{"1": {"fulltext": "PS\\n3525\\nA8 fly\\n1900\\nCopy l\\nAre seen as monsters, poised above the clouds.\\nAbove the smoke of battle which enshrouds,\\nTowering aloft, enthroned in upper air,\\nWith selfish greed their first and only care.\\nDi owning the clash of steel, or shout of Dons-\\nRoar louder than the voice of war, MORE BONDS! [Page 31].\\nBy J, MILTON MASON,\\nIllustrated by Author.", "height": "4156", "width": "2634", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "62930", "height": "4114", "width": "2509", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "i h 6\\nJUN 1 19011\\nSECOND COPY,", "height": "4156", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nWhile virtue is always attractive because it is ever the\\nsymphony of truth.\\nIn submitting this humble effort to public crit-\\nicism the writer craves that indulgence due to a desire on\\nhis part to establish a higher code in morals, religion and\\npolitics, and bespeaks the favorable and generous approval\\nof the memJbers of the Bar with whom he has been so long\\nassociated and to whom this labor is especiallv dedicated.\\nKansas City, Kansas J. MILTON MASON.\\nFebruary 12, 1900", "height": "4114", "width": "2509", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "Oh beauteous land! sweet land perfumed with flowers\\nWhere dark-eyed beauty waits in moonlit bowers\\nAnd serenading lover s dulcet strain\\nBlends ardent sighs with song in castled Spain.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 [Page 1].", "height": "4151", "width": "2702", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4124", "width": "2473", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "A POEM.\\nBy J. Milton Mason.\\nCANTO L\\nTHE INDICTMENT.\\nOh beauteous land! sweet land perfumed with flowers\\nWhere dark-eyed beauty waits in moonlit bowers\\n.And serenading lover s dulcet strain\\nBlends ardent sighs with song in castled Spain,\\nAround whose northern shores the ocean waves\\nInvade her rugged cliffs and sullen caves,\\nAssault embattled rocks with mighty roar\\nAnd break like charging squadrons on the shore!\\nWhile further South the soft, half tropic breeze,\\nCooled by the breath of Andalusian seas\\nWafted from fragrant lands of spice and bairn,\\n:Sleeps in that sweet delicious summer calm\\nAlong a harbored shore with cities bright\\nThat shine like jewels on the brow of night.\\nWhy have the people left their homes\\nAnd sought their priests in templed domes?\\nWhy floats the Armada power of Spain\\nBristling with death upon the main?\\nAlas! must earth baptized with blood\\nBe sunk again in that dark flood", "height": "4151", "width": "2702", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "ARMAGEDDON.\\nThat creed of lust and hate and crime\\nOf this, the bloodiest page of time?\\nTis answered from the sea-girt isles\\nBy that bright gem of Antilles,\\nWhere loving Nature sleeps in smiles\\nAnd fragrance breathes o er summer seas-\\nWhere Gomez, with uplifted blade,\\nHolds back the impious hand of power\\nAnd shields fair Cuba, blooming maid,\\nUnravished in her darkest hour.\\nW here fever s pestilential breath.\\nBorne on the hovering wings of Death,\\nWraps many a hero in his shroud,\\nAnd stalking Pestilence, stern and proud,\\nV? es with the sword uplifted high\\nTo make its countless victims die,\\nA Peri guards that lovely isle\\nAnd weeps to find its rulers vile.\\nThere all around in Nature s bloom\\nRich garlands deck the soldier s tomb.\\nWho plague or famine failed to find,\\nThe sick, the lame, the halt, the blind,\\nOr unarmed men in Red Cross tent\\nTwas there the brave Hidalgos went,\\nWith Spanish prowess boldly dashed\\nAnd many helpless victims gashed!\\nOr when the wind the thicket stirred,\\nOr leaf was moved by passing bird.\\nRushed madly forth with martial din\\nAnd thrust their deadlv sabers in!\\nOr if perchance the foe had fled,\\nCharged in the brush and fired a gtiu\\nReporting many hundreds dead\\nAnd another Spanish victory won!\\nAnd this Quixotic chivalry gloats\\nWhere e er the Spanish standard floats,\\nAnd cruel Dons from Moorish walls\\nMarch where the blight of famine falU", "height": "4114", "width": "2509", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "The Indictment.