The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No 4, August, 1864 | Page 9

excellence, spring forth too for recognition.
The examples of these days of our own crisis will remain forever to
influence the children of our people. We may be thankful, in our
deepest sorrow, that we are leaving them no example of cowardice or
meanness, that we give them a record to read of the courage, endurance,
and manliness of the men that begat them, that the stamp of national
character we leave to teach them is one of which a brave, free people
need never be ashamed, that, in the troubles they may be called to face,
we leave them, as the national and tried cure for all troubles, the bold,
true heart, the willing hand, the strong arm, and faith in the Lord of

Hosts. Shiloh, Stone River, Gettysburg, and the Wilderness, and a
hundred others, are the heroic names that will educate our
grandchildren, as Bunker Hill, Yorktown, and Saratoga have educated
ourselves. Who will say that a heritage of heroism and truth and loyalty
like this, to leave to the land we love, is nothing? Who can count the
price that will sum its value?
Here, at least, are some of the gains of our civil war. We seek not to
penetrate the councils of the Omniscient, or guess His purposes, though
we may humbly hope there are vaster things than these in store for
humanity and the world as the results of the struggle. Believing that He
governs still, that He reigns on the James, as He reigned on the Jordan,
that He decides the end, and not President Lincoln or Jefferson Davis,
and not General Grant or General Lee, we have firm faith that this
awful struggle is no brute fight of beasts or ruffians, but a grand world's
war of heroes. We believe He will justify His government in the end,
and make this struggle praise Him, in the blessed days that are to come.
But we leave all those dim results unguessed at, as we leave the
purposes of the war itself unmentioned, and the ends which justify us in
fighting on. Men, by this time, have made up their minds, once for all,
on these last points. The nation has chosen, and in its own conscience,
let others think as they may, accepts the responsibility cheerfully.
It is enough to indicate, as we have done, some real, though immaterial,
results already attained, results which, to the philosopher or thoughtful
statesman, are worth a very large outlay. They do not, indeed, remove
the horror of war, they do not ask us not to seek peace, they do not dry
the tears, or hide the blood of the contest, but they do show us that war
is no unmixed evil, that even honest, faithful war-work is acceptable
work, and will be paid for.
They declare that, after all, war is a means of moral training, that
'Carnage' may be, as the gentlest of poets wrote, 'God's daughter,' that
battles may be blessings to be thankful for in the long march of time.
They bring to our consciousness, once more, the fact that a Great Battle,
amid all its horror, wrath, and blood, is something sacred still, an
earthly shadow of that Unseen Battle which has stormed through time,

between the hosts of Light and Darkness. They declare again, to the
nation, that old truth, without which the nation perishes and man rots,
that to die in some good cause is the noblest thing a man can do on
earth. They bid us bend in hope beneath the awful hand of the GOD OF
BATTLES, and do our appointed work patiently, bravely, loyally, till
He brings the end. They tell us that not work only, but heroic fighting,
also, is a worship accepted at His seat. They bid us be thankful, as for
the most sacred of all gifts, that thousands, in this loyal land of ours,
have had the high grace, given from above,
'To search through all they felt and saw, The springs of life, the depths
of awe, And reach the law within the law:
'To pass, when Life her light withdraws, Not void of righteous
self-applause, Nor in a merely selfish cause--
'In some good cause, not in their own, To perish, wept for, honored,
known, And like a warrior overthrown.'

PROVERBS.
Violets and lilies-of-the-valley are seen in a vale.
Family jars should be filled with honey.
All are not lambs that gambol on the green.
Ask the 'whys,' and be wise.

THE UNDIVINE COMEDY--A POLISH DRAMA.
Dedicated to Mary.
PART II.
'Du Gemisch von Koth und Feuer!' 'Thou compound of clay and fire!'

Why, O child! art thou not, like other children, riding gayly about on
sticks for horses, playing with toys, torturing flies, or impaling
butterflies on pins, that the