The Aberdeen examiner., 1883-05-24

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with the light flaming through gor-
geous windows on tattered flags of
battle; no grand historic Abby, like
that of England, where hard by the
last resting places of her princes and
her kings, sleep the great soldiers
who have writ glorious names high
upon their country's roll with the
point OF their stainless swords. Nay,
none of this is hers. But out Of the
Holy Of Holes of her heart there
comes a shimmering light--a radi-
ance from tho eternal vestal fires
within-which fills our souls with a
glow of warmth, and amid the enthu-
siasm of "A righteous indignation we
exclaim with the tongue of the song
ster to the fallen forest giant:
"Thou who uumoved hast heard the
whirlwind cmde,
Fell many winter round thy craggy
bed,
And like an earth-born giant has out
spread
IDy nullNItu uills iuu ntdNtl wv u
bolts dened,
Now liest along thy native mountain
side
Uptorn! Yet deem no that come to
shed
The idle drops of pity DER thy head,
Or basely to insult thy blasted pride.
No! still 'tis thine though fallen Impc-
rial Oak,
To teach this lesson to the wise and
brave,
That tis far BETTER overthrown and
broke,
In Freedoms cause tosini into the grave
Than III submission to II Tyrauts yoke
Like the idle reed to bow and be II slave.
Catching the mighty wheel of time
as it goes singing along into eternity
let us hold for moment, and rctrac
ing slightly moro than a couple oI
decades pause and consider the pan
arama that begins cnacting before us
| Lift up your eyes and behold a beau
tiful land. From the craggy Cats
kill to the Mexic tropic the soft-eyec
Goddess Of Peace roigned in unos
tentatious glory. The sunlight o
prosperity and happiness tinged Will
a mellow radiance the first fruits o
generous nature. Not since the sand
began their silent coursing through
the glass of time has the ether above
US domed land so blessed with tht
choicest graces Of a patronizins
Providence. But upon the horizon
of this Italian sky hecking cloudlett
begin to gather. The horoscope o
the sage catches his prophetic eye
| and he shakes his head in solemn
silence while from beneath his knit
ted brow a tear courses adOwn hi
pale cheek. The fleeing scuds a
if impelled as of old by the hand 0
an infant Hennes assemble in awlu
convocation until a darkening pile o
murky cloud hangs along the horizon
In slow but woe-betiding progres
moves this presager of suffering anC
sorrow along. The occasional rum
blings as the bitter complainings o
the leviathan in his lair strike acros
the peaceful serene and arouse to anx
iety the happy worshipers at the shrin'
of Ceres. .Darkling and lowering come
the cloud a pace with lines of ligh
shooting athwart its breast as if sur
charged with rage. On the outpost
and from the beacon heads DANCE
signals are seen. All around is hearC
the busy hum of millions preparing
for the impending storm. Loude
and louder comes the indistinc
growlings of the horrible demon. z
breeze plays for moment with The
locks of the stern sentry upon the
watch-tower and then is silent. Thc
land is now shadowed by the porten
tous monster. A hush as profounC
as the sepulchre's quiet hangs upoI
the air. All is darkness and silence
save the rumbling echoes of the ele
ments above. The great heart of the
nation lies pulseless with anxiety
Friend looks appealingly to friend
mother and wife hang reluctant ant
sobbing upon the neck of son ant
husband. A sharp flash Of light
crash-a shock-a reverborating in
tonation, and the deep voiced cannon
laundering beside the ramparts o
Sumter announces the bursting o
the storm cloud. Thick and fast fal
darkness and gloom upon the scene
The accumulated energy and pen
up strength of the Storm God nov
spends itself, and the land that erst
while had been 50 beautiful and fa
vored now resounds beneath the iror
tread of the War Gods steed. Th'
home of the meek-eyed Goddess i
now the theatre Of scenes, transplant
ed from the Italian Poets hell. Th,
scream of Beauregard's she'll as i
rushes through the sultry air a
Sumter ike a demon on wings of fire
shoots chill of horror through tn
hearts of the nations of the worlC
contemplating with awe the deter
mined combat of the grandest, tn
greatest, the noblest army that eve
threw down the gage to an exactiny
foe. With bated breath and .throb
bing heart Britain catches the SCUM
of strife between her splendid proge
ney. Like the fight of the "Fier
Cross" through the Highlands an,
along the Lochs of Scotland sum
moning the clans to the deadly fray
the voice of the conflict in Chal
leston's Bay echoes from the banks {
the Potomac to those Of the Ri
Grande, and million stout heart
spring like Minorva "full panoplio
from the brain Of Jove" to answer I'll
lawful sum mons. The merchant clos,