Le MeschaceÌbeÌ. [volume] ([Lucy] La.) 1853-1942, 1914-12-05
The Havoc OF War.

prolific writer, cannot but meet
the general appreciation Of all
thinking men and women of our
beloved country, had they the
opportunity Of reading same
! As a jurist, as statesman, as
an orator, and as profound and
Ischolarly writer, Mr.. Sumner
stood high in the estimation of
his countrymen.
! In one of his most notable ad-
i dresses on The Grandeur of
Nations he always took strong
ground against war among ma
tions. The following extract
shows, without the least doubt,
that the now raging conflict-that
our present war which is now
existing among a supposed civiliz.
ed and christanized European
nation. bears nothing for its
fruitage but Havoc and Desola-
ton, and as one could picture IT.
"A War-torn Country.
Shall this be the way Of deter
ming justice between nations?
Wherefore this dismal duel?
The melancholy but truthful
answer promptly comes, that
this is the established meth
|od" OF determining justice be
tween nations.
i need not dwell now on the
waste and cruelty of war. These
Istare Us wildly in the face, like
llurid meteon lights, as we travel
the page of history. We see the
desolation and death that pursue
its demoniac footsteps. Wei66k
upon sacked towns, upon savage
territories upon violated homes; !;
We. l5ehold all the sweet charities
lef life changed to Wormwood
and gall.
Our soul is penetrated by the
sharp moan of mothers, sisters,
ond daughters-of fathers, broth
ers, and sons, who, in the bitter
Iness of their bereavement, re-
| fused to be confronted.
| Our eyes rest at last upon one
Iof these fair fields, where Nature
lin her abundance. spreads her
cloth of gold, spacious and apt
for the entertainment of mighty
multitudes-or, perhaps, from the
curious subtlety of its position,
of its position, like the carpet in
j the Arabian tale, seeming to con-
| tract so as to be covered by a few
only, or to diIate so as to receive
I an innumerable host. Here under
la bright sun, such as shane at
/ Austerlitzor Buena Vista amidst
the perclful harmonies, of nature
on the Sabbarh of peace we be-
hold hands of brothers. children
Iof a common Father, heirs to 4
common happiness struggling
Ito ther in the deadly fight,
with the madness Of fallen spirits
seeking with murderous Weap-
ons the lives of brothers who
!, have never injured,them or their
. kindred. The havoc RACES. The
ground is soaked with their COM
. mingling blood. The air il rent
by their commingltng cries
Horse and rider are stretched to-
gether on the earth. More revolt
ing than the mangled victims,
than the gashed limbs, than the
lifeless trunks, than the spatter-
1Iing brains, are the lawless pas
sions which sweep, tempest like,
through the friendist tumult
The scene changes. Far away
lon the distant pathway OF the
ocean two ships approach each
II other, with white canvas broadly
spread to receive the flying gales
They are proudly built. All od
! human art has been lavished il
their graceful proportions, and i
their well compacted sides, while
they look in their dimen sions hks
FLOATING happy islands on the sea
"A numerous crew, with costly ap
pliances Of comfort, hives IN theil
secene shelter. Surely these twt
travellers shall meet In joy anC
friendship: the flag at the mus
lhead shall give the signal O
friendship; the happy sailors shal
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