\\n.More than two hundred thousand dead\\nAnd many starving still for bread!\\nBy sword, by plague, by famine slain,\\nWith prayerful hands that clasp in vain\\nThe babe on its dead mother s breast!\\nFathers who died to save the rest,\\nUnclad, unshrived, Oh, foulest sin!\\nIn unknown graves thrown careless in\\nA crime so horrible and deep\\nShould cause humanity to weep.\\nYet crime, though foul, is not more black\\nThan the past record of the rack\\nBy Duke of Alva, thrice priest-blest,\\nWho earth invaded and oppressed.\\nThe Moors that came as victors crowned\\nTaught bigot priests the world was round,\\nExpelled by the victorious band\\nOf superstitious Ferdinand,\\nFirst started on an upward plane\\nThe semi-barbarous tribes of Spain.\\nWe see those Moorish exiles still-\\nLed by the shade of Boabdill\\nMillions of dusky warriors slain\\nIn new T -discovered worlds for gain\\nCortez in Mexico, while in Peru,\\nPizarro, to old horrors, adds the new.\\nLong time such tales of cruel hate,\\nBorne as vague rumor, came of late,\\nWhich, true or false, still current fly\\nLike bogus coins from truthful die\\nOf violated faith and woes,\\nSo heartless as the story goes,\\nThat all desired the Cubans free\\nFrom their task masters o er the sea,\\nWho, for four hundred years, had kept\\nIn bondage all while freedom slept,\\nExtorting tribute from the wretch\\nTo life s endurance utmost stretch,\\nBestowing hate, dishonor, shame,\\nTo all his kindred and his name.\\nSo ruled the iron hand of Spain\\nThe race that wears that galling chain,", "height": "4121", "width": "2619", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "ARVAGEDDON.\\nNor hears aloud the muttered curse\\nOf those who follow that dark hearse\\nUnto the lonely open grave\\nOf hopes that Maceo died to save.\\nOn glowing outlines of a distant land\\nI see a mailed Minerva proudly stand\\nIn shining armor as in ancient Greece,\\nIn her left hand the olive branch of peace,\\nIn her right hand the sword of truth to wield,\\nWhile Liberty or Death gleams on her shield,\\nAmerica upon her helmet bright,\\nSteel flashing in the Sun with glinting light;\\nAnd while her form looms o er the Western sea\\nShe holds aloft the banner of the free;\\nThere anchored in safe harbors navies ride,\\nOr buoyant float upon the swelling tide;\\nAlong the coast her peerless cities rise,\\nAnd Commerce gloats o er her rich merchandise;\\nThe teeming products from a bounteous land\\nAre piled in massive heaps upon the strand.\\nAnd thus Columbia, viewed afar,\\nShines on the landscape like a star;\\nBut nearer seen a necklace gem,\\nThe richest sparkling diadem.\\nAnd tis our Goddess proudest boast\\nBy peaceful means to profit most.\\nLong years she s had no harsher not\u00c2\u00ab\\nThan ringing bell of passing boat,\\nOr Sunday chimes, or rumbling car,\\nOr plaintive note of soft guitar,\\nTouched by a lover s gentle hand,\\nInspired by hopes his heart had planned\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAs booms upon the waters wide\\nThe signal gun at eventide.\\nWhen exiled Freedom s noble band\\nSought refuge in a distant land,\\nThey left behind their sceptered king\\nWith all the pomp that wealth can brin\\nAnd built upon a rock H bound shore\\nR", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "p p 1\\nre\\nu\\n*T\\n-i\\ncr 2\\no\\no p.\\nGO\\n5 a\\no\\na\\na* 5\u00c2\u00b0\\nD. P\\ny.\\nr-\\nCD 1\\n-J CO\\ns\\nI P\\nI.\\ni\\n13\\ncjq\\nea\\n5 p_\\n5\\n50", "height": "4171", "width": "2650", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "THE INDICTMENT.\\nWhere stern New England surges roar,\\nAs eagles build their aeries high\\nIn the pure air of upper sky;\\nExalted by its purer breath\\nThey breathed in Freedom until Death.\\nForever let that tocsin be\\nAs lasting as eternity!