The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-01-05

with the battle-gash of CherOnea and
PerSepOliS; and there goes Fernando
COrtez who left his OutcheTed armies
on the table lands where grew the fra
grant vanilla and spread the groves of
cocoa, and there the hosts of the great
Frenchman, who went down through
Egypt like one of its own plaques, and
up through Russia like its fiercest ice
5 blast. Our own century has not been
an exception. L appeal to the grave
trench under the shadow of SebastOpOl; 4;
or turning to India, point you to fall
en- Delhi and Allahabad, to the inhuman
SepOys and the regiments of HavelOck,
as they avenge the insulted flag of Brit
ain; and still later down until in our
land trench opened and swallowed
more than million of Northern and
Southern dead. Oh, the weary march,
Oh, the sorrow! Oh, the pangl Oh. the
Blood Oh, the maTtyTdOm Oh, the
deathl Since the first tTansgressiOn the
world has not thoroughly been at peace.
Wars, feudal and civil; wars, insurrec-
tiOnary and international. But brighter
than all this flash of shells and musket-
ry, | behold the light that fell
bray of trumpets, and the neigh of char
gers, and the crash of cities and the
death grean of armies, hear a song un-
rolling from the sky, sweet as if all the
bells of heaven rung jubilee: "GlOry
to God in the highest, and on the earth
peace and good will to men,"
Oh, for the time when swords shall be
beaten into PlOughshares, and the fort
resses modelled into churches, and the
warriors for earthly renOwn shall be-
come good soldiers of Christ; and can
non that now strike down whole col
umns to death, shall announce the vic
tories of the truth. When we think of
the universal conquest of Jesus, we are
apt TO look upon il as the conversion of
@ present number of the worlds pOpu-
latlOn. We forget that it is only par
TALLY populated. That most Of the earth
is uncultiyated. IL is estimated that in
Europe three-fSurths of it is yet in bar
renness, and that on the entire globe
nine hundred and ninety-nine One-thou-
sandths Of the land is uncultiyated. No
doubt most of this is yet to be cultivated
and inhabited, so that in these vast tracts
there viii be room for still greater gOs-
pei victories. Oh what tears of repent
ance when nations shall begin To weep!
Oh, what supplicatiOns, when continents
begiu TO pray! Oh, what rejOicings
when hemispheres begin to sing! Then
shall churches worship where now
smokes the blood of human sacrifice,
and wandering through the snake in
tested swamps of Africa, Christ's heel
shall bruisp the seTpent's head When
the gOSpel-trumpet has everywhere
been blown, and Jesus hath everywhere
won his trophies, and nations have been
born in day, light shall fall upon ev-
cry town brighter than that which
glOwed upon Bethlehem. and on every
hill more overwhelming than that which
fell ON the pasture where the docks fed,
the heavenly hosts through all the heav-
ems will utter a song louder than the
voice of oceans "GlOTy to God in the
hlghest;" while from all nations, and
kindred, and people and tongues there
arise the response, "On earth peace and
good will to men," On this Christmas
day bring you tidings of great joy and
salvation. A. Savior for the lost; sight
for the blind; bread for the hungry; har-
Dor for the bestormed; life for the dead.
Let not this old White-headed year pass
on ~ God with the news of a Savior neg
lected. Place your hand upon your
heart. One! Two! Three! Three times
less it will beat. Life is going like ga
Zells over the plain. Sorrows come over
US like petrels over the sea. Death is
sWOOping like YultuTe from the noun
tains. Heavenly songs fall to us like
stars. May our vision be as bright at
last as that of the dying child. 'MOther,
said She pointing with her thin, white
hand, what is that beautiful land out
yOnder beyond the mountains-the high
mOuntaiHs?" Said the mother: "There
are no mountains within sight of our
home" why said the dying child "do |
you not see thit beautiful land beyond |
the mountains. where the children are |
never sick and no one ever weeps?" |
Said the mother: "That ] think must |
be heaven which you see" 80, Father. |
will you not come, and with your strong |
arms carry me over the mOuntains?" |
NO, my child; I cannot go with YOU" |
''Neyer mind" said the little one, clap
ping her hands; "never mind; for yOnder |
| see a strong man coming to carry me |
in his arms over the mountains"