The Bossier banner., 1894-12-20
NUMBER 43.

Think of the death throes of the five
million men sacrificed in one campaign
of XerXes. Think of the one hundred
and twenty thousand that perished in
the seige of Ostend, of three hundred
thousand dead at Acre, of one million
one hundred Thousand dead in the
siege of Jerusalem, of the one million
eight hundred and sixteen thousand of
the dead at Troy, and then complete
the review by considering the stupen-
dous estimate of Edmund Burke-that
the loss by war had been thirty-fve
times the entire then present popula-
tion of the globe.
Go through and examine the lacera-
tioni, the gunshot fractures, the saber
wounds, the gashes of the battle-ax,
the slain of bombshell and exploded
mine and falling wall, and those de-
stroyed under the gun carriage and
the hoof of the cavalry horse, the burn
ing thirsts, the camp fevers, the frosts
that shivered, the tropical suns that
smote. Add it up, gather it into one
line, compress it into one word, spell it
in one syllable, clank it in one chain,
pour it out into one groan, distil it into
one tear.
Ay, the world has writhed in six
thousand years of suffering. Why
doubt the possibility Of future world
of suffering when we see the tortures
that have been inflicted in this? A
deserter from Sebastopol coming over
to the army of the allies pointed
back to the fortress and
said: ''That place is perfect hell =
Our photographers, aware of the JIM
mense necessity of having plenty of
words to express the different shades
of trouble, have strewn over their pages
such words as annoyance, distress"
grief" bitterness" ''heartache,"
misery" ''twinge, ""pang," torture"
''afiiction," anguish" ''tribulation,"
''wretchedness," "woe." But have a
glad sound for every hospital, for every
sick room, for every lifelong invalid,
for every broken heart. '"There shall
be no more pain" Thank God! Thank
Godl
No malarias float in the air. No
bruised foot treads tat street. No
painful respiration. No hectic flush.
No one can drink of that healthful
fountain and keep faint-hearted or
faint-headed. He whose foot touches
that becometh an athlete. The first
kiss of that summer air will take
the wrinkles from an old mans
cheek. Amid the multitude of song
sters, not one diseased throat. The first
flash of the throne will scatter the
darkness of those who were born
blind. See, the lame man leaps as
hart, and the dumb sing. From that
bath of infinite delight we shall step
forth, our WEAKNESS forgotten.
Who are those radiant ones? Why,
that one had his jaw shot off
at Fredericksburg; that one lost
his eyes in powder blast;
that one had his back broken by
fall fran the ships halyards; that one
died of gangrene in the hospital. No
more pain. Sure enough, here is Rob-
ert Hall, who never before saw well
day, and Edward Payson, whose body
was ever torn of distres, and Richard
Baxter, who passed through untold
physical torture. All well. No more
| pain. Here, too are the ThebaD
| legion, a great host of six thou
sand six hundred and sixty-six
put to the sword for Christ's
| sake. No distortion on their coun-
tenance. 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 Claverhouse exchanged for temple
service, and the presence of Him who
helped Hugh Latimer out of fire. All
| we'll 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. l do not know that
Solomon ever heard on hot day the
ice click in the ice pitcher, but he
wrote as if he did when he said: "As
cold waters to thirsty soul, so is good
news from far country"
Clambering among the Green noun
| tains was tired and hot and thirsty, and
| shall not forget how refreshing it was
when, after awhile, heard the noun
tain brook tumbling over the rocks.
| had no cup, no chalice, SO I got down
on my knees and face to drink. Oh, ye
climbers on the journey, with cut feet
and parched tongues and fevered
temples, listen to the rumbling of sap
phire brooks amid lowered banks,
over golden shelvings. Listen! 1.-THE
Lamb which is in the midst of the
throne shall lead them into living
fountains of water" / do not offer it
to you in chalice To take this you
must bend. Get down on your knees
and on your face, and drink out of this
great fountain of Gods consolation.
"And lol heard voice from Heaven
as the voice of many waters"
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