\\nThe classic minds of noble Grecian race\\nFirst gave to Liberty a resting place,\\nTransplanted thence into a fertile soil,\\nWatered by tears and tilled by human toil;\\nAmong the hardy Alpine mountaineers\\nA Tell, a martyred Winkelried appears;\\nAmong the German tribes it found a home\\nBeneath their sky-roofed forests templed dome;\\nTo cast the Popish broken image down\\nBlind Ziska triumphed o er Bohemia s crown;\\nAnd, heralding reform in Luther s name,\\nThe hand of Huss fell ashes in the flame;\\nWith boisterous leaders of the Viking crew,\\n.Sailed boldly Westward, o er the waters blue;\\nGave vengeful force and courage to the blow\\nThe Saxon dealt against his Danish foe;\\nLingered within the gloomy forest rude\\nThat overcast Old England s solitude\\nWhere good King Arthur and his merry knights\\nOf the Round Table championed woman s rights\\nAmid the hidden glens and woods of Wales,\\n.As told in Tennyson s romantic tales.\\nBut when Columbus Spanish flag unfurled\\nUpon the shores of a discovered world,\\nA lust for power enthralled his human heart,\\nOf baser men by far the baser part;\\nHe bore with him across an unknown sea\\nSuperstition, avarice and treachery\\nA narrow love of formal ritualism\\nThat could not brook an independent schism\\nGainst holy water and the sacred Seven\\nPrism-hued colors of Saint Peter s Heaven.\\nA love of monarchy and kingly crowns\\nThe mummery of priests and monkish clowns,\\nx", "height": "4171", "width": "2650", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "ARMAGEDDON.\\nDwarfed the achievements of a master mind\\nAnd made him the enslaver of mankind.\\nBy bigot plea to save their souls to Christ,\\nSpain robbed and murdered, bullied and enticed.\\nThe native race, corrupted and depraved,\\nWere by the Spaniards finally enslaved.\\nImported negroes made a mongrel race\\nA Spanish hybrid with a guilty face.\\nColumbus, dying in the firm belief\\nThat he had brought the Cross to the relief\\nOf India s unbelieving heretic slaves,\\nWhere princely pearls snatched from the darkling waves\\nAnd Aurea Chersonesus golden sands\\nShall fall into his saintly pilgrim hands,\\nAnd that God s purpose nothing could deter\\nTo furnish means to save Christ s sepulchre,\\nHiding the coward face of selfish greed\\nBehind the borrowed mask of noble deed,\\nTaught he who bows not to the cross with zeal\\nFair spoil becomes for Christian zealot s steel.\\nAgain and yet again the struggle came\\nTo break the thrall still ending all the same\\nIn heavy loss of life and doubtful gain\\nWhile popish tyrants forged a stronger chain\\nAnd bound their Indian slaves and blessed their days\\nBy pacifying them in mam- genial ways\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIhe favorite ones, when other methods lack\\nm St f rVe i h i an g S arrotte stab them in the back-\\nMurdered their way to reach Saint Peter s door\\n1 o kneel before the cross in human gore\\nIhus acts of men these human artists paint\\nThat shame the devil, are charged upon the Saint\\nBy such misdeeds Spain all her prestige lost\\nIn the new world her colonies rebelled\\nAnd burst their chains at blood and treasure s cost;\\nTill K f r r VaSt P\u00c2\u00b0 ssessi ons few were held,\\nTill banished from the Western hemisphere\\nIhe power of Spam seems doomed to disappear.\\nNot that the Holy Cross has made it so\\nThat wrack of all the better hopes of man", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "The Indictment.\\nShall turn this earth into a hell of woe\\nBut tis the vicious creed He smites who can,\\nThat makes this world a world no longer blest,\\nAnd peace reigns not within the sainted breast.\\nThe followers of the cross and papal sign,\\nOr crescent s glittering mosque or Islem s shrine,\\nConfucius, Zoroaster or Krishna,\\nJain, Brama Shinto, Judah or Buddha,\\nIndra, Varuna, Surya and Vishnu,\\nAgni, Kubera, Yama and Vayu,\\n.Soma, Pushan, Shri and Sarvasvaiti,\\nSiva, Himavat and Prajapati,\\nWith other gods of so called heathen lands,\\nPerchance unknown, with trains of seraph bands,\\nThough wrapped in myth of Genii tales of old,\\nSuch as the dream that India s epic told\\nWhere Kama-divi, amorous god of love,\\nWith bended bow pierced Siva s heart above,\\nWhile the destroying god engaged in prayer\\nHeld sacred ritual to the god of air,\\n.And nymph Pavati, neath Varuna s dome,\\nHad veiled her charms beneath the white sea foam,\\nAnd vexed the vengeful one to furious wrath\\nLike lightning flashing on the truant path\\nOf the mischievous youth who poised the lance,\\nTurned him to ashes by that burning glance,\\nWhile by the union formed fair Skanda came\\nTo lead the heavenly armies in his name,\\nAnd Ganesa, elephantine god, proclaimed\\nThe wisdom that all lesser gods maintained,\\nWhether by strains from Veda s tuneful lyre\\nOr chant to Giaour s sacrament of fire.