Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1894-11-21

of Chalons, where 0.O01 fell; OF MrIus'
fight, in which 100000 fell OF the tragedy
Mt Herat. where GenghiS Khan mas'lcrei
1,GO0, 900 men, AMI OF Nshnr, whare he slew
| l,747, 900 people of the 5000, 900 this mon
ster SACRIFICED in fourteen years ne he want
forth to do rs he declared, to extermnate
! the entire Chinese nation and make tho en-
/ pire pasture for cattle. 10000,
Think OF the death throas Of the 100000
men sacrificed In ono campaign OF Aerxes.
! Think OF the 900 that persisted in the
Siege OF Osteni. OF 800. 900 dead Mt Acre, OF
| / 100 900 dead In the siege OF Jerusalem, OF
! 1876 900 OF the dead Mt Troy, and then com
plete the review bv considering tho stupen-
dous estimate OF lmund Burke, that the
| loss by war had been thirty-ilvo times the
entire then present population o the globe.
/ Go through and examine the decorations.
| the cunshot fractures, the saber wounfs,
| the gashes Of tho batteax the slain ofbomh-
! shell and exploded mine and falling wall
and those destroyed unler tho gun car
riage, and the hoof Of tho cavalry horse,
/ the burning thirsts, tho camp levers. the
frosts that shvered, the tropical suns that
smote. Add 1t up, gather 1t into ono line
compress it into one worl, spell 1t In one
syllable, cank 1t in one chain, pour 1t
out in one groan. disiIl 1t into one tear
Aye, the world has writhed in 5000 years
of suffering. Why doubt the possibility OF II
future world Of suffering when we see tho
torures that have been inflicted in this? A
deserter from Sevastopo, coming over to
army OF the allies, pointed back to the fort
ress and said, "That place is II perfect hell"
Our photographers, aware of the immense
necessity OF having plenty OF worls to OK
press the different shades OF trouble. have
strewn over their pages such wOr Is rs "an
noyance," distress" "grief," "bittorness"
"hearlache," misery" "Iwinge," "pang"
Wortura," "afIliction," "anguish," "tribu-
lation," "wretchedness, ""woe" But have
a glad sound for every hospital, for every
sickroom, for every lifelong invalid. for
every broken heart "lnere shalt be no
more pain" Thank God! Thank God
No malaras float in the air. No bruised
foot treads that street. No weary arm. No
painful respiration. No hectic flush. No
one can drink of that healthy fountain and
keep faint hearted or faint headed. He
whose foot touches that pavement becomes
an athlete. The first kiss of that summer
air will take the wrinkles from the old mans
cheek. Amid the multitude of songsters
not one diseased throat. The first fash
of the throne will scatter the darkness
of those who were born blind. See, the
lame man leaps rs hart AMI the dumb
sing. From that bath of infinite delight we
shall step forth, our WEAKNESS forgotten.
Who are those radiant ones2 Why, that ono
had his jaw shot off at Fredericksburg; that
one lost his eyes in Il powder blast that one
had his back broken by a fall from the ships
halyards ;that one died OF gingrene in the
hospital No more pain. Sure enough,
here is Robert Hall, who never before
saw well day, AMI Edward Pay
,ubn lpIu RI nf
distress, and Richard Baxter, who passed
through untold physical torture. ALI well.
No more pain. Here too, are the Theban
legion, great host OF G66G put to the sword
for Christs sake No distortion on their
countenance. No fires to hurt them, or
floods to drown them, or racks to tear them.
All well. Here are the Scotch Covenanters.
none to hunt them now. The dark cave and
imprecations of Lord CIuverhouse ex-
changed for temple service. and the pres.
ence of Him VINO helped Hugh L1timer out
Of the fire. All well. No more pain.
| set open the door Of heaven until there
blows on you this refreshing breeze. The
fountains of God have made it cool, and the
gardens have made it sweet. | do not
know that solomon ever heard on hot day,
the ice click in an ice pitcher, but he wrote
AS if he did when he said, Gas cold waters
to thirsty soul, so is COOL news from far
country"
Clamberng among the Green Mountains |
was tired and hot and thirsty, and l shalt
not forget how refreshing it was when. after
awhile, | heard the mountain brook tumb-
ling over the rocks had no cup, no chalicp,
so l got down on my knees and face to
drink. Oh, we climbers on the journey, with
cut feet and parched tongues and fevered
temples, listen 10 the rumbling of sapphire