The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1894-07-14

to the coward kings these words will
speak, but not in tones of fattery.
They will speak like the flaming sylla-
bles on Belshazzar's wall. The days Of
our pride are numbered; the days Of judg-
ment draw near. Yes, that parchment
will speak to kings in language sad and
terrible as the trumpet of the arch
angle. You have trampled on the
rights of man long enough. At last the
voice of human woe has pierced the car
of God, and calls His judgment down.
You have waded on to thrones through
seas of blood You have tramped on
to power over the necks OF millions
You have turned the poor mans sweat
and blood into robes for your delicate
forms and into crowns for your annoint-
ed brows. Now, kingsl Now purpled
hangmen of the world, for you comes
the day of axes. gibbetG and scaffolds;
for you the wrath of man (; for you the
| llightnings of God. Sue b is the decIars-
tion to the kings of the world. And
shall We falter nowI Shall We start
back appalled, when oui. feet touch the
very threshold of fresdt)mI Do you see
quaiing faces around you, when our
wives have been butch cred whom the
bearthstones of the land are red with
the blood OF little children? What!
Are there shrinking hea rts or faltering
voices here, when the very dead of our
battle6elds call upon US to sign that
parchment or be accur,ed? Sign! If
the next moment the gibbets rope is
around your necks. SignI If the next
moment the hallrings with echo of the
falling axe. Sign! By all your hopes
in life, in death, as husbands, fathers
and as men, sign that parchment or
be accursed forever. Sgnl Not only
for yourselves, but for all ages, for that
parchment will be the text book of free
dom and the bible of the rights OF man
forever. SignI For the declaration
will 60 out to American hearts forever
and speak to them like the voice of
God, and it's work will not be done un-
til, throughout all this wide continent.
not single inch of ground owns the
sway Of privilege or power. Nay! Do
not start and whisper with surprise. |
1t is truth, God proclaims it. Your
own hearts witnesses it. This conti-
nent is the property of a free people
and their property alone. Look at the
history of your Bunker Hill and your |
Lexington, where band of plain farm
ers mocked and trampled down the
panoply of British arms, and tell me, if
you can, that God has not given Amsri-
ca to the free. 1t is not given our
human intellect to climb the skies or
to pierce the councils of the Almighty
One. But methinks | stand amid the
awful clouds that veil the brightness of
Jehovah's throne. Methinks see the
Recording Angel pale as an angel is
pale, weeping as an angel can weep,
come tremb bling up to the throne and
speaking his dread message: "Fathe5,
The old world is baptised in blood
Father, it is drenched with the blood of
butchered in war, in persecu-
ion, in slow and grinding oppression.
Father, lookl With one glance of
hine eternal eye, look over Europe, |
Asia, Africa, and behold evermore
erribls light man tredden down be- l
leath the opprsssor's feet, nations lost
n blood, murder and superstition walk |
ng hand in hand over the graves of g
heir victims, and not single voice to c
whisper hope to man. He stands there
the angeD, his hand trem bling with G
he black record of human guilt. But G
Iark! The voice of Jehovah speaks q
ut of the awful cloud, "Let there be c
ight again. Let there be new world. /
ell my people, the poor, down trodden
to GO out from the old world. I
ell them to go out from wrong, OPP
ression and blood. Tell them to 90 a
Ut from the old world to build up my .
ltar in the new.n Ha, God lives, my A
lends, believe that to be his voice. Il
es, were my soul trembling on the d
rink of eternity, were my hand freez- Il
,g in death, were my voice choking 81
ith the last struggle, would still with o
le last wave Of this hand, With the last Fl
asp of that voice, impors you to re- o.
ember the truth. God has given Il
merica to the free. Yes, as sank al
own in the gloomy shadows of the
ave, would beg to you, sign that tc
,rchment 10 name of the one who il
ade the Savior, who redeemed you; CT
the name OF the millions whose very al
'eath is now hushed in intense ex- m
'ctation as they look up to you for The fr