Crumbs swept up . dead-box. May the torch of Parisian splendor neverthrough the pool of human blood go hissingout into darkness! The torn and shottedbatde - flags of France hang in the chapel ofHotel des Invalides, where the old soldiersworship. Oh ! that the banners of the Prince 412 A NATION STUNNED. of Peace might be set up In the Tuileries!The Arc de Trlomphe has In letters of stoneall the battle-fields of the first Napoleon, Oh !that soon, under the arch of heavenly triumph,Immanuel might come up from the conquestof all the nations. In the Illumination of thatvictory there will be no ligh
Crumbs swept up . dead-box. May the torch of Parisian splendor neverthrough the pool of human blood go hissingout into darkness! The torn and shottedbatde - flags of France hang in the chapel ofHotel des Invalides, where the old soldiersworship. Oh ! that the banners of the Prince 412 A NATION STUNNED. of Peace might be set up In the Tuileries!The Arc de Trlomphe has In letters of stoneall the battle-fields of the first Napoleon, Oh !that soon, under the arch of heavenly triumph,Immanuel might come up from the conquestof all the nations. In the Illumination of thatvictory there will be no light of burning home-steads ; In the wine of that feast there will beno tears. In a week we start for home. The mostwelcome sight to us In three months will bethe faces of our friends. I am tired of 7^ on the days between this and the bestrest that a man ever gets on earth — the joyof preaching the gospel which offers to makeall men happy and free ! In body, mind, andsoul I thrill with the
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