Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1870-08-20

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2 bg'o,l, It's haRi' dripping with fTAIsrnsl
gore, and iIs demoniae laughter sounding
Like the sommingling Of the cry Of the
starving orphan sni the moan e woman
rhyss beet beloved gashel ani maEglel,
Il iosI for The colt Nhere the Geld msoh
loeks down uTon y SILENT and deserted
battlefield. The wise ruler eXhausls every
.....- - .Va.tin4 he slFs..l saAaa,ftN At
war; and the ehsplei binding The brow Of
= hero in the sacred cause 81 peace Is
greener .hl brighter THAI ,he laurels Of
Cyrus or Alexander, Let poets sing aud
orators drclaim to hide the repulsi's linsa'
menis Of Mars, BIZ, Truth esh ,enl his
disguise, ani Christian tnAn must turn
fruu, The blood, stained COL In horror All
that one Of AibiOh's greaies, men has
styled ia ret,nant Of The angel still" In
man, shudiers, when the mind but con-
jures up the phantom Of war; aud the
pure heart grows faint and sick in con
temptation OF the carnage that Is now
drenehing with life's crimson tide, ehblns
f,om French aud rrns,ian bos m, the
ensanguned plains In the sweet valley Of
the Rhine. Even as We write, the vine
clad hills and sunny wales OF Germany
and France are brisiling with bayonets,
and at this moment, no doubt, the grand
old woods, somewhere IN those old lands
beyond the sea, are rcyerberating with the
roar OF cannon, the rattle OF musketry
aud the groans Of the wounded and dying.
fhe .e,ls yf kings must be atoncd by the
sacriiicc Of hccatouhs of men, the tcars Of
woman and the suITcrings of orphans.--
Two men-Bismarck, of Berlin, nni Napo'
leon, Of paris-bad men, for whom the
horril jaws Of Cerbcrus, the Fri headed
dog at tiic gateway of hell, are ngapc-arc
shaking the world with the tread Of their
lcgions. Bismarck has infused an I'M.
wonted elan into his usually cool, rhlcg-
matte counirymcn; and Napoleon has
kept France full Of national pride and
martial spirit-and that country now hugs
her old glory as fonlly rs when her infan.
Try camped on tho banks Of the Gundal-
uuiytr or when her cuirassers watercd
their wnr-worn stceds in the Visula and
Danube. The dark war cloud Is hanging
over Germany and France at this hour,
but the storm will burst over all Europe
and we may look for battles compared to
which Eylnu and Shiloh were but ms the
ancient strifcs with catnpult and scimetar
and spear. All these battles are to be for
what . .fcv men call "honor.' Bah! honor
is not today what honor was yesterday, or
will be tomorrow. 1t feeds upon public
opinion and is as tickle as its food. Sad
it is indeed that Germany and France must
be made charnels and drnped in woe to
decide by the sword question Of "honor"
between Bismarck and Napoleon We be-
lieve the days Of the present Empire Of
France are we'll nigh numbered. The star
of Louis Napoleon, like that of the lone
exile of Helena, will set in blood and
madness. Another republic may rise on
the ruins of the Throne but alas! for the
fiekleness Of the French it will be The vic
tim of corp detai, and some now unknown
prince will be regnant until his sense of
"honor" shall precipitate another bloody
Revolution. Alas that the feuds Of crazy
kings should bring want and mourning TO
the peasants cot, and drag earths purest
and best from homes of peace TO be slaugh-
tered like beasts on the field of battlc!-
Such a war rs that which has lately been
inauguraed may destroy, not only what is
called "the equilibrium of Europe" but
that of the world. Our people now feel
secure. But moment before Vesuvius
vomitcd the food of fire and lava that de-
stroycd them, the denizens Of Pompeii and
Herculaneum dreamed only of pleasure
of "nniad and of song-Hyblas thyme and
Tempes violet" Our bad rulers may yet
embroil us, but God in his mercy forefend.
We have been where Mars and Moloch
held their highest carnival, and amid the
crash of shells and all the horrible satur-
MALTA that demons give TO battle, have felt
rs delicious thrill-while our blood was
hot-as ever lover felt in his lady's bower
but when the strife was over and the faces
of the dying were wan in the moonlight,
and the groans of the wounded mingled
with the weird plant of the bird Of night,
we could but curse the sad fate that tore
our comrades from homes Of peace and hap
pincss TO die in the wilderness, unnoticed
uncarcd for and unknown, save by and to
the waiting and watching wives and
children who were afar, unconscious of
their loss. We love our country, and feel
jealous of her rights; and should the foot
of invasion press her soil, and million
swords leap from their s;abbards at her
call, ours should not slumber in its sheath.
But, if there is one prayer that we could
breathe into tho evcr-listening ear Of God
Nth MARI aincerifv and rraater unction