The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1890-01-04

/ oiicnSiNCiN to the cars ~ thc multitude
as in the Roman empire They did not
want peace. Tho greatest music they
ever heard WAS the clanlSing chains of
their captiyes. II all the blood that
has been shed in battle could be gath
cred together IL would uphcar "A navy.
The club that struck Abel to the earth
has its echoes in the hutchorius OF all
ages Edmund Burke. who gave on
Wild statistics, said that there had hecn
spent in battle thirty-fvc thousand mill
ions Of dollars, or what would he equal
to that; but he had not seen into our
times when in ourown day, In America,
we expended three thousand million Of
dollars in civil war
on, If We could now take our position
on some high point and sec the worlds
armies march past! What a spectacle it
would bol There 70 the hosts Of Israel
through score Of Red Seas ono of wa
ter, the rest Of blood There go Cyrus.
and his army, with infuriate yoll rcjoic-
ing over the fall Of the gates Of Baby
Ion. There goes Alexander loading
forth his hosts and conquoring all the
world but himsolf the earth rceling
with the battle cash Of Arboln and Pcr-
sepolis. There goes Ferdinand Cortes,
leaving his hutchered enemies on tho
table lands once fragrant with vanilla
and covered over with groves Of flower
ing cacao There goes the great French
man, lending his army down through
Egypt like one Of its plaques and up
through Russia like ono OF It's own Icy
blasts. Nonder IS the grave trench un-
der the shadow Of Sobastopol There
are the ruins OF Delhi and Allahabad.
ana yondcr are the inhuman Scpoys and
the brave regiments under llavel0cly
ayeuging the insulted flag Of Britain;
while cut right through the heart Of my
native land Is a trench ia which thore
lie one million Northern and Southern
dead
Oh, the tcarsl oh, the blood OH, tho
long marches Oh, the hospital wonndsl
oh, tho martyrdoml oh, the doathl But
brighter than the light which flashed on
all these swords and shields and mus
ketry is the light that fell ON Bctnle-
hom, and louder than the bray Of the
umpets, and the neighing Of the
chargers, and the crash Of the walls,
and the groaning Of the dying armies,
Is the song that nnrOlla this moment
from the sky sweet as though all the
bells Of Heaven rung a iubilee "peacc
on earth, good Will toward men, Oh,
when will the day come God hasten III
when the swords shall be turned into
plow shares and the fortrcsses shall be
rcmodeled into churches, and the men
Of blood battling for rcnown shall he
come good soldiers Of Jesus Christ, and
the cannon now striking down whole
columns Of death shall thundor tho vic
tories Of the truth2
When we think Of the whole world
saved we are apt 20 think Of the few
people that now inhabit IT, Only very
few, compared with the population TO
come. And what small part culti-
vated DO you know 10 has been au-
thentically estimated that three-fourths
Of Europe is yet all barrcnncss. and
that nine hundred and ninety-one-One-
thousandth part Of the entire globe is
uncultyatnd2 This Is all 30 be culti-
waited, all inhabited and All gospelizcd.
Oh, what tears of repentance when
nations begin TO weep Oh, what sup
plications when continents begin 10
prayl Oh, what rejoicing when hemis-
pheres begin to singl Churches will
worship on the places whore this very
hour smokes the blood Of human sac
riilce, 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, a 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 whero the iiocks fed, there will
be a song louder than the storm-lifted
oceans; "GiOry TO God in the highest"
and from all nations and kindred and
people and tongues will come the re-
sponsc: "And on earth peace good will
toward menl' On this Christmas eve
bring yon 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
ing Of the year. How the time speeds
by Put your hand on your heart--one,
two, three. Three times less it will
beat. Life is passing like gazelles over
the plain. Sorrows hover like petrels
over the sea. Death swoops like yult-
ure from the mountains. Misery rolls
up to our ears like waves. Heavenly
songs fall to us like stars.
wish you merry Christmas, not
with worldly dissipation, but merry
with Gospel gladness, merry with par
doned sin, merry with hope Of reunion
in the skies with all your loyea ones
who have preceded you. IN that grand
est and best sense merry Christmas.
And God grant that in our final mo-
ment we may have as bright 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 yondcr beyond the mountains, the
high mountains2"
''Oh," said the mother "my darling.
there are no mountains within sight Of
our home"
'Oh, yes she said, don't you see
them--that beautiful land beyond the
mountains out there, just beyond the
high mountains?"
The mother looked down into the face
Of her dying child and said: my dear.
! think that must be Heaven that you
see."
"Well, then she said, father. you
come, and with your strong arms carry
me over those mountains into that