Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-05-29

and 10, we find on our own side a great
many people who do not try to pay their
debts. And we open the battle against in
Temperance and we find on our own side
great many people who drink too much.
And we open the battle against profanity
and we find on our own side great many
people who make hard speeches. And we
open the battle against infidelity and 10,
we find on our own side great many men
| who are not quite sure about the book OF
Jonah. And while we ought to be massing
our troops and bringing forth more than
the united courage of Austerlitz and
|. &E Waterloo and Gettysburg,
We have to be spending our time in
building mp ambulances. There area great
many in the Lords army who would like
to kSout on a campaign with satin slippers,
IanS aholding umbrellas over their heads to
I keep off the heavy dew and having
of canvas back ducks and lemon Custards.
II they cannot have them they want to go
| home. They think it is unhealthy among
so many bullets. Oh, for $4,000 armed men,
heroic men, self.denying men, who can go
| forth in the strength OF the Lord God Al
mighty to do battle, able to keep rank.
Men like Paul, who could say: None of
these things move me. Neither count
my life dear unto myself so l may finish
my course with JOY, and the ministry
have received of the Lord Jesus to testify
of the gospel, of the grace Of God Men
like John Bunyan, who, after lying years
in loathsome prison, said: II am deter
mined, God being my helper and shield, to
stay here until the
Moss Grows Over My Eyebrows
rather than surrender my faith and my
principles. Men like Thomas Chalmers,
who, Notwithstanding all the jeering in
high places at his theory Of reform and
elevation of the poor, went right straight
on to do his whole work, until Thomas
Carlyle, then boy, wrote of him: What
a glorious man Thomas Chalmers is; while
we stand wringing our hands about the
| filth and the wretchedness of our great
| cities, see that old man coming out with
shovel into the dirtiest puddles OF the
Black Port of Edinburg and cleaning the
bitches and filling the sewers with living
water. What glorious old man" Men
who are willing to endure for Christ as
much as Massena was willing to do for
Napoleon. Massena, after forty hours in
continuous battle, bloodshed, and almost
insane from fatigue, was visited by mes
senger from headquarters who said to him:
"How long can you hold out"' Turning
around he replied: Tell the Emperor 1
can hold out two hours, or six hours, or
twenty-fopr hours, or until
France IL VictOr.''
Oh that the Lords army might be depetcd
| of the towards and the sluggards and that the
Lord would take the courage of the military
| companies of the country and convert 1t
and sanctify il and bring it to our churches.
We want in all Christian departments men
who can stand amid all discouragements
| and amid all obstacles and in front Of all
| human and satanic assults-mcn who can,
! in the strength of the Lord God Almighty
under all circumstances, keep rank. So
to-day | make this church recruiting
station where want TO marshal men for
this war in which, on one side, all the
| powers of darkness have unlimbercd their
batteries, while on the other side the rider
on the white horse is gathering hisstroops.
| This
OF graves finds US in more thorough peace
| than in any previous year. This last week
| the general assembly OF the Presbyterian
| Church South has made overtures to the
general assembly of the Presbyterian
Church North, and that closes the last gap
| ecclesiastical and the last gap national.
| This year the graves of Northern and
! Southern dead are alike covered and with
| out any protest. Time has come to cover
up all the scars of battle. The dead are at
peace Why not the living? They suffer
| ed more than we. Cannot we who suffered
less be at peace? The boys in blue and
those in gray went down into the same
tent for the night. They put their heads
on the same pillow OF dust. They have
| stacked their arms. They have ended their
march. They have fought their last bat
| tie. Sleep on great host OF Federals and
| Confederates till the morning. light shall
| break through the riffs OF the tent and the
trumpets shall sound the
ReveIlIe Of the Resurrection.
| 1t seems to me very much like this. Two
| brothers get into an awful fight and they
are both Slain The mother hears about it.
| She comes down and she sees them stretched
on the graas. She kneels between them.
| She puts one arm around George and the
other arm around Thomas. She does not
stop to think which was right or which was
wrong. She kisses them both. And so
our Northern and Southern brothers went
| forth into the conflict and they fell. Now,
| this week, let the United States Govern
ment, the mother OF us all go to the field, and
putting one arm over the grave OF the
! Northern men and the other arm over the
| grave Southern men, pronounce her bene-
diction upon them all. 1t seems to me that
| there has been enough suffering on both
| sides to satisfy the worst man on earth and
| the worst devil in hell. At Arlington
| Heights ten wears ago u Southern woman
put wreath on the grave Of her fallen
| husband. A Northern man with epaulets
| came up, took that wreath, tore 1t TO pieces
| and threw it to the winds. He had the
epaulets of a soldier but he had no soldiers
| heart. l would that all the garlands that
ever have been laid on the graves Of North.
ern and Southern men were lifted and
| linked together, each garland link, and
with that long, bright, beautiful chain, this
| whole land might be
Bound Together I'm Peace and Amity.
| III. =. IL 49,, L ind Of q rhoin a
| can will ever consent to wear, and the
| sooner we put that on the better. But you
saw: 80 many have fallen in battle why
do YOU come With 80 much reverence and
affection to the graves of those American
soldiers?" will tell you. They are our
graves. Just as you have a special love for
one plot in Greenwood or Mount Auburn,
and upon that you put unusual care,, so
these graves of the men who have fallen
for our country are our graves. Just as
when the little boy was putting flowers on
What are you doing there, my lad?' Inc
boy replied: This is papa's grave" This
is our family plot in the cemetery OF the
nations. The men who sleep here went
ont from our homes. The terrible war
nroclamation came, and the father went
down to the village postsffice and got the
paper, and read it, and went home and sald
| TO his wife: DO you thlnk our poy VIII
have TO go?" And at night the sons re-
turned from the field and they said:
Father, you are too old to go. You stay
at home and take care of mother, and we
will go with the next train" Then there
was hasty putting up Of a few yaluabies,
two or four daguerreotypes, and there was
a hasty good.by, and the train halted at the
village depot, and there were three times
three" for the volunteers and they were
l.. ta.E
came of a great battle, and the father
went again to the village Postotfice,
| and got the paper, and opened ii
with a trembling hand and a trembling
heart and read on down-beginning at the
top of the list of the killed-on down from
| line 10 line till he came almost to the bot
tom of the page, when he saw something
| that made him drop as though he were
dead. Now there are over the mantle
piece In that house two pictures OF young
men who went off in soldiers dress, but
never came back; and when Decoration