Year: 1860

Sunday paper published in this city, as l hope
may, through the same, say few words TO
my fellow men upon the subject of carving
deadly weapons. Sunday is day when all
are presumed TO be at leisure, and when
they should employ the mind in profitable
thoughts. This is a lovely-a beautiful dav
ALI around US seems balmy, and sweet ma
ture Is dressed in her gayest attire; our sweet
homes are made vocal this morning with the
prattling of our young loved ones, and the
songs OF merry birds; the mellow ding dong of
the church going bell excites in our bosoms
the thoughts which point Heavenward to
nm who Is the giver of every good and per-
iect gift 1t is day consecratel By God him.
Setf to holy works, and holy thoughts.


Then, o man, let me approach YOU and
reason with you. am not going to select a
text and preach you sermon first because
am not preacher and second because |
know you will have a chance this day offered
you, at all the churches in the city, to hear a
better discourse than have the ability to
give you.


l wish to rursuade you, my brother, to
have more love for your fellow men. If YOU
have none of the milk of human kindness in
your bosom-if you wish to be wise and hap
Py here, and, may say hereafter, you should
endeavor to cultivate goodness of heart for
your brother There is no such thing as sub
Stantial happiness, without proper love and
respect for our fellow mortas. A proper
feeling of this kind will prevent us from do =
ing many an injury by word, thought and
act towards our neighbor. But you will say
you love your fellow man. and would do him
any good in your power But, my dear
friend, you will turn around and pick up your
bowie knife or your pistol, and you will place
it in some part about your body, and you
will walk out, not dreaming that you will see
aught in your own human shape divine but
civilized man. Perhaps you engage in con-
versation with some of your kind differ
ence of opinion arises, your friend asserts that
a proposition advanced by you is ridiculous
you assert dogmatically, that it is true; he
asseverates with additional warmth, that it is
not true-yOu fly into passion forgetting
Solomon's proverb that "a soft answer turneth
away wrath but grievous words stir up an.
ger" and you tel him out fatty, that he lies
lie thinks that as mar of courage and spirit,
his feelings being aroused too, that he must
resent your insult. He strikes you, or aims
blow at you; you in moment of rage, me-
chanically sieze that deadly ly-devil's.instrumen
which you put on your body when you left
your happy home, and in moment, as the
realization ola terrible dream, your friend lies
a bleeding corpse at your feet. My God, my
God, my God, what have you done Per-
hapse your lifeless friend had that morning
left as happya little family as yourown Per.
hapse in a few moments the frantic screams of
the wife are heard by you while she bends
over the bleeding bosom of her dead husband
perhaps the dear distressed offspring are
gathering around the bloody scene, bewailing
in agony unspeakable, the death, aye the
death oc their dear father-their support
their all. May be, my brother, that you may
not see, in reality, the wife and children Of
your slain and bleeding victim lowering in
such frenzy as described above; but the time
will come when about your couch at night
will appear your slain friend, with his ghast-
ly wound more visible than he, surrounded
by his dear little ones and his wife, to chide
you in your horrible dreams. God has so
ordained it, and it will be so


Stop and reflect, my dear, dear brother,
and the weapon you put on your person this
morning cast from its concealment as you
would a lurking and hidden thief from your
house at night Then adopt the above pro-
verb from Solomon, and you will have taken
one long step towards happiness, or rather
from misery and wretchedness.


Rpor