\\nAll these lift common truth to heaven s gaze,\\nFit emblem of a world-wide civic throng,\\nAnd join in one tumultous choir of praise\\nThat blends their faith in universal song,\\nAnd what seems discord to our mortal ears\\nThe sweetest music to the God appears.\\nNote: For full account of the Oriental gods and heathen mythology see-\\nEnc. Britannica, pages ?01 and 4%. etc. under titles Brahmanism and Buddhism.\\nAlso, book entitled, Congress of Religions, Columbian Exposition, Chicago,", "height": "4171", "width": "2650", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "3 ARMAGEDDON.\\nSo all religions that for ages stood\\nHave joined to human nature much of good,\\nBring charity from earthly founts of love,\\nWhat e er the form to worship God above;\\nNo matter how we kiss the chastening rod,\\nReach the Supreme as streams in restless motion.,\\nRise from their mountain source and flow to God,\\nTo blend their cadence in eternal ocean.\\nAnd in the higher code of good Saint James,\\nAnd by the loftier strains of David s song,\\nAnd many sages bearing honored names,\\nIt has been taught as truth for ages long\\nThat tis religion pure and undefiled\\nTo visit widows and the fatherless,\\nTo soothe all pain and make all censure mild.\\nAnd from the world keep self unspottedness;\\nThat Mercy kind and Truth have met together,\\nAnd love springs from the earth as one unbound,.\\nThat Righteousness and Peace have kissed each other,\\nAnd Charitv has looked from Heaven down;\\nThat all God s nobler attributes on earth,\\nMercy and Love and Truth are hopes that rise\\nAs holy sisters given a glorious birth,\\nBy heavenly natures wedded to the skies;\\nAnd all asylums of the papal creed,\\nOr convent cloister born of human need,\\nOr grand Cathedral with its massive dome\\nWhere gentleness has found a Christian home,\\nWhether De Paul from out the Pyrenees\\nWith hand to give the dying pillow ease,\\nOr orphan school or lifting up the weak,\\nOr the Good Shepherd whence cowled sisters seek.\\nTo found a refuge for the fallen fame\\nOf women rescued from the dives of shame\\nBon Secours for the sick, alms for the poor,\\nAnd faith to make the hope of heaven secure,\\nAre numerous missions of a saving grace\\nTo lift the lowly and exalt the race.\\nBut more! ah, more! when freedom s struggle came,.\\nBy many records of historic fame\\nThe church has stood upon the side of right,\\nAnd been the shining beacon tower of light,", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "The Indictment.\\nDispelling darkness of barbarian night\\nThat stayed the Titan hand of regal might.\\nAnd if religious tolerance were the test\\nTo measure those who claim their faith the best,\\nThe Puritan would barely hold his own\\nIf all the narrowness of pride were shown,\\nFor in colonial times Lord Baltimore,\\nA Catholic, made every worship free;\\nAnd Roger Williams opened wide the door\\nForbidding none whate er his faith might be;\\nWhile narrow bigots of sectarian schools,\\nTogged out with all the cant of pompous fools,\\nTaught our forefathers in quaint nasal pule\\nTo preach blue laws and straight fanatic rule.\\nWith freedom came the age of Washington,\\nOf Franklin, Hamilton and Jefferson,\\nUntil the grand sweet music of free thought\\nFilled all the land for which our fathers fought\\nThen crossed the sea the old right to renew\\nAnd died upon the field of Waterloo.\\nNo, No! it did not die, that noble song,\\nThat tale of heroes and of righted wrong,\\nOf shattered armies and of broken creeds:\\nThat brilliant history of noble deeds\\nWill live in other lands with all its powers\\nTo speak in other tongues and times than ours.\\nFor while these deeds are written page on page\\nThe world has moved far from the Bourbon age.\\nNapoleon s exile by Great Britain wrought\\nCan never tend to fetter human thought.