Litchfield enquirer., 1859-08-04
A CHRISTIAN sTANDARD-BEARER.

das Iscariot went out and hanged himself pious hands cut down the body and gave to it decent burial but we learn from profane history that flowers were found upon the tomb of Nero, and weeping woman was seen to kneel upon the the grave of Robespicrre So more modern tyrant has bis disinterestett admirers. Dag zlcd by certain striking but mcrctricious quall- ties, and forgetfnl of his gigantic crimes, Louis Napoleon finds adulators among people whom we can only acquit of loving wrong from per verted moral sense at the expense of their judgment. If not absolutely wicked, it is only because they are absolutely weak
 Among those men, more, pprhars. to be piticd than blamed, are the conductors of the New York Observer That emi,,ently pious sheet recognizes in the French usurper the Maj, 2 of the Age. He has made four great con- quests. First himself, then France, next Rus sa, and then Austria. How or when his first great victory was obtained, we are not told nor does the Observer seem to know. But France he conquered not by arms, but by the power of his name and will" In the strug- gle with Russia, it is rather reluctantly admit ted, that he had the aid of England. But Austria has been subdued by his single hand and head. Our dcvout contemporary, in an epigrammatic style worthy of Bombastes Fa- rioso when apostrophizing his boots, describes the Man at the head of two mighty armies, planning the whole campaign of Italy, keeping his own counsel, marching to meet an over whelming foe. giving them battle, and compel ling them to flight. Then Che pauseS." i" Again, by some masterly stroke of strategy which is not explained, he meets the enemy who had fled before him, but whom he did not deign,to pursue, and again that enemy is de- feated. And yet third time is this brilliant feat of arms repeated. The soldiers are naught. Generals are naught. Marshals are nanght. There is nobody bu. Napoleon, and the Austrians fly before his terrible face and . his all-conqucring arm. Napoleon is in the the fercest of the fray He does not hesitate to expose his own life. In the consciousness of it's value to France, to Europe and to liber ty, he rides into the storm a"d is unlurt. :" Napoleon toujours Napoleon! "The Man of the Age l"
 We like an honest enthusiasm we do not object occasionally to an epigrammatic, can even forgive highfalutin"'. style. But wc submit whether for minister of the Gospel of the Prince of Peace, for the columns of jour nal eminent for it's evangelical pety, that is not, so to say, putting little tco fine point upon it. Our piety, like Dr. Johnson's, is nothing to speak of. We do not pretend to possess either nerves or moral sensibilitics that are easily shocked But we cannot help entertain ing the reflection, whether this extravagant laudation, this enthusiastic admiration of a cruel and interruptions butcher of his fellow creatures are exactly in accordance with the Gospel of St. John.
 The causes and the consequences of this war, we take it, may be told in q very few words. Six months ago, Louis Napoleon, having made some necessary preparatory arrangements with Russia, determined to pay off an old Napole- ouic debt by humiliating Austria and aggrand- izing himself The national feeling of the Ital- ians, ripe almost for a revolution, offered him the ready means He put himself and his ar my, which was literally "spoiling for fight" at the head of the threatened revolution, to turn it away from it's proposed purpose and to compel it to serve his own. He has succeed ed. It is not the Austrians, it is not the French, it is not the Pope, it is not the Prince of Tuscany and Modena, but it is the Italian people who are put hors du eombat by the war in Italy. The Emperor of France returns to Paris and to his Empress after pleasant sum- mer campaign, "planned by himself," and in which he keeps his own counsel" covered with such glory as war brings, leaving behind him three new vassals, the King of Sardinia and the Princes of Tuscany and Modena the Emperor of Austria returns to Vienna, some what humblcd it may be, but not much shorn of his power the Head of the Church of " one hundred and thirty-nine millions of individuals, without counting little Mortara," sings Is Deunu in St. Peter's for his great deliverance ]; but on tue plains of Italy are Sixty Thousand dead men, black with the smoke of gunpowder and gary with blood, done to death that this Man of the Age might sit more safely upon stolen throne. And among these ghastly forms of murdered men sits the Genius of Italian Libtrty weeping over her chains new rivited aud her opportunity lost. Fash the stench from such battle fields rises not more rankly to Heaven, than the smell of that piety, which sees anything to praise in such gigantic vil- lainy, goes up to the nostrils of God.
 Tae spirit of such an article in religious journal is simply atrocious. But it would not be complete in The Observer unless rounded off with cant. Before Napoleon conquered countries, before even he conquered France, we are told he subdued himself But The Ob- server remembers to remember that the man had antecedents--a past" which no Rc- publican will defend" Was it thinking of that triumphant march over the bodies of forty thousand murdered Frenchmen to the throne of France? It is not worth while to stop to inquire the date of that greatest work" of self subjugation which preceded his other great victories, for we can easily pardon sacrifice of consistency to rhetoric when truth lies bleeding, and the most wicked and the most interruptions of modern tyrants is held up as the Providential Man of the age by the organ of the largest sect of Christians in country of thirty millions of people. The impiety of a writer whose selfassumed duty it is to hasten the reign of Him whose kingdom is not of this world. and who came to preach peace on earth