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suvius in A. D. 70, in volcanic erup-
ton. Like the sulphurous scoria
that destroyed Pompeii, undreamed
of human scoria, blown from the lower
strata of society, deluged the land
blasting wherever it fell. Into the
yawning crater tumbled the throne
the gentle king Louis XVI and the
beautiful queen Marie Antonette. The
ancient feudal system of France was
engulfed. All mobiles fled or were sent
to the national barber, the Guillotine,
who shaved not boards, but heads,
with an every waiting list of candidates
from the best of the land.
Gentle women, men # wealth, cul-
ture and rank were shaved, dropping
their heads under that ever-busy knife,
into the basket where royal heads had
fallen. Never was there such a holo-
caust. Women gathered with their
knitting, seeking choice seats-gos-
slipped and laughed as heads of the
great, the wise, the beautiful, the re-
fined filled the basket with the choic-
est fruit of the land.
One day in that fatal year, mob
gathered before huge prison over
crowded with the elite Of the city of
Paris. Wide open were thrown the
doors. Like tigers, rather like more
ignoble brutes, wolves and hyenas,
the human beasts of prey leaped upon
men, shrinking women, lettering age,
screaming children, whelps of the ar
istocrats, they were named by the
Jacobins; these helpless prisoners,
their only crime, culture, wealth, dis
tinction, were literally torn to pieces
by people maddened with blood lust.
Duplicate That Scene
The Bolshevists of our age have
duplicated that scene at the empty
ing of that Paris prison, with mob
executioners, not satisfied with the
slow work of the guillotine or the fir
ing squad. No wonder Anglo axons,
English or Americans, revolt from
red communism. The so-called higher
classes of French society; nobility,
royalty, had been preparing the So
called lower classes for these out
breaks both in France and Russia.
France in the closing years of the
eighteenth century, Russia in the OPP
ening quarter of the twentieth, but
reaped what they sowed. Men, ma
tions, who sow to the wind, reap the
whirlwind. Dragon teeth of mans in
humanity to man, are sure to bring
forth harvest of fury and revenge.
Though very ancient, the adage is
true, "Be not deceived; God is not
Knocked; whatsoever nan soweth, he
shall also reap" The mills of the gods
may grind slow, but they grind, grind,
with hideous results. No wonder we
Anglo-Saxons refuse to consider such
paintings and revolt from such har-
vests. While kings and counts and
marquieses repeated Balshazzar's
feast, blasphemously disregarding
such, to them, nonsense, as moral
obligation to God, laughing at relig-
ion pure and undefled, as practical
st. James defined religion, the mines
are laid in human dynamite for such
explosions as were seen in France and
Russia.
While Louis XIV was revoking the
edict of Nantes, dragonnading, muir
dering, expelling Huguenots, the cream
of his nation, while Louis XIV played
with mistresses, resigning his gov
eminent to the hand of the Pompadour
while Voltaire and the intelligentia,
called the Encyclopedias, were SOW
ing the land with atheism, their battle
cry, "a bas Jesus Christ" the subter-
ranean fires were being blown to
white heat, until the "Reign of Ter
ror" resulted.
What About the English?
What about the English on the other
side of the "Silver Streak" the Chan
mel, in the times before the French
Reign of Terror" while Voltaire was
crying "a bias Jesus Christ" John
and Charles Wesley and George Whit
field, with their lay preachers, were
going up and down Great Britain and
Ireland proclaiming Jesus as the
saviour from sin. Driven from the