San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1896-02-02

fact that falls within the purview
of,the scientific observation. 1t only
proves that there is nothing so
iron clad as habit; nothing so
rigid as use; nothing from which
escape Is so difficult IL not i'm
possible as from the daily think
ing and doing with which we have
voluntarily saddled ourselves.
But aside from this, there is the
inhumanity Of it. Surely no more
inhuman thing was done under
the sun than this. This devour-
ing OF all that makes the wealth Of
heart and home; this Staying in
cold blood the regulations OF those
who are with us in our daily doing,
around our hearthstones, in the
circle Of our most intimate &C.
quaintances, within the sacred
precincts of our households Of
faith, swearing by the same gods
and placing our gifts upon the
same affairs. The untutored saw
age revolts at devouring his own
offspring, but the civilized canni-
bal seems to take a fiendish plea
sure in denying natural feeling,
crucifying all relation, that his
hands and her tongue may be
dabbled in the heart and soul
blood of their victims.
1t was from a profound knowl.
edge Of the deadliness of soul-mur-
der that he Nazsrene spoke, when
he said that his disciples were
not to fear those who could only
kill the body and after that had
no more that they could do. The
power that can cast the soul into
hell is that which is to be feared.
The poet says that hell has no
fury like woman scorned. Earth
has no fury, or hell, like the man
or woman gone insane over this
devouring Of regulations, until
there is nothing in human. hearts
or lives that is secure from their
murderous speech. The Malay,
drunk and a rsving maniac, as he
runs amuck with his dagger, is
life preserver compared to those
who thrust out the tongue in Sc
cret to stab to the heart those
whom they have lured into their
confidence.
The old assassin, who treach-
reously took his victim to his
breast, saying, cart thou in health,
my brother" as he stabbed him
under the fifth rib, was a minis
ter of mercy compared to the civil
lized cannibals of this generation,
who smile upon their victims with
all the sweet seductiveness of Eve,
kissing them with the fond af-
fectionateness Of purest love, look
ing meanwhile for the secret joint
in their harness through which
they may stab them to their
death. How honied the words
with which the secret things Of
the life are drawn out OF the un-
suspecting victim, that out Of
these the weapon that will slay
the most securely may be taken.
What refinement Of cruelty can
equal this. 1t is like taking from
the mother the milk in which to
seethe her babe for the feast of the
uncivilized cannibal.
Dearly Beloved. What is there
in life after the sweetness OF con.
, fdence in human kind is dead!
J What is there in communion
with your fellows when you
| fear a secret stab in every smile;
' What pleasure in your household
( when you are likely to find all itt
trust gone out from you, because
1 OF the murderous blades Of lyins
, tongues? Especially, what hop'
y is there for the unprotected il
o their battle for bread, when the.
4 are continually exposed to thes'
, attacks in the rear while tightin,
the foes of existence in front
= Bodies die, but spirits live on
: Flesh is a temporary thing, blu
the imperishable things OF SOU
. why should they be stricken t
their eternal sorrow withou
cause?
IL Mans iphumanity to ma
n ,oLoa oouptlaSc p1illinna mnurr