Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-01-02

would bel There go the hosts of Israel
through q score Of Red seas-one Of
water. the rest Of blood. There go
Cyrus aud his army, With infuriate yell
rejoicing over tho fall Of the gates of
Babylon. There goes Alexander, lead
ing forth his hosts and conquering all
the world but himself, the earth reeling
with the battle cash of Arbela and
Persepolis. There goes Ferdinand
Cortes, leaving his butchered enemies
on the table lands once fragrant with
vanilla and covered over with groves Of
towering cacao. There goes the great
Frenchmnn, leading his army down
through Egypt like one of its plaques,
and up through Russia like one of its
own icy blasts. Yonder is the grave
trench under the shadow of Sebastopol.
There are the ruins of Delhi and Al
lahabad, and yonder are the inhuman
Sepoys and tue brave regiments under
Havelock avenging 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.
Oh, the tenrsl oh, the bloodi Oh, the
long marchesl Oh, the hospital wounds!
Oh, the martyrdom Oh, the DEATH
Out hbCI hhACA hubAOh
on all these swords and shields and
musketry is the light that fell on Beth
lehem, and louder than the bray of the
trumpets, and the neighing of the
chargers, and the crash of the walls, and
the groaning of the dying armies, is the
song that uDrolls this moment from the
sky, swept 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 plow-shares,
and the fortresses shall be remodeled
into churches, and the men of blood
battling for renown shall become good
soldiers of Jesus Christ, and the cannon
now striking down whole columns of
death shall thunder the victories of the
truth.
When we think of the whole world
saved we are apt othink Of the few peo-
pie that now inhabit it. Only a very few
compared with the populations to come,
And what small part cultivated. Do
you know it has been automatically esti-
mated that three fourths of Europe is
yet all barrenness, and that nine hun
dred and ninety one One-thousandths
part of the entire globe is uncultivated?
This is all to be cultivated, all inhabited
and all gospelized. Oh, what tears of
repentance when nations begin to weepl
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 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 over
whelming than the song that fell on the
pasture fields where the focks fed,
there will be song louder than the
voice of the storm lifted oceans,
GLORY to God in the highest" 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 all 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 you 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 a vulture
from the mountains. Misery rolls up
to our ears like waves. Heavenly songs
tall to us like stars.
l wish you merry, Christmas, not
with worldly dissipations, but merry
with Gospel gladness, merry with par
doned sin, merry with hope of reunion
in the skies with all your loved 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 yonder
beyond the mountains, the high noun
; tains?" "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 beauti-
full 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." We'll, them" she said, father,
you come, and with your strong arms
carry me over those mountains into that
beautiful land beyond the high noun
tains." no." said the weeping father.
"my darling, can't go with you. 7"
Well" she said, clapping her hands.
never mind, never mind; see yonder a
shining one coming. He is coming now,
in His strong arms to carry me over the
mountains to the beautiful land-over
the mountains, over the high noun
| tains!"
The Prayer Book Dodge.
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