The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1860-02-23

n mlaefy That flae ~ tho view III every ii.
feeiioh ihe melancholy truth forces Itself
upah aur minds, that earth Il destitute n
happiness, In tho true aense NJ The word,
~ the very moment oar first parents wefe
lanlshed from The garden ~ Eden. the
earth In accordance With The emphatic de.
claralion oI God was indeed cursed. A.
soon ne they turned their faces from the
sacred spot, which had once been their home,
the flood gates Of misery were opened wide
aud an overwhelming tide Of human sorrow
rolled iis dark and bitter waters over our
beautiful earth. The bllghting influence Of
the curse Is visible In every department of
oreatioh---rrom the masterpiece Of Gods
workmanship down 10 the yilcst reptile that
erecps in the Dust Therree trees. instead
Of blooming In perpetual Spring, soon seat.
ter their scared foliage to the winds Of Au.
tamn. Instead Of sweet flowers refreshing
MS with their fragrance. noxous weeds have
sprung up. the noisomc odors Of which iaint
the mir wc breathe. In whatever direction
We turn our eyes, we behold the dcplorablc
consequences of mans disobcdcnce in tho
early decay Of everything which once af.
fordcd the greatest enjoyment. On the
pages Of History il is written in dark char.
ac,ers: Mah was made to mourn.
Sum over the records Of antiquity, and
lameniable pictures stand out on every page
in CORY gloon. Our imagnstions are earri.
cd back to scenes OF dcsolation. We see the
cleaning swords glistcning in the bright
rays Of the sun. We hear the deatcning
roar Of the cannon. aud the piercing shricks
Of the dying, who are hurled without mo.
ments warning beyond the reach Of mortal
power. We see human beings falling in
promiscxsus heaps. And when night throws
her sable evrtain over the bloody scene, the
dismal howls Of wild beasts strike mourn
fully upon oxr ears. But tho miscries of
war are not coS6ncd TO the immediate Vi
cini,y ia which the battle is fought. Far
away from the direfal spot, where the bones
Of the warrior bleach, its legitimate eonse.
quenccs are felt. Tho same edict which
prcclaims to nation the news Of . glorious
victory, strikes death-blow to the hopes
Of thousands and piercss the hearts Of mill.
ions Of sufferers. The bon6res that cause
the hosoms Of some to swell with pride and
patriotism, to others they appear to cast a
glare over the distant grave. vhsrc father,
brother, or q husband sleeps, and long
after the dews Of heaven have vsshed out
from the battlefield all traces Of blood, the
wrctched orphan wauders in . fricndless
world, the widow weeps for her lost compan-
ion, and the brokcn-hesrted maiden sings
her mournful story to the tameless winds.
But We need not ransack the volumes Of
history to find pictures Of human sorrow
and distress. Gould We, to-day, but behold
every su6ercr, wewould be astonished at the
spec,aclcs Of misery, that would everywhere
bs visible. The traveller over burning sands
lies perishing for water; another, in the
ffoaen lands Of the fFigid sonc IL shivering
amid mountains Of ice. The reeling vessel
Of the sailor on the sea is lashed BY the
waves and rocked BY the winds; tho storm
howls around, the fosming billows dash high
against the staggering ship, and the wreck.
ed seamcn sinks down in the depths Of q
wstery grave. The poor beggar 10 humbly
and pitsously asking morsel Of bread "a
prolone . wretshed existence. The invalid
Is rscked With pains, scorched with fevers
and longing in vain to rise from his bcd ol
sickness. 70 yhsteves spot W turn osI
attention, the svful truth d eosroborased
i st., man sv~s vusda to ,,os,vo Tha svsdsca.
es ere thick aropnd ~. Death and disease
the elsnesss Il misery. Ihs elosisss Kial
If The Hsss, q h chsses swsy ths shslsl
Il night, and rise. sbove he horisoa, light
cp :ssses Of dseol.sicn, distress end q, r.i.'
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