\\nThus stood the waiting world by statesmen viewed\\nWhen Cuba s cause for freedom was renewed,\\nAnd Narcisa Lopez in fifty-one\\nHad looked his last upon the setting Sun,\\nWhen the old hero Grant in sixty-eight,\\nAfter brave Sherman s march down to the sea,\\nDeclared Cuba deserved a better fate\\nTo round out freedom s glorious victory.\\nTwas then again the avarice clutch of power\\nWith venal hands postponed the welcome hour.", "height": "4171", "width": "2650", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "10 ARMAGEDDON.\\nTen years of bitter war then followed on,\\nGuerillas like old Ghebers fought the Don,\\nThere youths of Spain with dusky heroes bled.\\nThere dogs tear the unburied flesh of babes;\\nThere Cuban vultures fatten on the dead\\nAnd ghastly stand as sextons of the graves.\\nA.nd still they fought and never thought to yield,\\nForesworn by Heaven to die upon the field\\nLike demons fought from mountain fastness wild\\nUnburied dead the battle field defiled,\\nTill promised freedom came on treacherous breath,\\nAnd false autonomy led the way to death,\\nBy promise made, but made not to be kept,\\nSeeking to win while nobler manhood slept.\\nBy treachery sought what force could not obtain,\\nCajoled brave men to yield and slaves remain,\\nTill now again in ninety-five, behold\\nWar s slumbering fires that nothing can withhold\\nBurst forth anew and wrap in lurid flames\\nThe cruel Spaniard and his sordid aims.\\nWe see anon the swiftly gathering fight\\nThe hidden guns searched out by flashing light\\nThe hurrying squadrons and the gathering hosts\\nAnd hostile ships like specters on our coasts,\\nBut, ah! What awful sound bursts on our ear\\nAs if to curdle all the blood with fear.\\nOh, God! That cherished confidence how vain\\nThe treacherous Spaniard has blown up the Maine\\nFor bare suspicion trumpeted world-wide\\nProclaims the crime by which our heroes died.\\nWhere none but Spanish hate could fire the train\\nTo be the cruel handiwork of Spain.\\nBut tis not for Spain s recent crimes alone,\\nIt is not for the famished Cuban s moan,\\nNor seamen slain in Santiago s view.\\nNor sinking of our battleship and crew.\\nWe hear that cry for justice long and deep,\\nFor bitter wrongs stored up in vengeance s keep.\\nBut tis the modern world s indictment strong,\\nThat nerves free thought against the dungeon s wrong.", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "The Indictment. ii\\nThrough the dark ages till the brighter dawn\\nAmid the countless crimes of ages gone,\\nA dripping sword uplifts in Jesus name\\nStained with the crimson dye of shame.\\nHear ye that music and the coming tread,\\nThe mournful requiem to unnumbered dead?\\nHear ye that sad, hushed voice, that distant hum,\\nThe plaintive funeral dirge, the muffled drum?\\nThen silence deep, so ominous and profound\\nThat scarce a zephyr breathes its gentle sound?\\nMillions of victims with their stony stare\\nThey come, Tney come! From out the dusky past,\\nMyriads of ghostly phantoms in the air,\\nThe crimes of centuries a legion vast?\\nAnd bear the groans with which each martyr died,\\nLike mutterings of God s wrath ere tempests rise-\\nIt comes, the warning of the world s reform,\\nNature s grand calm before the coming storm.\\nLand of the free awake in vengeful might!\\nUnsheath thy sword in freedom s glorious fight!\\nMarshall thy hosts to wipe away the stain\\nAnd raise thy battle cry, the doom of Spain!\\nCANTO II.\\nPER-AM-PU-A.*\\nAs lifts the veil of heaven in mortal time,\\nUndraping houris, that as angels seem,\\nSo waft the zephyrs of fair India s clime\\nTo sweeten love to softest fairy dream.\\nAs siren music lulls till nature weeps\\nWhere dark eyed maiden of enchanted isles\\nHolds beauty s scepter while Adonis sleeps,\\nSo dusky warriors bow beneath her wiles.\\nAmid luxuriance of these tropic groves,\\nNote: Per-am-pu-a in the Malay tongue means womanhood.", "height": "4171", "width": "2650", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "I2 ARMAGEDDON.\\nSprayed iby the waters where the cascade falls\\nFrom lofty heights where mountain streamlet roves\\nAnd fountains gush above high castled walls,\\nDwelt Per-am-pu-a, whom her father s pride\\nHad lavished all his treasured wealth upon\\nAnd sought a trousseau for a royal bride,\\nTo deck the palace of some Spanish Don.