Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1889-01-10

! over the forms of the dead and the dy-
| ing-groups OF soldiers bearing of u
wounded comrade-officers leading
! their forlorn hopes-soldiers kneeling
in prayer or writhing in ag, ~; en-
gagged in hand-to-hand conflict, and
standing sentinel on the outpost
squads of men beside cannon, in front
of which lay wreaths of dead and
wounded-officers' tents-regiments OF
men not yet called into action. Over
| this field lowered ravens and angels,
while on it could be seen women guard
| ing and nursing those dearer to them
than life itself. God bless women, the
best OF all gifts TO man and humanity.
Every artist from the spirit world
must have been engaged here last night.
| There were implements and machines
of all kinds. A printing-press standing
beside guillotine-a cradle beneath a
| gallows-a violin and case OF surgical
instruments lay side by side on card
table-a cannon on which was a pipe of
peace, stood boldly forth-a broad
sword and quill pen hung suspended
from the same hook-a pleasure car
riage and an artillery wagon stood ready
for use, while i'm the distance was :, rail-
| Il
cars, stages, high back cutters, wheel
barrows, stone boats, Chinese ploughs,
and Indian dug-outs! And each was per-
feet, as though these were the patterns
| from which every thing of the kind had
| been fashioned. We could see them all
as articles in the road and the fields of
the present and future all in one.
There were crowded ball-rOoms--pic-
mic parties roaming through grottoes,
and resting in sylvan like retreats and
hidden trysting-places. There were
farm scenes and city scenes. There were
sportsmen on the plain in full pursuit of
| buffalo-soldierS on horses chasing fly
! ing Indians-hunters in the forest
standing beside tree, or kneeling be-
hind a log waiting the approach of a
| deer, seen in the distance, snuffing dam
| ger from afar! Everything that man
could think of was here, so beautifully
| designed, SO boldly commenced, SO
| lightly finished, so perfect and so varied
that it seemed as if the entire panorama
| of eternity had been spread before
| those who chose TO witness the magnifi-
cent display. There were libraries filled
with books carriages filled with people
stores filled with good5-air filled with
birds-faces of men, women, and chill
dren, filled with JOY, hope, fear, love,
hate, doubt, sorrow, anguish, remorse,
and despair-heavens filled with angels,
ornaments studded with stars, each
scene glittering under the rays of the
morning sun with a FAR greater brilliancy
than ever shone from pearl or diamond.
Beautiful and mysterious!
/ have Just been in 70 look at the wins
dow again, and such a change! My
stars have all disappeared; the delicate
tracings making the foliage of the for
ests have all melted down. The beauti-
| full plants are stripped of their leaves
and flowers, and look more like straws,
broken and twisted into n thousand
ugly shapesi The pretty little hum
ming-birds Ind butterflies have all
melted 9'.d are not TO be seen! The
birds. snat looked so beautiful half-hid-
den among the leaves of the trees, are
| flown, and the little twigs on which
they sat, surrounded by flowers, have
been transformed into wet, cold graves!
The beautiful pines, from the dropping
| boughs of which hung such beautiful
snow draperies a few moments since,
| have been breathed on by passing
breeze, and now stand there, gEarled
and twisted trunks, devoid of beauty Or
interest. The splendid embroidery is
not to be seen; but where it was so ar
tistically draped, and elegantly display
| ed, hangs something that looks like n
shroud! The crowded room in which
an hour since so many were dancing,
| 10. h,,t h. IL,
| departed! Where the orchestra was,
is now coffin, with a solitary mourner
kneeling by its side, her head
bent in weeping, her feet
bathed in tears! God bless
the solitary one, wherever she
may bel The pretty walks and bor-
ders in the Bots de Boulogne have CIV
en- place to sloppy cutters, down which
| the molten frost is coursing! The
mountains are dwindling down-the
plains on which so many bluff were
seen, are still there, but oh! how
changed! The ships have gone TO the
bottom of the lakes and oceans, while
the oceans are also disappearing! The
river that looked so beautiful an hour
since is still to be seen, but it is now
the river OF death! It's swelling waters
have flooded the fowery banks-have
swept down the little craft that floated
SO securely there not long since, and
are now climbing and washing up
against the sides of the bluff! The bat
tle-feld has been drowned in tears,
and all that remains of its glittering
soldiery, and thirst for glory, is blank!
The spires have gone from the churches
the cities have been drowned out
the streets are little Holland canals
the deer and hunter have sunk into the
earth-the crowd that walked by
the river bank have all gone, and the
whole scene has changed.
The railroad has been taken up, and
the train OF cars has given place to q
hearse in which is coffin. Al the
happiness / saw there an hour since
has fled, and nothing now is left but
tears and paneS! The little cascades,
rivulets, and brooklets have run into
the lake, in which | can see few
mounds covered by fiends, leaping and
grinning at the general ruin! The
angels have departed, but all over the
window are the tears they shed at my
| fniniafiira world The tree en- laden