Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1902-06-14
ARP AND HORRORS.
Bill Says the Accounts of Disastes
Make Him Sad.
They Seem Now to Increase-says All
Hearts Should Open in SYM
pathy for Those who Are
Mourning for Dead.

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'ls reprinted by permission.)
~ 1t is utterly impossible for a mar
- TO grasp the horrors of Martinique
iT Every individual case has it's heart.
rending anguish, and there a. 40. OoC
- OF them, and 1000 more at st. Vim
y cent. Here are 300 in the coal mines
= near Knoxville and 5000 mourners
= outside, and every day tells of some
- new disaster. The world seems to be
Z getting used to the calamities and
= terrible things. They are now big
: part OF the battle of life and if we
are not reconciled to it we do not
stop moment to ponder the suffer
ing and crime that is going on. No.
j, we cannot take it in, and the head.
lines in the daily papers are all that
we have time or inclination to read.
= Last night my wife and 1 read the
; pitiful story of Capt. Freeman, of the
: Roddam, as he told it at the hospita.
: at Lucia while tenderly lying upon
, pillows, his face and hands charred
and blackened, his flesh raw and his
eyeballs bloody, and how one after
another of his crew sank in a fiery
death until there were II of them
dead upon the deck, and this was the
only vessel of the 16 that brought
away living soul. Oh, it was hor-
rlole and filled our hearts with sor-
row and our eyes with tears. But
TINS was only one case, and there are
thousands who would have had as
pltiful tale to tell if they had lived
to tell it. 1t is good for us that we
cannot know but a small part of the
horrors of Martinique and St. Vim
cent and on the seas and rivers-one
case is enough. One case of a mother
trying to save her child on a burning
boat on the Mississippi river a few
weeks ago saddened us all, but tho
memory of such things soon passes
away and we forget it until another
comes. Only last week the papers
told of man, brute, who got angry
with his little boy of six years and
after slapping him to the floor picked
MIN up bodily and raised him above
his head and dashed him down and
crushed the life out of his little body
and his mother picked him up a
corpse, while the life blood spouted
from his mouth and nose. The re.
cital made me sick and sad. The
little boy, believe, is in heaven, but
the poor, heartbroken mother has 70
stay to keep guard over the other
three. Merciful Father, when will
these things cease to be; when will
woman learn that it is better to live
and die single than to chain herself
TO man whose character for loving
kindness has not been established in
the community. Girls, let me be-
seech you to take no chances. Be a
shop girl, typewriter, a seamstress.
book agent or anything that is pure
and honest, rather than the wife OF
heartless brute and the mother of
his children. Take no chances. The
young men of this generation are a
lard Iot-not more than two in ten
are hit to marry. Count them up in
your own community and ask your
brother about them. How many does
lie know who he would be willing for
lis sister to marry?
But was Eliminating about these
lorrible disasters and the grief that
ollows in their wake. Death is not :
o terrible thing. Very often it
ONES in mercy and is a blessing. \
peaceful death to the aged is a
change-the end of trou. II
lie and the beginning of happiness.
tut 1t is the time and the manner
f death. Fitz Greene Hallecls never
'rote a more beautiful verse than
is apostrophe to death:
Come when the blessed seals
hat close the pestilence are broke
nd crowded cities wall its stroke:
ONE IN consumption's chastity form.
ne earthquakes shock, the ocean s. storm.
nd thou art terrible-the tear
ne groan, the knel the pail, the bier:
nd all we know or dream or fear
VI agony are thine"
1t looks like some of these awful
lngs are getting close to us. These
islands are on our side of
e world, and not so far awav.
zen now the wind is blowing their
mes on our coasts, and the earth il
aking under Florida. The explo-
IN of the coal mines at Knoxville
the first horror of that kind in our
uthland, and no pen can picture
scene OF those imprisoned men
ltlng their last loving words to
yes and children as they gasped
breath-may the Lord have mercy
on them and temper the wind to ~
shorn lamb. To all who are in
III and all who are bereaved. we -
uld breathe the poor fisherman's
Eyer: "Oh Lord, good Lord, 1 am "Y
broken down poor mana fool to matt
AK to Thee-I am too old, too old 4eddS nv
ny lads are drowned-I've buried the I
poor wife-my little lassies died ship.
long ago that / forgot what they al
re like. know they went to Thee. her M u
l forget their little faces, though Chica
Kissed them sore. Merciful Lord
Use comfort those who have heavy ~.
rts. l cannot pray with finer T - ord
IDS; I have no learning-too old. But
old; but, good Lord, have pity on and
IN ALL" with
is sad to have to write of sad Bin
lgs, but the wise man said: SIT cord
letter to go to the house of A AISw
Irning than to the house of feast
" 1t is good for us all to stop
think and let our hearts opon .rd EN-
in sympathy. Man is to blame Bow.
most of his own troubles, and ~
ms inhumanity to man makes .d anei
ltless thousands MOURN" but even even I
is not the darkest side of the
ire. It is mans inbnmoni+T 49, Tim,
ors ,,oa4 n = =, OidI man.
en and children suffer If o,,a,,7, -