\\nNor fair Laksmi with all her rarest grace-\\nGoddess of beauty and of fortune s ease\\nHad ever blended in so sweet a face,\\nSuch comely features and such art to please.\\nOne she had met in far off isle before,\\nPerchance Elysian fields of Singapore,\\nWhere orchid blooms and spices of Johor\\nBreathe incense to her hero ever more,\\nCame to her memory as a wandering star,\\nBright in the tranqil blue wherein it gleamed,\\nTo shine on pathways lit with hope afar\\nAnd touch with splendor all that darkness seemed.\\nNameless, that star whose sweet effulgence shone,\\nHigh in the zenith o er her glowing dreams,\\nWhile softened radiance reached from zone to zone,\\nTo flood with light supernal earthly scenes.\\nNameless? He had a name, a country but forlorn,\\nAn exiled soldier whence his bark had steered\\nTo buffet with the winds of venture and the storm,\\nEncroaching power had felt his hand and feared.\\nBut lured by gold the father plotted ill,\\nAnd cursed the love that held his daughter thrall,\\nWhile his panghula chiefs to pledge his will,\\nHad clashed their swords within the Rajah s hall\\nSwore withering vengeance to the hand that took\\nThe brightest gem from princely repertoire,\\nOr blighted with an impious thought or look,\\nThe fairest flower of love in all Johor.\\nBut Cupid laughs a parent s wrath to scorn,\\nAnd the fair maid, to scape a ruthless hand,\\nFled from the Rajah s palace ere the morn\\nTo seek her lover in a distant land.\\nIn moss grown abbey, sacred to the nun,\\nShe found a refuge neath a priestlv care,\\nWithin the island convent of Luzon,", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "t3 T. H\\n5 3 rt\\no\\nw t\\no\\no\\nm c\\nK p-\\nS o\\nO H\\n3\\nP- r\\n9\\np= a.\\na\\n-So 1\\ncrq\\nc\\nX\\n2\\ncr\\nr-h\\n(t\\nu\\nCD\\nD\\nCB\\nr*-\\np\\nHj\\nC+\\n3\\nO\\nas\\n3\\no\\nX\\no\\n1\\na\\nk\\nCB\\no\\nP-\\no\\nX\\nH\\nO\\no\\nS\u00c2\u00bb\\nCD\\nT\\nc+\\na,\\n,_*.\\ncc\\no\\n3\\no\\no\\no 3\\n3", "height": "4171", "width": "2650", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4166", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "PER-AM-PU-A. 1 3\\nTo pass whose portals Moslem might not cLre;\\nHaH hidden in dense tropic foliage deep\\nIn rich embowered groves a walled retreat;\\nSo sentineled by mountains high and steep,\\nBy stealth alone these lovers dared to meet.\\nWhile Spanish bishop ruled that monastery\\nAnd read his Bible with such pious look\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAh! Who could doubt his true divinity,\\nDrawn from the teachings of that holy book?\\nAlas! the frightened fawn pursued by hounds,\\nFrom present peril seeks a sheltered glen\\n.So Per-am-pu-a entered sacred grounds,\\nTo find a wolf among the sons of men.\\nAs one who fortunate finds a priceless charm,\\nSo such a guardian of a precious child,\\nHas unrestrained the power to compass harm\\nNor maiden trusts when by a monk beguiled.\\nImmured in convent! Shut from light of day!\\nA nightly prisoner in a speechless cell\\nNo voice! No cry! She looks to heaven alone,\\nTo guard her virtue from his purpose fell.\\nBut listen now to great historic deeds,\\nThat shape this drama filled with rapid scenes\\nOn western isles and on the Philippines,\\nTill truth out soars the poet s wildest dreams.\\nCANTO HI.\\nDEWEY S VICTORY.\\nIn that celestial province of Ouon Tong,\\nOf which the naval center is Hong Kong,\\nCircled by waters of the China sea,\\nTo us upon the globe the antipode\\nRemote, in that delightful tropic clime,\\nWhere feathered palm trees rise to heights sublime\\nAnd far the glittering lights of cities vast,\\nCross the dark lines that forest shadows cast,", "height": "4161", "width": "2630", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "eye,\\n14 ARMAGEDDON.