Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1862-02-12
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our land; let its herring curse. ten thou
sand times worse an the hot Simeon OF
the desert, or thQlsgues of Egypt, de-
stroy all that's edeemiug in religion,
beautiful in holins and admirable in MOI
rality but let thechampions and %lovers
of the reformationhich we have expous-t
ed still wear the spotless livery. TheI
tide will ebb agaiwhen We shall advauce
nearer its margin and build eternal BARI
riers to chafe its fning pillows. Cities,h
towns, hamlets q villages may mark,f
like old Sodom an Gomorrah, the deso-l
lating path of thbeson ; the debris oil
shattered i~ntellect immortal minds, andl
once stalwart, mar frames, shall tell oil
eternal blight, butts mad career shall bel
checked.
Stand by your doris! The religion oil
Jesus Christ exceed, u cause Is theI
most holy and Godike the world has eVerl
known since the Ct Of Bethlehem shoneI
upon the plains oJudea. 1t has been al
| little more than d uarter of a century,
| since its first note truck in with the rl-
bald songs of baccbnalian revelry, and
who can now nuDer its triumphs III
When it first hoiste the veil that shroud-
ed the ranking cotuptions of %intemper-
ance, and exposed le demon in all its
horrid deformity, b scales fell from the
eyes of men, and tby lifted their hands
to Heaven with ~holporror, crying for de-
liverance. The dFy bones of the valley
were moved-bore ,ent to its bone !; SIM
ews waxed strong steel, and the con-
victed and convertedstood up an exceed
ing great army. Nine-vats, brewerles
and distilleries we're ried up, lquor- shops
persisted for custom, he waste, places BIOS
somed like the rose lad streams OF mercy
and universal glad1es flowed fast by the
Oracle of God. It whregarded as the most
glorious victory of titne over vice man
had ever seen, and lid its friends remain
ed true to their obiations, blessings as
mighty as the rivelsand ~exhaultless as
the soil would have fGed down, an ever
growing richness to al future generations.
But like every other Evolutionary struggle
in which man has e9e engaged, our cause
has been cursed by fcreant and apostatt
sons. Thousands Onc reclaimed, return
ed to worship the fale god Of the wine
cup, and to swell the losts Of our enemy
and by superior forceFe were beaten back
"Hercules himself must yield to Odds
But an ever glorious consolation cheer
. our sparse numbers, I'd though we be few
we have a strong a~llyl4a
t "And many strokes, though Nth a small axe,
. Hew down and fell the hardet timbered oak
Stand by your colors9 And as you Sc
: this hell-born monster Gulting, with fen
dish maIevoIence, over his triumpha
: march, breaking fathers hearts, blightinI
$ parental hope, making wives widows. chil
q dren orphans, paupers and beggars-fllin
the land with idleness, disease and crime
-crowding jails, peaisentiaries, poor
houses and asylums-defaming benevo
e lerce, scorning love, hating virtue, an
I. slaadering Understanding the fathe
to butcher his offspring, the husband
massacre his wife, and the child 10 grin
the parricioal axe in short, as you loo
upon him blasting the whole earth, burn
ing up man, consuming woman, cursip
God ard despising Heaven, let your hear
Is burn with pious n dignation, and YOU
NJ hands clutch tighter round the hilt
l. your faithful sword, preparatory to a fer
fe and endless conflict
ID Stand by your %colors! The reaue
e> tide shall soon begin its course. Me
~ women aud children will soon raise ne
be cries for deliverance from the overpowi1
ne food.
be The land smokes with blood. There
at a crimson glare by hearth and saloon.
c. The cry of murder rings out on the mig
he air, and the clots of its slaughter are thi
ne upon the morning altar. The active he
We of our country are belching violence a
of death. Midnight assassination stril
hands with monday butchery, and toge
,o> er lift boldly their smoking hands to
ere public gaze. Half chilled corpses are
me the desolate hearth, and innocence wall
is and sobbing upon lips which are cold f
M ever. The enginery of the pit, driven
apt the power of the people, rolls on in inf
'di> nal granduer, and grinds to ruin the m
dened hosts. The greenest, hottest sa
len ~tuaries of earth are wasting hour by h
by public sanction, and hopes Of earth
rye Heaven buried forever under the blast
OTIS, scoria of the lava flow. The land is Fl
with woe, rottenness aud death. And
> l the people have not suffered enough!
annual CONSUMPTION of the accursed tr
and must be met. Pauperism and crime L
es," have fresh hosts. There are hungry gr
to gorge, worms to fatten, and hell to
ctor felt. "On with the slaughter" shout
ould Legislators and demagogues, and the Pc
rom respond amen. There are still HON,
d of be desolated. hopes 10 blast. and sou