Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1865-09-07
which preosds the usrcifal collapse Of the frame
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rHE PATHS OF cHoLERk.


attacked BY cholera.
TIE PATHS OF cHoLLRk.
The pestiience il won't to roam in the paths
which are made for its progress. Cairo has
not /. drain in IL. dogs and the sun are the
oIly scsvsngers.a Alexandra. Oenstantinople.
and the cities of the Msditerrsnean are ssnsralIy
filthy. They make no preparation against dis
ease; and when IL comes, accept It's mission as
the dspensation OF Providence Cholera in
vades such places and makes havoc, as IL 10 had
been invited.
So far, the cholera has followed the same
route as in 1881. Ii has not, however, made its
way into Rassis and Poland, as at that time; but
followed steadily from Egyp, to Sicily, Italy.
Spain and France.
Bat it ia hoped from sanitary precautions 10
avert the pestilence. or az least TO mitigate It's
vrulence The latter is 70 be hoped. But evil
dences exist already that our own country 10 In
the peculiar stages Of preparation for is develop
nent. In many parts of the country dysentery
10 unusually malignant; 10 our cities cholera IN
fantum Stays its multitude Influenza, Group,
dipthsria and kindred diseases. indicating another
epidemic period, have disappeared TO great
degree and daily the evidence aecumuates that
the DESTROYER from the East will in few months
have come to our own shores
III oar SANITARY authorities have any improve
ments any preparations to make for the advent
OF the approaching epidemic, let them proceed to
put them into operation Foul vaults. cess
pools and stagnant water afford q resting place
for the infection, be it what it may; and crowded
houses are soon 70 be visited by pestllence.
Every thing which can promote health aud cheer
fullness should be done speedily.
Tx VOICE oF THE PEsTILENcz
The following poem. written a. long ago as
1881, on the approach OF the great cholera vis-
itation here OF 1889, 10 once more. we fear. APP
proprate:
Breathless the course Of the Pale White Horse,
Bearing the gastly form
Rapid and dark as the spectre bark,
When Il sweeps before the storm
BalefRily bright through the torrd night
Ensanguined meteors glare
Piercely the spires Of volcanic tres
Stream on the sulphuriOus air
Shades Of the slain through the murlerer's brain
Fit terrible and drear-
shAdowy and swift the black storm drift.
Doth trample the atmosphere
Bat swifter than all, WITH darker pail
or terror around my path,
l have arisen from my lAmpess prison
Slave OF the high Gods WTsth
A deep Voice went from the armament.
Ard II pierced the cares Of Earth
Therefore | came my wings OF hame
From the dark place Of my birth
And 1t said: go from the South to the North,
over yon wandering bali
sin is the King Of that doomed Thing,
And the sin beguiled must fall -
Forth from the Gate of the Uncreaie
Prom the portals Of the Abyss
From the caverns dim where vague Forms swim.
And shapeess Chaos is
From Hades' womb-from the ioyless tomb
OF Erebus and old Night
From the unseen deep where Death and sleep
Brood ia their mystic might
come-I come-before ne are dumb
The nations aghast for dread
Lo. have passed, as the desert blast
And the millions OF Earth lie dead
voice Of fear from the hemisphere
Tracketh me where fly
Earth weeping aloud for her widowhoOd-
A wild and desolate cryi
Throaes and domnions bene ath my pniOns
Cover like meanest things
Melt from my presence the pride and the peasance
OF paor- stricken kings
Sorrow and mourning supremey scorning,
Ny throne In the bOundess air
Ny chosen shrOud in the dark -plumed cloud
Which the whiTng breezes bearl
Was borne on the wings Of the morn
From the iunges OF Jessore,
Over the plain of the purple main
To the far Maurtan shorel
To the isles which sleep on the sunbright deep
or a coral paved sea;
Where the blue weller beneath the shelter
OF Heavens serenity
From the womb of the waters thirst for slaughters
rose that thirst TO safe
These green isles graves in the Of the waves
Their beauty Is desolsie,
From the wide Erythrean the noise Of my Pean
Rolled on the Southern blast
Eternal Taurus made answering chorus,
frsm the glaciers lone and vast!
Did | not pass his granite mass,
And the ridged Caucasian hill
Over burning sands-over frost-chained lands,
Borne at my own wild will!
Then bark 10 the beat of my Fastening feet
Thou shrined In the sea-
Where are thy dreams that the Ocean streams
Would be safely unto theef
Awaken J awaken my wings shaken
Athwsrt the troubled sky
Streams the red glance of my meteor lance
And the glare of my eager eye
Harken, oh harken my coming shall darken
The light Of thy festal cheer;
In the storm rocked home. on the Northern foam,
Nursing Of 0cean-hearl