Brighouse & Rastrick Gazette. — 1879-10-18 (Brighouse, West Yorkshire, England)

UNDER THE GUNS.  Under the runs of the Fort on the Hill Daisies are blossoming, buttercups fill; Up the grey ramparts the sealing vine flings. High its green ladders, and falters and clings Under the guns. Under the guns, ' Under the guns of the Fort on the Hill. Under the guns of the Fort on the Hill, Once shook the earth with the cannonade's thrill, Once trod those buttercups feet that, now still, Lies all at rest in their trench by the mill. Under the gnns, Under the guns, Under the guns of the Fort on the Hill. Under the guns of the Fort on the Hill, Equal the rain falls on rood and on ill, Soft lies the sunshine, still the brook runs, Still toils the hushandman—under the guns, 'Under the guns, Under the guns, Under the guns of the Fort on the Hill. Under the guns of Thy Fort on the Hill. Lord in Thy mercy we wait on Thy will. Lord, it is War that Thy wisdom best knows, Lord, it is Peace that Thy goodness still shows Under the guns. Under the guns, Under the guns of Thy Fort on the Hill. —Bret Firarte.  Extract from a sermon entitled "The Grand Review of the Armies of Heaven," by the Rev. Dr. Ttimage, In the Christian Herald and Signs of our Times, Sep. 3rd, 1879 : I.—Now come on the battation,s of th,e saved. Here passes the regiment of Christian martyrs. They endured all things for Christ; they were hounded; they were sawn asunder: they were hurled out of life. Here come the eighteen thousand Scotch Covenanters who perished in one persecution. Escaped from the clutches of Claverhouse and bloody McKenzie and the horrors of the Grassmarket. they ride in the great battalion of Scotch martyrs; Hugh M`Kail and James Renwick and John Knox and others whose words are a battleshout for the Church militant—men of high cheek bones and strong arms and consecrated spirits. Greyfriars Churchyard took some of their bodies. but heaven took all their souls. They went on weary feet through the glens of scotland in times of persecution, and crawled up the crags on their hands and knees; hut now they follow the Christ for whom they fought and bled, on white horses of triumph. Ride on. ye conquerors 1 Victors of Dunottar Castle and Bass Rock and Rutherglen I Ride on I  Here comes the regiment of English martyrs. Queen Mary against King Jesus made an uneven fight. The twenty thousand chariots of God coming down the steep of heaven will ride over any foe. Queen Mary thought that by sword and fire she had driven Protestants down, but she only drove them up, _ _  Here they pass. Bishop Hooper, and Rogers, prebendary of St. Paul's; and Archbishop Cranmer, who got his courage back in time to save his soul; and Anna Asken, who, at twenty-five years of age, rather than forsake her God, submitted first to the rack without a groan, and then when with bones so dislocated she must be carried on a chair to the stake, her last words rising through the flames being a prayer for her murderers. Oh, cavalcade of men and women, whom God snatched up from the iron fingers of torture into eternal life! Ride on, thou glorious regiment of English martyrs! Look at this advancing host of a hundred thousand. Who are they Look upon the flag and upon their uniform and tell us. They are the Protestants who fell on St. Bartholomew's Day in Paris, in Lyons, in Orleans. in Bordeaux, while the king looked out of the window and cried " Kill I kill 1" Oh, what a night, followed by what a day! Who would think that these on white horses were tossed out of windows, and manacled, and torn, and dragged, and slain, until it seemed that the cause of God had perished, and cities were illuminated with infernal joy, and the cannon of St. Angelo thundered the triumph of hell Their gashed and bespattered bodies were thrown into the Seine, but their souls went up out of a nation's shriek into the light of God; and now they pass along the boulevards of heaven.  "Soldier of God, well done! Blest be thy loved employ; And while eternal ages run Rest in thy Master's joy." Ride on, ye mounted troops of St. Bartholomew's day!