Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1855-07-06

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| A blight will be upon his life-a wiLhered
brain, an accursed intellect; blight will
be on his children and on his people
Great God, how dread the punishment
A crowded populace, peoPling the dense
towns where the man Of money thrive'
while the laborer starves; want sLridine
smong the people in all its forms Of terror
and ignorant and God defying chuckline
over the miseries of millions; proud anC
merciless nobility adding wrong and heap
ing insult upon the robbery and fraud; roy
atty corrupt to ths very heart, and aristoc
racy rotten to the core; crime and wan
linked hand in hand. and tempting men t.
deeds of woe and death-these are par
of the doom and retribution that come up
on the English throne and the English peO
pie.
Soldiers-I look around upon your ia
miliar faces with strange interest To-
morrow morning We will go forth to the
battle-for need tell you that your un-
worthy minister will march with you invok.
ing Gods aid in the fght-we viii march
forth to battlel Need l exhort you to fight
the good fight. to 6ght for your hOmesteads,
your wives and children?
Ny friends, l might urge you to fight BY
the CALLING memories of the British wrongs
Walton--l might tell you of your father
butchered in the silence Of the night on
the plains of Trenton; might picture bis
grey hairs dabbled in blood; | might ring
his death shrek in your ears. Shelmire-
! might tell you Of a butchered mother,
and sister outraged; the lonely farm
house, the night assault The roof in flames,
the shouts of the troopers as they dispatch
ed their victims, the cries for mercy and the
pleadings of innocence for pity. ! might
paint this all again in the vivid colors Of
the terrible reality, if l thought your cour-
age needed such wild excitement.
But know you are strong in the might
of the Lord. You will march forth to bat
tie on the morrow with light hearts and
determined spirit, though the solemn du-
ty-the duty of avenging the dead-may
rest heavy on your souls.
And in the hour of battle, when all
around is darkness. Ii. by the lurid cannon
glare, and the piercing musket flash, when
the wounded strew the ground and the
dead litter your path-then remember, SOL
diers, that God is with you. The eternal
God fights for you-be rides on the battle
cloud, he sweeps onward with the march
of the hurricane charge-God the awful
and infinite, fights Cor you, aud you will
triumph.
They that take the sword shall perish
by the sword
You have taken the sword, but not in
the spirit of wrong or ravage. You have
taken the sword for your homes, for your
wives, for your little ones. You have TAX
en- the sword for truth, and justice, and
right, and to you the promise is-be Of
good cheer for your enemies have taken
the sword in defiance of all that men hold
dear, in blasphemy of God-Lhey shall
perish by the sword.
And now brethren and soldiers, I bid
you all farewell. Many Of US may fall in
the battle to morrow. God rest the souls
of The fallen. Many Of US may live TO tell
the story of the fight tomorrow, and the
memory of all will ever rest and linger on
The quiet scene of this Autumnai night.
Solemn twilight advances over the val
ley, the woods on the opposite heights fling
their long shadows over the green of the
meadow; around US are the tents Of the
continental hosts, the suppressed hustle of
the camp. the hurried tramp of the soldiers
to and fro among the tents, the stiffness
and awe that marks the eve battle.
When we meet again, may the shadows
Of twilight be flung over peaceful land.
God in Heaven grant it. Let US pray.
Prayer of the Revolution.
Great Father. we bow before Thee; we
invoke Thy blessings, We deprecaie Thy
wrath, we return Thee thanks for the past,
we ask Thy aid for the future. For we
are in times of trouble, oh. Lord, and sore
beset by foes, merciless and uupitying.-
The sword CLEANS over our land and the
dust Of the soil is dampeRed with the blood
Of eur neighbors and friends.
Oh! God of mercy, We pray Thee to
bless the American Arms Make the man
Of our hearts strong in Thy wisdom, bless
we 5eSeech Thee, with renewed life and
strength our hope, and Thy instrument, ev-
en- George Washington; shower Thy coun-
sells on the honorable, the Continental
Congress; visit our host, and comfort
the soldier in bis wounds and Affections,
nerve him for the fight, prepare him for
the hour Of death.
And in the hour of need, oh, God of
Hosts, do Thou be our stay; and in the
hour of triumph, be Thou our guide.
Teach US to be merciful. Though the
memory Of CALLING wrongs be at our hearts
knocking for sdmiitance, that they may gil
US with the desire of revenge, yet let US,
oh, Lord, spare the vsnquished, though
they never spared us, in the hour of butch
cry and bloodshed.
In the hour of death, do Thou guide US
to that abode prepared for the blest; so
shall we return thanks unto Thee through
Christ our Redsemer. God prosper the
cause. Amen.
The SHORTEST SERMON EVER PREACH
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