The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-03-01
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There was once supper that was so full Of
loye, aud glory, aud divinity, that nan has
ever since commemorated it. Ii was a sup
per Of Love- The table was surrounded by
tho holy men whose souls burned with love,
ani their eyes we're all turned upon One
Beamiug Face, and their hearts drank in
the great truths lie uttered. IL was a sub
lime scene Dreams are often not the mean
mglcss things we usually think them. A
dreamer dreamed one night, some weeks ago,
about supper But il was utterly antipodal
70 the Supper Of Love. The table appeared
similar, and in fact, all the accompanying cir
cumstances, seemed the same. But there
was no beaming look Of glory-no angelic
smle-no god-like brown heavenly light
of eve. Nor did those who sat at the table
seem happy. A icnd was Nesting in every
eve, and lurking in every heart, like gnawing
disease. They did not look at each other as
al brothers. nor as at all like the same race
Il beings As each one spoke, he scowled.
lie seemed like weed Of subtlest poison.
casting a noxiOus incense upon the arr all
abou; him. There were many, many more at
lais table than at that where the " beaming
face Of glory" was
II hate" said one, because | love 10 hate T.
There's nothing good in this world. l love
myself-but no moreno more hate ey-
erybody because-because-I hate them !"
II hate" said huge, burly black whis.
kered fellow, because men hate me. I'm
not innocent, and wouldn't be so ] hate 'em
all"
a sleek, white-necked, black-clOthed city
parson spoke next. " L hate the Rev. DIR.
Bobalink, because he is more popular than !;
because his church. as a church, has taller
steeplc aud a prettier pulpit ;--because men
call him pious and me only good Be
sides, he gets $500 more salary than l =.
Aud the preacher was about 10 pray that
his hate might be increased, but he was inter-
Iuptcd BY a man who sat opposite him -
II hate" said he, because / cannot help
H. I hate man because l hate God. | dis
believe everything. There is no truth In the
world nor in heaven. There is no heaven
aud no God. The idea of future existence
Is loathsome. Ask me 10 love men : Pshaw
why not dog as we'll ?" And he struck the
table an emphatic blow
No man can measure my hate" said
rll-nosed man, with vacant eye and ner-
yous arm; it might have beer different but
1r rum. | hate man because have made
myself brute. But there's one thing l love
love forever-that's whisky" And be
seized bottle Of liquid fire. and guzzled
dfaught TO drown memory.
4 pale woman in gaudy dress said she
hated man and woman, and God, and life -
Il am a ruined wretch, without hope in the
world, and why should loye2 They have
sl me from virtues path, and l walk in the
ways Of hell. have no soul but hate !"
Many others who sat at that horrid supper
q Hats told their stories. Occasionally a.
chorus of curses would rise like a song Of
lends: Il reminded one Of that wailing and
gnashing Of teeth spoken Of by him who sat
a the Supper Of Love. The spirit OF hate
seemed 10 hang over them like a cloud, and
envelope them In a Cimmerian darkness.
As they proceeded with their terrible orgy,
halo Of light seemed TO form above them,
and as they looked up they we're struck dumb.
Silently vision of glory was unfolded to
their eyes. Far above they saw table,
'Found which was seated thousands Of immor-
als, clothed iu raiments Of immortality. 10
Aelr midst sat lie whom they crowned with
horns and spat upoo. Golden letters gilt
cred in the clouds around the vision, and the
sfror-stricken hatcrs read such words as
sese God is Love-Love one another
gSme unto ne, all that are weary and heavy
-asn, and vii give you rest. !" FL
Tho haiers fell upon their knees, and as
W dean ended, they were all praying 20