Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-06-05
THE wEEKLY aAzETTE FORT woRTH TExA THURspAY JUNE

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looked into the faces of the French and
| German troops es they went out TO fight
at Sedan, and they were for the most
part armies of splendid boys. So in all
ages war has preferred TO sacrifice the
young. Alexander the Great died at
thirty When war Stays The young
it not only takes down that which they
are, but that which they might havs
been.
So we are glad at the Isaiahic prophe-
cY, that the time is coming when nation
shall not lift up sword against nation.
Indeed, both swords shall go back into
the scabbard-the sword bathed in
heaven and the sword bathed in hell. In
q war in Spain a soldier went out on q
skirmishing expedition and, secluded in
bush, he had the opportunity of shoot
ing 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 knapsack for
spoil, and letter dropped out of it, and
it turned out TO be letter signed by his
own father; in other words
HE BAD SHOT HIS BROTHER.
If the brotherhood of man be true doc
trine, then he who shoots an
other man shoots his own brother.
What a horror is war and its
cruelties, were well illustrated when the
Tartars after sweeping through Russia
and Poland, displayed with pride nine
great sacks filed 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
hof ho hnY
rose from that heap of agony, and the
cries of 'waterl For the love of God,
water! A doctor! A doctor!' never
ceased. - After war has wrought such
cruelties, how glad we will be to have the
Old Monster himself die. Let his dying
couch be spread in some dismantled for
tress, through which the stormy winds
howl. Give him for pillow battered
shield, and let his 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 oharg-
ers, and the last taper by his bedside
expire as the midnight blast signs into
his ear; ''The candle of the wicked
shall be put out. - Tonight against the
sky of the glorious future see a great
blaze. 1t is foundry in full blast.
The workmen have stirred the fires
until the furnaces are seven times
heated. The last wagon load of the
world s swords has been hauled into the
foundry, and they are tumbled into
the furnace, and they begin 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 q mold shaped
like the iron foot of plough. Then the
liquid cools off into hard metal, and,
brought out on an anvil, it is beat en- and
pounded and fashioned, stroke after
stroke, until that which was q weapon to
reap harvests of men, becomes an imple-
ment turning the soil for harvests of
corn, the sword having become the plow-
share.
Officers and comrades of the Thirteenth
regiment of state militia: After another
year of pleasant acquaintance hail you
with saIutation all made up of good
wishes and prayers. Honored with resi-
deDce in the best city of the best land
under the sun, let us dedicate our
selves anew to God and country and
home! In the English conflict, called
'fthe 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 sach other in battle. To enlist
you in the holy war for all that is good
against all that is wrong, pin over your
heart 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 Sharon and the
lily of the valley. Be these henceforth
our regimental symbols-rose and lily,
lily and rose!