\\nAnd reaching out long shafts of radiance\\nThat tremble on the waves of Ocean s dance\\nThere softly sleeping in the star-lit night,\\nWhile echoed music, as from distant height,\\nComes stealing gently o er the rippling wave\\nTo charm the lovely scene that nature gave,\\nLies the Olympia, anchored near the shore,\\nAnd on her deck the good ship s Commodore\\nA tranquil eye, a firm-set mouth and chin,\\nTrue index of the slumbering force within;\\nModest in all things and unknown to fame,\\nPossessed of daring that no dangers tame;\\nWhen his proud spirit upward rose to meet\\nThe venture of a grandly brilliant feat,\\nThe lightning of his glance, and flashing\\nTold that he dared the powers of hell defy\\nA flash of genius from that dark ning cloud\\nThat hung around his brow so stern and proud,\\nSpoke of a courage and inherent force.\\nA conscious power, so comet-like in course,\\nThat, though the impossible in its pathway lav,\\nLike thunderbolt, his will would rind a way.\\nNow Hong Kong hears the rising ]ires s of steam,\\nIn pulsing throb along each vessel s beam.\\nWhile sailors chafe the Squadron s long delay\\nAnd cheer the signal to get under way;\\nFor our great captain, urged as though anew\\nMoves to the sequel of his plan in view.\\nAnd, to the navy, orders now impart\\nThe bustling preparations to depart\\nWhile waiting there with watchful eve o er all\\nIwas thus soliloquized our Admiral-\\nThe news has come across the distant main\\n1 hat war involves America and Spain\\nAlso a mandate from Great Britain says, Away I\\nNo warlike ships in neutral harbors stay\\nn ^he morrow we set sail for Mirs\\nl hen Subig, if no power deters\\nAnd if we find Spain s fleet, without delav\\nSuch meeting ushers in a bloodv fray\\nShould Montejo hide near Manila s guns", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Dewey s Victory. 15\\nIVe follow there, though as the story runs,\\nGrim dangers lurk and numerous mines abound,\\n-Concealed in waters of that dismal sound;\\nThough Cavite and isle Corregidor\\nHave heavy guns that make a noise like Thor,\\nTo force that harbor, I m resolved to try,\\nIn bold attempt to conquer or to die.\\nThe proclamation drawn by Augusti\\nAssumes that we re engaged in piracy\\nHints that we wish to steal his black-eyed maids,\\nAnd loot the churches in our brigand raids,\\nLike sacrilegious hordes that conquered Rome\\nAnd drove the humlble peasant from his home.\\nTo judge his neighbor he condemns himself,\\nSo rife for plunder and so prone to pelf.\\nThese Heaven-bound pilgrims crave the gold ingots,\\nNor will this leopard ever change his spots\\nTrain him, tame him, educate him as you will,\\n-One born a Spaniard will be Spaniard still.\\nIf as reports and current rumors say,\\nThose deadly mines are hidden in the bay,\\nWe softly glide above each signal wire\\nAnd gunners will not know the time to fire\\nAnd when they would explode the fatal mines\\nThe watch tower gets too late the secret signs.\\nTwill not succeed as when they wrecked the Maine,\\nWhile guards are sleeping that would fire the train.\\nTheir guns well-served which well-served will not be,\\nMight sink a fleet if gunners could but see\\nWithin the shadowy gloom when darkness hides.\\nSuch marksmen scarce could hit a vessel s sides,\\nThough they had served their guns in broad daylight,\\nMuch less when ships mysterious blend in night.\\nTo plan a coup de etat a grand surprise\\nA dash at night to stun them when they rise,\\nLends force that deals destruction to the foe\\nTen-fold as strong when none expect the blow.\\nV\\nAt Singapore awaits a chieftain bold,\\nIn whose dark eyes the pride of all his race\\nJoined with the daring cdf the Khans of old", "height": "4161", "width": "2630", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "1 6 ARMAGEDDON.\\nAn artful cunning and a native grace\\nIn whom ambition s restless thirst for power\\nHad wrought a hero s soul for peril s hour\\nSuch Aguinaldo, able to command,\\nWas hailed as chief of Fillipino s land.\\nAs came the minstrel of a bygone day\\nWith trembling hand and bent with age, and grey,.\\nYet skilled to touch the heart s responsive key\\nAnd sing his wonders o er the sounding sea,\\nA veteran sailor came the tale to tell\\nAdventures a bold Malay chief befell;\\nEncouraged by the Captain s kindly eye,.\\nHe thus began his tale of daring high\\nProud that his mother was a Tagal born.