The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1890-03-06

as in the Roman empire. They did no
want peace. The greatest music the,
ever heard was the clanking chains 0
their captives. If all the blood tina
has been shed in battle could be gath
cred together it would upbear navy
The club that struck Abel to the eartl
has its echoes in the butcheries of al
ages. Edmund Burke. who gave OF
wild statistics, said that there had beer
spent in battle thirty-ffve thousand mill
ions of dollars, or what would be equa
to that; but he had not seen into GU
times, when in our own day, in America
we expended three thousand million O
dollars in civil war.
Oh, if we could now take our position
on some high point and see the world.
armies march past! What spectacle i
would be! There go the hosts of Israel
through score of Red Seas-one of wa.
ter, the rest of blood. There go Cyrus
and his army, with infuriate yell, rejoic
ing over the fall of the gates of Baby.
lon. There goes Alexander, leading
forth his hosts and conquering all the
world but himself, the earth reeling
with the battle cash of Arbela and Per-
sepolis. There goes Ferdinand Cortes,
leaving his butchered enemies on the
| table lands once fragrant with vanilla
and covered over with groves of flower
Ing cacao. There goes the great French
man, leading his army down through
Egypt like one of it's plaques, and up
through Russia like one of its own icy
blasts. Yonder is the grave trench I'M
der the shadow of Sebastopol There
are the ruins of Delhi and Allahabad,
and yonder are the inhuman Sepoys and
the brave regiments under Havelock
aVenging the insulted flag of Britain;
while cut right through the heart of nv
native land is a trench in which there
lie one million Northern and Southern
dead.
Oh, the tears! Oh, the blood Oh, the
long marches! Oh, the hospital wounds!
Oh, the martyrdom! Oh, the death! But
brighter than the light which flashed on
all these swords and shields and mus
kerry Is the light that fell on Bethle-
hem. and louder than the bray of the
Gumpets, and the neighing of the
chargers, and the crash of the walls.
and the groaning of the dying armies,
is the song that un:olls this moment
from the sky, sweet as though all the
bells Of Heaven rung a jubilee: peace
on earth, good will toward men" Oh.
when will the day come-God hasten it!
when the swords shall be turned into
pillow shares, and the fortresses shall be
remodeled into churches, and the men
Of blood battling for renown shall be-
come good soldiers of Jesus Christ, and
the cannon now striking down whole
columns of death shall thunder the vic
tories of the truth?
When we think of the whole world
saved we are apt to think of the few
people that now inhabit it. Only a very
few, compared with the population to
come. And what a small part Guilt
waited. Do you know it has been au-
chemically estimated that three-fourths
OF Europe is yet all barrenness, and
that nine hundred and ninety-one-one-
thousandth part of the entire globe is
uncultivated? This is all to be cult
waited, all inhabited and all gospelized.
Oh, what tears of repentance when
nations begin to weep! Oh, what sun
plications when continents begin to
pray! Oh, what rejoicing when hemis-
pheres begin to sing! Churches will
worship on the places where this very
hour smokes the blood of human sac
ritice, and wandering through the snake
infested jungles of Africa Christs heel
will bruise the serpent's head. Oh.
when the trumpet of salvation shall
be sounded everywhere and the
nations are redeemed, light
will fall upon every town
brighter than that which fell upon
Bethlehem, and more overwhelming
than the song which fell on the pasture
fields where the fiocks fed, there will
be song louder than the storm-lifted
oceans: ''Glory to God in the highest"
and from all nations and kindred and
people and tongues will come the re
sponse: and on earth peace, good will
toward menP' On this Christmas eve
bring you good tidings of great ioy.
Pardon for all sin, comfort for all
trouble and life for the dead. Shall we
now take this Christ into our hearts?
The time is passing, This is the clos
ng of the year. How the time speeds
by. Put YOU hand on your heart-one,
two, TIRES. Three times less it will |
beat Life is passing like gazelIes over
5he plain. Sorrows hover like petrels
over the sea. Death swoops like vult-
Ire from the mountains. Misery rolls
up to our cars like waves. Heavenly
songs fall to US like stars
| wish you a merry Christmas. not
With worldly dissipation, but merry
Eith Gospel gladness, merry with par
Toned sin, merry with hope of reunion
n the skies with all your loved ones
Who have preceded you. In that grand
'st and best sense merry Christmas.
And God grant that in our final mo-
nent we may have as bright vision as
lid the dying girl when she said:
Mother, pointing with her thin
White hand through the window
Mother, what is that beautiful land
nut yonder beyond the mountains, the
Ugh mountains?'
''oh, said the mother, my darling.
here are no mountains within sight of
ur home.n
"oh, yes," she said, don't YOU see