The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1890-01-08

and Corsica and Sardinia ana Mace |
Soaia and Egypt had Bowed to her
sword aad croucned at the cry |
Of her var eagles. She gave her
rl.:ei honor 10 Scipio and tablGS
:...a Cesar ali men OF hlood. " hat
contempt they must l;tv" bad there
t1r the pcnnilcs>, unarncd Christ III
the "arb OF i N;lzarcne, starting out
to conquer ali nations. There never
was 4 place on earth where that word
peace sounded 50 Extensively to the
ears Of III" multitude rs in the Roman
empire They did not want peace.
The greatest music they ever heard
was the c!ankiug chains of their cap
tivcs. If all the blood that has been
shed in battle could be gathered to-
ccther it would upbear 4 navy. The
club that struck Abel to the earth has
its echo in the butcherics Of all ages;
Edmund Burke, who gave no Wild
statistics, said that there had been
spent in slaughterthirty thousand
millions of dollars, or what would be
equal to that; but he had not seen
into our times, when in our own day,
in America, we expended three thou
sand millions of dollars in civil war.
Oh, if we could now take our posi-
ton on some high point and see the
worlds armies march past! What a
spectacle it would be. There go the
hosts of Israel through a score of Red
seas-one of water, the rest of blood.
There 60 Cyrus aud his army, with III.
furiate yell rejoicing over the fall OF
the gates of Babylon. There goes
Alexander, leading forth lis hosts and
conouering all the world but himself,
the earth reeling with the battle cash
of Arbela and Persepolis. There goes
Ferdinand Cortes, leaving his butch
cred enemies on the table lands once
fragrant with vanilla and covered over
with groves Of Towering cacao There
goes the great Frenchnlan, leading his
army down through Egypt like one OF
its plaques, and up through Russia
like one of It's own icy blasts. Iondcr
is the grave trench under the shadow
of Sebastopol. There are the ruins OF
Delhi and Allahabad, and yonder are
the ;nhuman Scpoys and the brave
regiments Under Havclock avenglng
the insulted flag of Britain; while cut
right through the heart Of my native
land is a trench in which there lie one
million northern and southern dead.
OUT OF GREAT TRlDULATIoS.
Oh, the tears, Oh, the blood! Oh,
the long marches! Oh, the hospital
wounds, Oh. tho martvrdom! Oh,
the death! But brighter than the light
which flashed Oil all these swords and
shields and muskctry is the light that
fell on Bethlehem, and louder than
the bray of the trnnpets, and the
neiehing of the chargers, and the
crash of the walls, and the groaning
of the dying armies, is the song that
unrolls this moment from the sky,
swept IS though all the bells of heaven
rung a jubilee, Peace on earth. good
will toward men" Oh, when will the
day conlc-God hasten it!-when the
swords shall be turned into plow-
shares, and the fortresses shall be re-
modelled into churches, and the men
of blood battling for rerown shall be-
come good soldiers Of Jesus Christ,
and the cannon now striking down
whole columns of death shall thunder
the victories of the truth.
When VIC thMk 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 popula-
tons to come. And what a small part
cultivated. Do you know i has been
automatically estimated that three
fourths of Europe is yet all barren
ness, and that nine hundred and
ninety-one one-thousandths part Of
the entire globe is uncultivated2 This
is all to be cultivated, all inhabited
and all gospelized. Oh, what tears Of
repentance when nations begin to
weep, Oh, what supplications when
continents begin to pray! Oh what
rejoicing when hemispheres begin TO
sing. Churches Will worship on the
places where this very hour smokes
the blood of human sacrifice, and
wandering through the snake infested
jungles Of Africa Christ's heel will
bruise the serpent's head. Oh, when
the trumpet OF salvation shall be
sounded everywhere and the nations
are redeemed, a light will fall upon
every town brighter than that which
fell upon Bethlehem, and more over
whelming than the song that fell
on the pasture fields where the
focks fed, there will be a song louder
than the voice of the storm lifted
oceans, GLORY to God in the high
est" and from all nations and kindred
and people and tongues will come the
response, And on earth peace, good
will toward men," On this Christmas
day bring you good tidings of great
Joy. 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 closing of the year. How the time
speeds by. Put your hand on your
heart-one. two, three. Three times
less il will beat. Life is passing like
gazelles oy,: the plain. Sorrows hover
like petrels over the sea. Death swoops
like vulture from the mountains.
Misery rolls up to our ears like waves.
Heavenly songs fall to US like stars.
I wish you a merry Christmas, not
with worldly dissipations, but merry
with Gospel gladncss, merry with par
doncd sin, merry with hope Of reunion
in the skies with all your loved ones
who have preceded you. In that
grandest and best sense merry
Christmas
And God grant that in our final mo-
ment we may have as bright a vision
as did the dying girl when She said:
"Mother" pointing with her thin
white hand through the window
Mother, what is that beautiful land
out yonder beyond the mountains, the
high mountains" oh" said the mo-
ther, my darling, there are no noun
tains within sight of our home" " "Oh,
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