Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1877-05-03
INTENPERASCE.

OAe'1ulHS uO"N tllc dScS, OliSutluS Tue
rosebuds, shriveling the grasses, scorch
ing the heart and blistering the soul, has
come lurid tongue Of flame which, heat
ed by the madness Of he'll, Las Kissed out
The tcrrors OF death, and dropped over all
the world a sea Of unutterablc despair. In
the darkness CT the midnight ii has glared
about the hearth stone wet with the weep.
ings Of wives, mothers, and children, and
has broDzed the beauty of earth with the
horrible cast of he'll. Twisting around the
altar Of the church it has wlthcrcd the
sweetest flowers that ever attempted to
bloom for the adornment of heaven, and
has fed death from the very waters of life
At the gate Of heaven itself it has glared
with appalling madness, and seemed like
an impossible wall OF flame between mis-
cry and bliss. Dripping burning drops
of agony into tie tcnderest depths Of with.
ing souls, they have heavcd with unutter-
able pain and called on God to blot them
from existence forever. This bligh,ing
ancc. Language has never been made
that can depict it in all its lideousncss.
Look on the stack Of skeletons that rears
its ghas,]y head-an insult to G;d-high
in the clouds and shapes the Whis,ling
winds into an utterance of whitening
|dcnunciation of the fiery monster that
guawed the flesh from those bones and
tossed them into the hideous pile; come
forth from hell yc Misunderstanding spirits
that were robbed Of heaven by the spark.
ling tcmptor, and cast the red shadow of
thy wrctchedness upon the faces Of the
living; graves, give up your fostering,
bloatcd millions, and stretch them in all
their rum-scorched ghastlincss and horri-
bic rottenness over the plains and noun
tain tops; come hitler, broken hearts and
torn, bleeding souls from the time of Noah
until to day; hold up your withered Lands
yc countless starving women and children
come all yc floods of tears, tina: scorched
where e'er they touched, and boil together
in one vast stcaming, sea,hing ocean; come
death, and hell, and agony, with your har
vest sarhercd from the still and the brew
cry, and let us mass t in q horrifying
picture, and let it tell what language never
can! Portray the work OF rum in SPEECH
As well attempt TO blow out the sun with
a breath. Not even the ragged scars aud
midnight of even single soul, that has
been torn by the bloody tallons Of this
cruel, hungry vulturc, and plowed by lie.
spair, can ever find description in any
language that was ever spoken. Yet
while hundred thousand suffered this
Vulnerable agony in this beautiful country
Of ours lost year; while the echo Of their
concert of despair as they huddled about
the gates of death, still rides every breeze
than fans our hills and sings through our
dclls, and quivers on every sunbeam that
dances on our church yards, and while a
hundred thousand more, with bloated
faces and bleared eyes, and tat'ercd char
actors, are making the land hideous with
their cries of helplessness as they struggle
IN the clutch o! death, men are deaf to the
horrible warning, and are slipping from
the same damning cup that made all this
Undesirable wretchedness. From every
station of life, from the palace and the
howell, comes the bleeding mangled vic
tins to this terrible curse, and standing
before the world with hopes bl,ghted and
characters lost, they point with their un-
steady fingers back t. the black waste Of
their past lives and cry in soul.harrowing
concert: 1--WE touched the accused thing,
and arc lost lost !! lost!"-[ Western Rural.