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WAR–PEACE
“A new commandment I give to you,
that you love one another.”
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“A new commandment I give to you
that you love one another.’’
IMPROVEMENTs—The world needs a new outlook.
The soul of improvement is the improvement of the
soul. There is needed a new view point—the need of
the world—The 20th Century of the Christian era—The
era following the birth of the Prince of Peace—is a new
view point. The world has had nearly twenty centuries
of the profession of the Christian religion—still the need
is to adopt it as practicable. Chaucer (the father of
English poetry) wrote of the good preacher in his day.
“Chrestes love and his apostles twelve
He taught, and ferst of all
He folwed it himselve.”
We have had the profession of religion. We need to
practice it. Is that so? We may die poor so did He.
The man who stole rations from Napoleon’s army told
him he ‘‘had to live.” Napoleon said “That is not neces-
sary” and ordered him shot before breakfast—an un-
wsual thing—but retributive justice.
These men in Europe who are pouring out their blood
like water—are our brothers of men—the rains from
Heaven—This is God’s way to improve the soil—In
Chicago (Men’s methods curse everything—Thorean did
not want to go in business—“Trade curses everything,
it is naught.” “It is naught saith the buyer—then goes
his way and brags.”) In Chicago they kill cattle—men
stand to their knees in blood—they send it to Michigan
for fertilizer—excellent for roses.
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In Europe men pour out their blood in wars—such
killings were never. From whence come wars and fight-
ing, among you?. “From your own lusts.” Yet we will
not condem men—John Carlyle had stomach ache—he
was not right—Dyspepsia maybe-indigestion? It could
not have been appendicitis then. John said “the world
is all evil”—he sung that song—the only song he sang
-—he whistled it—his only whistle. In his mediations he
repeated the words—till Mrs. Carlyle—a tolerable good
Scotch woman—and being a woman—a Christian—this
song—and whistle and soul disease of Johns—got on her
spiritual nerves—and she preached John a sermon—
short—it was this—“John, God made man.” John took
that into his system—chewed it, digested it, after his
limited capacity for assimilating religous truth—John
was slow like all of us—a typical man of today—better
than the average, he was harmless in a sense, he did not
kill anybody—but John got his lesson. After that he
worded it different—he said the world is a miarture of
good and evil. He got it about half and half—and I am
glad that Frouda told us of John and his improvement
—it gives hope and encouragement for the rest of us—
So stupid we are.
But I was speaking of fertilizers—Prof. Holden and
the Alfalfa preachers tell us—the fertilizers are pretty
eacpensive. They don’t always tell us who to kill—pos-
sibly there are middle men to be eliminated. Maybe
there is acres of diamonds in fertilizers—close by home
if we had sense, but there the rub
Verestchagin was an artist—he painted—pictures of
war—not a word picture like Sherman—his word pic-
ture would break a man’s jaw—he put it on canvas, his
idea was that if men could see what war was, they would
see that it was not pie—only for the fellows who were
eaten—food for powder—so he consecrated his life to
the movie-pictures—his paintings came to Chicago—we
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saw them—after our war off towards China—and we
got wise. Verestchagin's pictures did us good. Wilson
from New Jersey, saw them, and later when he got a
better job he did not go to Mexico and kill off a few
millions, he said, They are our brothers too — they know
pretty near as much as we do—and if we look across the
creek towards Europe, Mexico with her little scraps
looks good.
Experience is a dear teacher—every civilized (?) na-
tion has come up from the Goth, Vandal and Hun period
to its present high state of civilization? How we brag.
Let Mexico learn—we have all been to school—don’t be-
grudge Mexico—her easy lessons. The result of the
Reolutionary war, was, England lost us off. The House
of Commons voted down Burke’s resolution in favor of
representation for the Colonies––270 against it—70 for
it—30 days after came Lexington and seven years of
war—Burke was right. He is a statesman now. He was
in the minority then. Seven years of education could
have been learned cheaper to have looked at Verestcha-
gus’ paintings—but no—he was not born then—but yet
they could have read the Bible, they had had about 1800
years instruction under the Great Teacher -'The Prince
of Peace, but they thought they knew more than He.
France had its revolution--the result was a more general
distribution of land holdings among the people.
About that time Eli Whitney a boy invented the cot-
ton gin—that made negroes higher-- and helped business
between Africa and Savanah—it made cotton king. The
time came when people turned their attention to culti-
vating conscience as well as cotton, then differences of
opinion as the constittution, its construction—-then four
years of study of the consteitution on battlelelds—out of
it came the new vission, that the rights of man do not
depend on Sun paint or cosmetics—that what is right
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is constitutional. We had our college education, and
kept pegging on—through some little wisdom and much
folly—till at the half century mark—after Appomattox
we knew that the legal questions were settled—a great
respect—appreciation and love—came to the old fellows
who fought on this side—for the brave men who fought
on the other side—and we had our Gettysburg Reunion
—and the old felows of both sides were in glad fellow-
ship. The word came from the heart, “God bless you,”
and He did—and when a man gets that he gets blessed—-
its worth more than a Ford automobile—a greenhorn
may break his neck with that—but the favor of God will
help a fool. The Prince of Peace was there—He who
came to save men not to kill them. He had his place
in our hearts and was not turned out of the hotel to be
born again among the cattle.
Glad prophecy—of the ending of another war—that
men do not seem to know much about—it is like the
Schleswig-Holstein question—only two men ever knew
anything about that—and “one of them died”—the other
one has “forgotten”—but this other war will end—the
wounds of the war will be healed and there will, by and
by, be another Gettysburg Reunion in Europe, and the
old fellows—who have rheumatism—or one or two legs
off—or are feeble—they will sit together in the tents,
with the fellows of the other side—and the fellows who
walk will stand together—with an indifference not
dreamed of now—at the memorials for this event and
that—and they will speak—not altogether of what we did,
but rather of the grand manhood shown here—there and
in the other place by the fellows of the other side—and
there will be mutual respect, appreciation, fellowship,
and love. There will be in larger sense—a truer and
better sense a United States of the world—some big
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ones now will be little ones then—each will then have a
truer sense of the view point of every other.
The Prince of Peace, so long rejected of men will be
there. He will be welcomed at the Reunion, there will be
more enlistments under His banner. In His quiet way
He will come to His innings. He will have his place in
the hearts of the people. Men will know that every man
who gave his life, his labors—his best—for the light,
the right—the truth as he saw it—in his young man-
hood, and was true to the best ideals he then had, and
kept open the windows of his soul to get better light on
his path to the end of his life—whether soon or late—
men will know that that man has contributed something
towards ushering in the better day. Another Gettys-
burg ! ! Hasten the day—then an end to the killings—
and we will shout from glad hearts. Let me go hence—
My eyes have seen the salvation that is from God.
There is a tree whose leaves are for the healing of
the nations—get that medicine the old prescriptions the
world has been chasing so long are bad.
Specially interesting would be to note the welcome
the new Prince shall give—to some—perhaps it will be-
gin with the old word “Inasmuch’’—and other words
heard before—I was wounded on this battlefield or that—
and you ministered to me. I was sick—you came to me.
I was in prison—you visited me. I was hungry—you
fed me. Every honest heart shall have its meed of honest
praise—it will be good to be there. This old world is
going to school—it costs a lot—a great deal—we ought
to learn—we do learn—slowly—but we learn. We shall
do better. We shall be burned up? No-the gold will
come out of the fire—purified. This world will go on
and be better.
W. W. WARNER, Civil War Veteran.
Allegan, Michigan, September 9, 1915.
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