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Buchanan's Journal of Man, August 1887
Volume 1, Number 7

Buchanan's Journal of Man, August 1887 Volume 1, Number 7

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class="i2">And so they will again.

Peace, Progress, Knowledge, Brotherhood;

The ignorant may sneer,

The bad deny; but we rely

To see their triumphs near.

No widow’s groans shall load our cause,

Nor blood of brethren slain;

We’ve won without such aid before,

And so we shall again.

This poem expresses the sentiment and policy of the Journal of Man. But, ah, how utterly antagonistic to these noble sentiments is the way of the world at present, and the policy of the world’s strong governments, upheld as they are by the so-called church of Christ, which is not the church of Christ but the church of Athanasius.

Everywhere men are trained with skill and perseverance for the work of homicide, as if murder were the most glorious work in which man could be employed.

Every Frenchman in his twenty-first year is held by the government (with very few exceptions) to five years service in the active army, four years in the reserve of the active army, five years in the territorial army, and four in the reserve of the territorial army—eighteen years altogether! Could his Satanic Majesty have devised any better plan for destroying the moral distinction between men and carnivorous beasts? The only mitigation of this horror is that college students are allowed to pass by one year’s service, and a lottery of long and short terms allows a large number to escape with terms of abridged length.

Germany, like France, forces everybody through the army, and it is but five months since the continental governments were buying in England millions of cartridges for the expected war which psychometry pronounced a terrible delusion.

All governments are busy in preparing the deadliest possible weapons. European nations have generally adopted magazine guns for their soldiers. France has adopted the Kropatochek magazine rifle, Germany the Manser rifle, Austria the Mannlicher magazine rifle, Italy the Bertoldo magazine rifle, Russia the Berdan breechloader, Turkey the American rifle. The magazine guns seem to have almost unlimited capacities—firing 30 to 50 shots per minute which are fatal at a mile distance. The only mitigation of these horrors is that of a German chemist’s invention—an anæsthetic bullet which is claimed to produce complete insensibility, lasting for hours.

Explosive shells of melinite are the leading idea in France. It is manufactured at Bourges and is said to be a hundred times as powerful as gunpowder, or ten times nitroglycerine, and reduces what it strikes to a fine powder. They have also a new rifle powder which explodes without smoke.

Russia has a new explosive, fifteen times as strong as any gunpowder, which produces no smoke.

America is not behind in explosives. Lieut. Graydon has been giving exhibitions near Washington of a new patent shell said to be seven times more powerful than dynamite, and yet so safe that it can be fired with powder from a common gun. Mr. Bernard Fannon of Westboro, Mass., has invented and patented a shell of terrific power. It is made of iron, three inches thick, and weighs 540 pounds. The effects of its explosion in a swamp near Westboro were wonderful. It is also said to be perfectly safe.

The rivalry of cannon and armor plates is going on, the development of torpedoes and shells is reaching its maximum, and the power of taking a nation to the edge of starvation, for the building of monster ships, costing each millions of dollars, is the study of Christian (!!) governments.

Thirty years ago, the largest British cannon was a sixty-eight pounder, costing $561, which might be fired for $275. Now they have a 110-ton gun costing $97,500 to manufacture, and $935 to fire once.

The British government has gone into such matters deeply, paying Mr. Brennan over half a million dollars for his torpedo invention.

The British ship “Victoria” uses 900 pounds of powder to one of its 110-ton guns which send a missile of 1,800 pounds.

Nelson’s flag ship “Victory” used no larger powder charge than eight pounds, and its heaviest shot was only sixty-eight pounds. A broadside upon the “Victoria” consumes 3,000 pounds of powder. Its 110-ton gun is moved by hydraulic machinery. Such a metallic monster would seem almost incredible, but Krupp has constructed a still larger gun for Italy, 46 feet long and weighing over 118 tons.

It could not be sent overland by railway, but was sent to Antwerp for shipping on a specially constructed carriage 105 feet long, running on 32 wheels.

The American steel cruiser “Atlanta” has two guns of eight-inch bore, 24 feet long, sending out a projectile of 300 pounds which explodes on striking,—firing correctly five miles. It costs $150 to to fire once.

Lieut. Zalinski is using a light steel tube, sixty feet long and one foot in diameter, to fire explosive shells by air pressure. Great results are expected from it, and it would save us from the enormous cost of modern cannon.

Fortunately, America, being out of the great maelstrom of war, can cultivate humane sentiments and abolish the barbarism of dueling, which still holds its ground in France and Germany in the highest ranks of society.

We have had one terrible war to demoralize our nation, but now peace is secure and the old Federal and Confederate soldiers are active in exchanging visits and generous hospitalities North and South in a permanent and peaceful Union.

“No vision of the morrow’s strife

The warrior’s dream alarms,

No braying horn, nor screaming fife,

At dawn shall call to arms.”

A re-established Union saves us from the wars and the military despotism in which other republics have perished, and all can unite now in the following beautiful tribute to the dead heroes:

“By the flow of the inland river,

Whence the fleets of iron have fled,

Where blades of the green grass quiver,

Asleep are the ranks of the dead;

Under the sod and the dew,

Waiting the judgment day;

Under the one, the blue,

Under the other, the gray.

“These, in the robings of glory,

Those in the gloom of defeat;

All with the battle-blood gory,

In the dusk of eternity meet.

“From the silence of sorrowful hours

The desolate mourners go,

Lovingly laden with flowers,

Alike for the friend and the foe.

“So, when the summer calleth,

On forest and field of grain,

With an equal murmur falleth

The cooling drip of the rain.

“Sadly, but not with upbraiding,

The generous deed was done;

In the storm of the years that are fading,

No braver battle was won.

“No more shall the war-cry sever,

Or the winding rivers be red;

They banish our anger forever,

When they laurel the graves of our dead.

Under the sod and the dew,

Waiting the judgment day;

Love and tears for the blue,

Tears and love for the gray.”—F. M. Finch.

The Gospel of Peace has been illustrated in a Chattanooga Journal by a beautiful incident, the meeting of the blue and gray in church, during the war as follows:

“At the bar banquet given Saturday

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