The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1890-06-04

banding, That may be nearer than you
think. The standing army is the night
mare OF nations. England wants to get
rid OF It, Germany is being eaten up by
1t, Russia is almost taxed to death with
1t. Suppose that the millions OF mon
belonging to the standing armies Of the
world and in absolute idleness, for the
most part Of their lives, should become
producers, instead Of consumers. Would
not the worlds properties improve, and
the worlds morals be better? Or have you
the heathenish idea that war is neces-
sary to kill of the surplus populations
OF the earth, and that without 1t, the
world would be so crowded there would
soon be no reserved seats and even the
standing-room would be exhausted? All!
/ think we can trust to the pneumonias,
and the consumptions, and the fevers,
and the Russian grippes to kill the peo-
Pile fast enough. Beside that, when the
world gets to full God will blow up the
whole concern and start another world,
and q better one. Beside that, war kills
the people who can least be spared. 1t
takes the pick Of the nation. Those
whom we could easily spare to go to the
front are in the penitentiary, and their
duties detain them in that limited
sphere. No, 1t is the public spirited
and the valorous who 60 out to die.
Mostly are they young men. II they
were aged and had only five or ten years
at the most to live, the sacrifice would
not be so great. But it is those who
have forty or fifty years to live who
step into the jaws Of battle. In our war
Colonel Ellsworth fell while yet mere
lad. Renowned Mcpherson was only
thirty-fve Magnificent Reynolds was
only forty-three. Hundreds of thou
sands fell between twenty and thirty
years Of age. / looked into the faces Of
the French and German troops as they
went out to fight at Sedan, and they
were for the most part armies of splen-
did boys. So in all ages war has pre-
ferred TO sacrifice the young. Alexander
the Great died at thirty-two. When war
Stays the young it not only takes down
that which they are, but that which
they might have been.
So we are glad at the Isaiahic prophecy,
that the time is coming when nation
shall not lift up sword against nation.
Indeed, both swords shall 60 back into
the scabbard-the sword bathed In
heaven and the sword bathed in
hell. In war in Spain a soldier went
on skirmishing expedition and, Sc.
oluded ina bush, he had the opportunity
OF shooting soldier Of the other army,
who had strolled away from his tent,
He took aim and dropped him. Running
up TO the fallen man he took his KNAPP
sack for spoil, and letter dropped out
Of II, and 1t turned out to be letter
signed by his own fathor; in other
words, he had shot his brother. II the
brotherhood of man be a true doctrine,
then he who shoots another man always
shoots his own brother. What horror
is war and its cruelties, we're we'll illus
trated when the Tartars, after sweeping
through Russia and Poland, displayed
with pride nine great sacks filled with
the right ears Of the fallen, and when a
correspondent Of the London Times,
writing OF the wounded after the battle
OF Sedan, said; Every moan that the
human voice can utter rose from that
heap Of agony, and the cries Of
'Waterl For the love Of God, water!
A doctorl A doctorF never ceased. "
After war has wrought such cruelties,
how glad we will be to have the old mon.
ster himself die. Let his dying couch be
spread in some dismantled fortress,
through which the stormy winds howl.
Give him for pillow battered shield,
and let his bed be hard with the rusted
bayonets OF the slain. Cover him with
the coarsest blanket that picket ever
wore, and let his only cup be the
bleached bone OF one OF his war chargers,
and the last taper by his bedside expire
as the midnight blast sighs into his ear:
''The candle OF the wicked shall be put
out" Tonight against the sky OF the
glorious future see great blaze. ltisa
foundry In full blast. The workmen have
stirred the fires until the furnaces arc
seven times heated. The last wagon
load OF the worlds swords has been
hauled into the foundry and they are
tumbled into the furnace, and they be-
gin to glow, and redden, and melt, and
in kissing and sparkling liquid they
roll on down through the crevice OF
rock until they fall into mold shaped
like the iron foot Of 4 pillow. Then the
liquid cools of into Q hard metal, and,
brought out on an anvil, II is beaten and
pounded ani fashioned, stroke after
stroke, until that which was weapon
to reap harvests Of men becomes an Inn.
plement turning the soil for harvests OF
corn, the sword having become the
plowshare. a.....'
Officers and Comrades Of the Thir.
teenth Regiment Of State Militia; Af'er
another year Of pleasant acquaintance ]
hail you with salutation all made up
Of good wishes and prayers. Honored
with residence In the best city OF the
best land under the sun, let us dedi'
cate ourselves anew to God and ooun'
try and home. In the English conflict,
called ''the War Of the Roses white
rose was the badge Of the House OF
York. and the red rose the badge OF the
House Of Lancaster, and with these two
colors they opposed each other In battle.
To enlist you in the holy war for all
that is good against all that is wrong,
pin over your hearts two badges; the
one suggestive Of the blood shed for our
redemption, and the other symbolic OF .
soul made white and clean, the Rose Of
Oh -. a.d ~ IIlr nf tho Nallnu Ha