The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1900-02-01

Absolute despot, Russian car, human
brother, God bless you. You asked the
nations and they gathered at The Hague
to talk disarmament and peace. The
world said "amen," and hoped and
prayed that the closing Ninteenth CEN
fury might see the last of wars, and ar
bitration cure the nations greed for
gold. Alas, United States, dear land,
and you, Great Britain, birthplace Of my
fathers, what a shameful spectacle you
now present to all mankind. Imperial
president, imperial queen, fronted like
pagan Jove, if you are right in carrying
fire and sword, leaving sickening trail
Of blood and carnage, misery and woe
throughout the Boer republic, and the
islands of the sea, II you are right, our
grand old bible is like heather fable
and the love taught by our blessed Saw
Tor is a heartless cheat, our boasted
Christian civilization bloody lie.
We freed the outraged Cuban from
tyrant's thrall and promised them
their liberty. The Filipino heard and
hailed the giant of the West as champ
ion of oppressed mankind. Oh! what a
chance we missed to rise and shine and
rule, had we but played them fair. But,
alas, 1t can never come again. Com
mercialism spoke and gun was fired,
by whom 1t matters not. The trusts
demanded other lands to loot, and pre-
text was to build up a large standing
army.
1t Is a saddening sight to see the flag
that waved at Valley Forge and York
town, Gettysburg and Appomattox car
ried in expressions van; to see the gov
eminent of this great nation, claiming
to be Christian, arguing like paid coun-
ell to justify a barbarous course like
some vast jungle tiger, with cleaning
fangs and eyes aflame, hunting our poor
Filipino brothers from post to post,
gorging our dripping nav with Tagal
blood. Tell us, are our dear soldier
boys, in far-away Luzon, heroes bathed
in glory? Is this glory where cannons
below and dumdums hiss? Are they
fighting and dying to spread the love
taught by our universal Jesus thus with
reeking sabre? He'll knows no scene
more horrible than this. We can defend
Mohammed now, he did no more.
Will binder twine be cheaper, that
the murdered Filipino farmers bones
lie bleaching on his hearthstone, and
those he loved sitting, with eyes too hot
for tears, right in the dust on Otis
track. Yes, grab the islands. Give the
Goddess combine sway. Aguina1do, the
spirit of Bunker Hill and Bannock Burn
thrills ali the nations now, and will rise
again triumphant. Fight on, the God
of justice Is our God today. Dom Paul,
your very name is stirring noble depths.
A later Washington, touch cords that
vibrate on and on. With your embat-
tied farmers in camp and on the field
singing songs that Warrior David sang
cause England's throne to tremble. The
prayers of Washington from out the
narrowing scenes at Valley Forge were
carried by the icy blasts straight as an
arrow, up to heaven and they were ans
wered.
Scotchmen, before we cast our lot
with domineering, greedy England,
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later Robert Bruce? Think Of it, the
night before the battle of Bannock Burn,
where victory meant our nations life
preserved, defeat place like plundered
Ireland, whose so-called lords and dukes
and high-born Nakes would squander the
wealth rung from peasant brows In Lon
don, modern Babylon. But, bark!
From England's camp they hear the
shouts of wassail revelry, while from
the Scottish lcgions pass the murmured
prayer, the early mass. On Gillies hill,
behind the Scottish army, the old men
women and children prayed for victory.
and it came. Centuries have passed,
and again in Southern Africa, old men,
mothers, sweethearts, wives and child
rem this very day are calling to the Lord
of Hosts to turn the same red-handei
tyrant back.
English soldier. what is your reward
Pour out your life blood on the thirsty
sands all to uphold power whose god
Is gold, power. that knows not Jesus,
a power that is forcing the world to
weigh its toll against the rich mans
gold, power that failed at Yorktown,
but dominates our congress and our
president. Today a power that bluffed
at Venezuela hogs all the frozen rocks
IN frigid Klondike, and now is murder
ing men in South Africa, whose only
crime is that they love their fathers,
mothers, wives and sweethearts Such
a power now pauses not to drench the
Rand with human blood, to gain the
gold that streaks the sands. England
our instincts are truer than the cloven
tongues of your servile diplomats. Your
rotten plea for war deceives no honest
man. Dom Paul. you showed a states
mans foresight when you refused the
ballot to adventures from every land
who throng the gold fields of the
Rand, denied them power to vote the
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