Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-01-03


poys and the bravo regiments under Have
lock avengng the insultcd flag Of Brit
ain; while cut right through the heart of my
native land is a trench in which there lie one
million northern and southern dead. oh,
tho tears! Oh, the blood Oh, the long
marches! Oh, tho hospital woundsl Oh
the martyrdoml Oh, the death But bright
or than the light which flashed on all these
swords and shields and musketry is the light
that fell on Bethlehem, and louder than the
bray of the trumpets and the neighing of the
chargers, and the crash of the walls, and the
grooming of the dying armies, is the song that
unrolls this moment from the sky, swept as
though all the bells of heaven rung q jubilee,
Peace on earth, good will toward men, Oh,
when will the day come-God hasten It'll
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.
MANY WILL BE SAVED.
When we think of the whole world saved
we are apt to think of the few people that now
inhabit it. Only very few compared with
the populations to come. And what a small
automatically 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 uncultivatedi This is
all to be cultivated, all inhabited and all gos-
pelizcd. Oh, what tears of repentance when
nations begin to weep! Oh, what supplica-
tons when continents begin to pray! Oh,
what rejoicing when hemispheres begin to
sing! Churches will worship on the places
where tins very hour smokes the blood of
human sacrifice, and wandering through the
snake infested jungles of Africa, Christ S
heel will brulse the serpents 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 that
fell on the pasture fields where the
flocks fed, there will be u 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 menln 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
it will beat Life is passing like gazelles over
the plain. Sorrows hover like petrels ovcl
the sea. Death swoops like vulture iron
the mountains. Misery rolls up to our ear
like waves Heavenly songs fall to US lik,
stars.
wish you merry Christmas not wit
Il hut
gladness, merry with pardoned sin, merr
with hope of reunion in the skies with u
your loved ones who have preceded you.
that grandest and best sense a merry Chris
mas.
And God grant that in our final momon
we may have as bright a vision AS did IT,
dying girl when she said: ',Mother'-poini
ing with her thin white hand through IT,
window mother, what is that beautifl
land out yonder beyond the mountains, IT,
high mountainsH' oh" said the mothei
my darling, there are no mountains With
sight of our honen "Oh yes" she sac
don't you sec thcm-that beautiful land hc
yond the mountains out there, just beyon,
the high mountainsE
The mother looked down into the face q
her dying child and said. My dear, l thin
that must be heaven that you seen "Weli
Them she said, father. you come, and wit
your strong arms carry me over those noun
tains, into that beautiful land beyond IL.
high muuntains.n "No.n said the weopn.
father, my darling, ! can't go with you.
"WclI,' said She clapping her hands, 'ncyc
mind, never mind; ! see yonder shiuir
One coming. He Is coming now, in his strou
arms to carry Nc over the mountains to tn
beautiful lard-ovor the mountains, over th'