CHAPTER XXI.
"'Tis the light that tells the dawning Of the bright millennial day, Heralding its blessed morning, With its peace-restoring ray.
* * * * * "Man no more shall seek dominion Through a sea of human gore; War shall spread its gloomy pinion O'er the peaceful earth no more." BURLEIGH.
It was a dark, tempestuous night in December, and the keen piercing blasts whistled around the corners and swept moaningly across the Plaza.

Silence reigned over the town.

No sound of life was heard--the shout of laughter, the shriek of pain, or wail of grief was stilled.
The voices of many who had ofttimes hurried along the now silent and deserted streets were hushed in death.

The eventful day had dawned and set, the records of its deeds borne on to God by the many that had fallen.

Oh! when shall the millennium come?
When shall peace and good-will reign throughout the world?
When shall hatred, revenge, and malice die?
When shall the fierce, bitter strife of man with fellow-man be ended?
And oh! when shall desolating war forever cease, and the bloody records of the past be viewed as monster distortions of a maddened brain?
These things shall be when the polity of the world is changed.