The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-07-11

en. The voice in the wilderness was the voice of God. The lamentation in Ramah, Rachel weeping for her chill dren, was a sign that the hour had struck for the Christian chivalry to prove worthy of such a title. The dy- ing moans of murdered fathers were heard at the throne of justice and borne to our ears by the spiritual mes senger.
 Let us thank God that these victories reveal the Almighty's approval if not of our civilization in it's entirety at the present, surely of the goal for which we strive.
 Let us thank God that whereas yes- terday we were blind, to-day we can see. We can see beyond the confines of this continent. The sphere of our in- fluence has been enlarged and there has come the reflex action of broader life, stronger manhood. Verify, verify
 This life were brutish did we not
 sometimes
 Have intimation clear of wider scope, Hints of occasion infinite to keep
 The soul alert with noble discomfort And onward yearnings of unstilled de-
 sire"
 This morning we offer our prayers in behalf of our sailors on the sea and our soldiers on the land. We think of them suddenly taken from the home, the office, the school, the factory and surrounded by conditions totally differ ent. We think of them lying behind the breastworks worn with the heat and the strife, sleeping in the darkness of the night by their guns, tramping on their lonely beat keeping faithful watch while their thoughts run to the dear ones at home whom they love and whom they may never again behold, wakened in the morning by the rattle of the musketry, marching into battle uncertain whether they will stand or fall in the conflict. We think of them exposed to the dangers of strange lands and seas. May the Master who keep eth faithful watch above His own shield the sons of the nation. We pray for the heores who, wounded, lie in the hospitals. Those torn by shot and shell who withstood the brunt of the battle Now to them the excitement is over and they must suffer in quiet. This is the hardest task of all. May the great physician heal their wounds and sit by them in their agony.
 We pray for those whose lot it is to | mourn. Many homes have been made desolate in these few weeks. Many there are this morning to whom the war is, indeed, reality. It is not a small sacrifice to give a son, father or husband. It is the one priceless offering we can make. The knife sinks deep, the pain is almost unbearable, the sense of loneliness threatens to crush the very life. o Thou, who dost comfort the widow and the fatherless hear our prayer We pray for peace. Out in the Pacific ocean half way be- | tween Fiji and Samoa is the ring is- | land of Ninafon. Great walls of black lava enclose beautiful lake two miles l in diameter. When the ocean outside is pitching and roaring under the force Of the screaming tempes. the little lake lies placid and pea ,eful. After all, we are the safest in the hafbor of peace It is in peace that we build our enduring {! structures. 1t is Dy peace that the na- tions of the earth are drawn together and lifted up. 1t is through the pur- suits of peace that man surrounds him. | self with those conditions that make l for his highest good and his keenest | joy. Peace must be a prominent fac 1 tor in the noblest earthly kingdom just as it is to be a noticeable feature in l that kingdom which is to supercede all the governments of the earth. The Master said: Peace I leave with you, peace give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your
 heart be troubled, neither let it be
 afraid. go away and come again.