Part 35 (1/2)

What is war? I believe that half the people that talk about war have not the slightest idea what it is In a short sentence it may be summed up to be the combination and concentration of all the horrors, atrocities, crilobe is capable

If you go into war now, you will have lishht noell as they ever did; and there is ample power to back them, if the country can be but sufficiently excited and deluded You ton, and another Nelson, too; for this country can grow men capable of every enterprise Then there may be titles, and pensions, and reat;--but what becomes of you, and your country, and your children?

You profess to be a Christian nation Youis somewhat out of place in such questions--you make it your boast that you are a Christian people, and that you draw your rule of doctrine and practice, as from a well pure and undefiled, from the lively oracles of God, and from the direct revelation of the Onificent project of illu the whole earth, even to its remotest and darkest recesses, by the dissemination of the volue are written for ever the words of peace Within the limits of this island alone, every Sabbath-day, twenty thousand, yes, far more than twenty thousand temples are thrown open, in which devout men and women assemble to worshi+p Him who is the ”Prince of Peace”

Is this a reality? or is your Christianity a romance, and your profession a dream? No; I am sure that your Christianity is not a romance, and I am equally sure that your profession is not a dream It is because I believe this that I appeal to you with confidence, and that I have hope and faith in the future I believe that we shall see, and at no very distant tist the people; a sense of justice growing up in a soil which hitherto has been deemed unfruitful; and--which will be better than all--the churches of the United Kingdo as it were frolorious work, when they shall not only accept and believe in the prophecy, but labour earnestly for its fulfilment, that there shall come a time--a blessed time--a time which shall last for ever--when ”nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any ht

THE HOMES OF ENGLAND

The stately holand!

How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land!

The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny glealides past the strealand!

Around their hearths by night, What gladsoht!

There wo, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips e of old

The blessed holand!

How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath hours!

Soleh their woods at morn; All other sounds, in that still tie holand!

By thousands on her plains, They are s o'er the silvery brooks, And round the ha orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath the eaves

The free, fair ho, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be reared To guard each halloall!

And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God!

Felicia He dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?

Vainly the fowler's eye Might ainst the cri

Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, orbillows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?

There is a Pohose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,-- The desert and illi, but not lost