, peaceful sky, and or
: the peaceful sea, and fields and Aocks-thai
love 10 ommune with the silent harmonies
: Of the great creation, and listen to the music
of unreasoning %things-all these fill the heav'
ems with one jubilaie! that the great CANNI.
F., BAL is dead-the great MAN-EATER, that whet
{ ting his appetite on the flesh of Abel, ate up
: a large portion Of the human race, and ensla.
: we'd the rest to cater to the apPetites of its
wolfsh nav. E.B.
Any sin committed in jes. is greater thar