The Newtown bee., 1900-06-15

century would have been repetition of the history of South America in the throes through which it passed in break ing away from the yoke of Spain, con- tinual broils and strife. If the s'peace- men" had had their way, we should have gone on in the way of Henry Clay, the 'Great Pacificator," trying to comprom- ise wrong by calling 1t each time lit- tile different name, trying to heal wound that grew all the time more caucerous,
 TRYING TO BRIDGE CHAsM
 that only yawned in greater seams, try ing to patch up 8 garment that refused to hold the stitches. Oh! give us no such peace as that.
 Longfellow, the poet of the home and not of the field, the gentlest of our poets,
 has written these lines:
 "Be bold be bold! and everywhere-Beb bold;
 Be not too bold! Yet better the excess Tn Tn the defect; better the more than less.
 Better like Hector on the field to die
 Than like the perfumed Paris turn and 1y."
 LongfelIow, who surely was quiet-lov- ing man, would advocate fighting rather
 than the surrender of principle. It is al- ways 8 dearly purchased peace that is
 purchased at the expense of right and honor. There is an eternal warfare be-
 tween right and wrong; 1t is not adjust ment or harmenizing of the two that God
 wants, and the great battle of Armaged- don, spoken of in the Bible, is the battle when right is to be supreme1y trium- phant. ''Be quiet," say the advocates of false peace when in your commun- ity matters in public life are getting as bad as they we'll can be and those who cry ''Peace !" have their hands and arms in the public till up to the shoulders. You might have told Cicero to be quiet when Cataline was meeting nightly with his conspirators at Marcus Laca's and
 Rome was being honeycombed with plots for her destruction. You might as
 we'll have told Martin Luther to be quiet
 when the truth of the great doctrine of justification by faith blazed in his soul. "Rere I stand," cried he before the Diet of Worms, 1T cannot do otherw wise. God ! help me. Amen.' How can I be quiet,
 he might have sa d, when every nerve
 within me tingles with the desire to
 speak my convictions, when my soul is
 all on fire to do my duty as I see it spread before me9 The Middlesex coun- ty farmers could not Keep quiet when the
 munitions of war stored at Lexington
 were in danger; but behind every stone { wall and tree
 "The embRttled farmers stnod ! And fired the shots heard round the world" The last decade of this century has
 furnished a splendid illustration of
 dearly bought peace, dearly bought be- ! cause bought at the price of right and
 honor. I refer. of course, to the Arme-
 nian massacres. Oh, yes, all Europe
 had peace. There were no mutterings of
 war along the Rbine, no gathering of forces at Victoria's command, no dis turbance of the serenity of the mighty Czar. All Europe had peace while the game of politics was being played, while the Eastern question still remained as ever Gordian knot, while. the sick man of the East" in his seraglio laughed in his sleeve at the thought of how easily WEAK MAN COULD KEEP MANY CHANTS ATBAY.
 The missionaries who in these last years have returned from Fur. key to our shores have given us the sick ening details, as far as they are relatable, of the murdering business that the Sultan carried on. They say 1t was terrible" What was terriblef War? Every one admits war is terrible. No, not war, but peace. Peace was terrible, and tits miseries fell not upon strcng men, but upon defenceless women and innocent children and in manner that the tongue cannot tell. Tue half of that awful story of peace will nsver be told. Oh, yes, it will be told. In that day when the se- crets of all hearts shall be disclosed, when every hidden thing shall be made manifest and every covered thing brought to light. ssFor the day shall declare it.,' From the blood of righteous Abel until now there Is 8 cry for the redress Of these things, and the day of vengeance will surely come. All Europe, I say, has peace ]; but there is no peace in Turkey to-day. It Is the peace of volcano whose boiling fires are tor the while smothered in. You and I would not be surprised if to-morrow's light should bring us the news of fresh outra9es on the part of the unspeakable Turk.
 The last decade of this century has fu- -nIshed splendid illustration of peace