The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1894-11-21
London plaques make the worlds knees

London plaques make the worlds knees
knock together.
Pain has gone through every street and up
every ladder and down every shaft. 1t Is on
the wave, on the mast, on the beach:
Wounds from clip of elephants tusk and
adder's sting and crocodile's tooth and
horses hoof and wheels revolution. W.
gather up the infrmities OF our parents ana
transmit to our children the inheritance
augmented by our own sicknesses, and they
add to them their own disorders, to pass the
inheritance to other generations. In A. u.
262 the plague in Rome smote into the dust
5000 citizens daily. In 544, in Constantl-
nople, 1000 gravediggers were not enough to
the whole Prussian army. At times the
earth has sweltered with suffering.
Count up the pains OF Austerlitz. where
$4,000 fell of Fontenoy, where 100000 fell
of Chalons, where 800. 900 fell, Of Marius'
fight, in which 290, 900 fell :of the tragedy
at Herat where Genghis Khan massacred
1, 600 900 men, and of Nlshar. where he slew
1,747 1000 people ;of the 18, 900, 900 this mon
ster sacrificed in fourteen years as he went
forth to do as he declared, to exterminate
the entire Chinese nation and make the en-.
pire pasture for cattle.
Think of the death throes OF the 5000, 900
men sacrificed in one campaign Of xer1es.
Think Of the 120, 900 that persisted In the
LOO, 900 dead in the siege of Jerusalem, OF
1915, 900 of the dead at Troy, and then COM
plete the review by considering the stupen-
dous estimate OF Edmund Burke, that the
loss by war had been thirty-ave times the
entire then present population OF the globe.
Go through and examine the lacerations.
the cunshot fractures, the saber wounds,
the gashes OF the battleax, the slain OF bomb.
she'll and exploded mine and falling wall
and those destroyed under the gun car
rage, and the hoof Of the cavalry horse,
the burning thirsts, the camp fevers. the
frosts that shivered, the tropical suns that
smote. Add 1t up, gathor 1t into one line,
compress 1t into one word, spell 1t In one
syllable, clank It in one chain, pour 1t
ont In one groan, distill 1t into one tear.
Ave, the world has wrthed In 5000 years
OF suffering. Why doubt the possibility OF q
future world OF suffering when we see the
tortures that have been inflicted in this? A
deserter from Sevastopol, coming over to
army Of the allies, pointed back to the fort.
ress and said, 'That place is perfect hell.
Our photographers, aware OF the immense
necessity of having plenty of words to ex.
press the different shades OF trouble. have
streTn over their pages such words as "an
noyance," "distress," "grlef," "bitterness,ss
"heartache," "misery "twlnge," "pang,'
"torture, "atrllctlon," "anguisb," "trlbu
lation," "wretchedness." "woe." But havd
a glad sound for every hospital, for every
sickroom, for every lifelong invalid. for
every broken heart. "There shall be no
more pain" Thank God! Thank God!
No malarias 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 flash
of the throne will scatter the darkness
of those who were born blind. See, the
lame man leaps as a hart and the dumb
sing. From that bath Of infinite delight we
shall step forth, our wearlness forgotten.
Who are those radiant ones? Why, that one
had his jaw shot OF at Fredericksburg that
one lost his eyes in a powder blast that one
had his back broken by fall from the ships
halyards that one died OF gangrene In the
here Is Robert Hall, who never before
saw we'll day, and Edward Pay.
son, whose body was ever torn OF
distress, and Richard Baxter, who passed
through untold physical torture. Ali we'll.
No more pain. Here, too, are the Theban
legion, great host OF $685. put to the sword
for Christ's sake. No distortion on their
countenance. No fires to hurt them, or
floods to drown them, or racks to tear them.
All we'll. Here are the Scotch Covenanters,
none to hunt them now. The dark cave and
imprecations of Lord Claverhouse eI-
changed for temple service, and the pres
ence of Him who helped Hugh Latimer out
of the fire. All we'll. No more pain.
I 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, "As cold waters
to thirsty soul, so Is good news from lar
country"
.. Clambering among the Green Mountains
was tired and hot and thirsty, and shall
not forget how refreshing It was when, after
awhile, I heard the mountain brook tumb-
ling over the rocks. I had no CUP, mo chal1ce,
30 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 tne rumbling OF sapphire
brooks, amid Powered banks, over golden
shelyings. Listen! "The Lamb which Is In
the midst of the throne shall lead them unto
living fountains OF water" do not offer It
to you In a 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, 10, heard q
voice from heaven, as the voice Of many