\\nSon of a native chief who. great in wealth,\\nWould his loved son with priestly robes adorn\\nAnd train him in the monkish ways of stealthy\\nBound the lad firmly to the Spanish creed;\\nTo educate him with the constant aim\\nThat he would prove a strength in time of need\\nTo hold intact the Papal power of Spain.\\nIt often has been said that man proposes,.\\nBut that Almighty God alone disposes.\\nThis Indian student in the white man s school,\\nWho sailed for Madrid as the priesthood s tool,\\nKnew twas quite well to learn to read and write,.\\nTo master grammar and to figure right,\\nConstruct a sandwich or a mango pie,\\nTo learn to live aright and how-to die,\\nTo love your neighbor as you love yourself,\\nDo good to those that hate you, Seek no pelf/\\nTo tell the truth and keep the golden rule,\\nTen mandates in St. Peter s vestibule.\\nBut when the Spaniard tried to teach his love\\nWith his pretended spirit of a dove r\\nHis charity, equity and mercy,\\nHis philanthropy and his honesty,\\nIn sanctity by fasts on holy days\\nWith lofty peans of eternal praise,\\nWhile whosoever shall his brother smite\\nUpon the right cheek, turn the left also*", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Dewey s Victory 17\\nTo him, that he may gratify his spite,\\nWas practiced by those unctuous saints below\\nWhoever shall for justice make demand\\nSmite his right cheek and when again he turns\\nSmite also on the left, with heavy hand,\\nThat he may know the rule that mercy spurns;\\nAnd If a man will sue thee at the law\\nAnd take away thy coat, in wholesome awe,\\nThen let him have thy cloak was made to read\\nIf thou shall sue a man and his coat take\\nThen forthwith seize his cloak whate er his need,\\nThough he should make outcry for justice sake.\\nWhen this untutored savage caught a glimpse\\nOf civilization, through the gauzy veil\\nBaptismal fountains gave the naked nymphs\\nPeering behind hypocrisy saw the jail,\\nPrisons and police, soldiers and law courts,\\nInquisitions, bull fights and cockpit sports,\\nCannon, swords, muskets and engines of death,\\nAnd heavy taxes on each indrawn breath,\\nA Christian land with lock on every door,\\nTo keep from theft a guard on every floor,\\nEach seeking vantage o er his fellow man,\\nAnd none that strive know how the strife began\\nAnd when he caught the sights of brothel slums\\nIn monasteries of that Christian land,\\nAnd tried to calculate the fabulous sums\\nSo oft extorted by a priestly hand\\nTo build cathedrals for the harlot Rome\\nAnd starve the land to build St. Peter s dome,\\nThen, after several years of study there,\\nThis Aguinaldo boldly did declare:\\nSo far as priesthood goes, no more for me,\\nFor a skilled soldier I d much rather be.\\nSo he was drafted in the native troops,\\nOfficered by the Spaniard who never stoops\\nTo offer more than a subaltern s place\\nTo a colonial chief of native race.\\nTwas thus he served in this Hidalgo train\\nTill two years since, knowing the purpose vain,\\nThis native nobleman, Aguinaldo,\\nWith his corn-patriot, Alexandro,", "height": "4156", "width": "2610", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "18 Armageddon.\\nOrganized revolt of these wild men,\\nMade for Spain s officers a slaughter pen,\\nAnd shot them all while on a dress parade,\\nlook to the trackless swamp and everglade,\\nAnd on the mattees of the upland plain\\nFive thousand warriors held defiant reign,\\nCharging from fastness of some mountain den,\\nLike thunderbolt from every hidden glen,\\nRaiding the castles of the Spanish Don\\nThroughout the fertile valleys of Luzon.\\nTo such extent these ravages were felt,\\nThat Governor General Bassillio\\nWho, with such bribed assassins often dealt,\\nTo anyone who had the nerve to go,\\nPledged twenty thousand pesetas reward\\nTo bring the head of Luzon s traitor lord.\\nA week and Bassillio received a line\\nFrom Aguinaldo, thus: T need the sum\\nAnd will myself deliver in due time.\\nBold words that struck the Don with wonder dumb\\nten days and then the typhoon wildly raged\\nlhe hurricane burst as if a tiger caged\\nTore everything within its deadly path\\n1 ill vengeance faltered at the tempest s wrath\\nthe rain came down as if Siva had hurled\\nIn twain the flood gates of the upper world\\nAnd howling through the raging Sulu sea,\\nSl n thr h ^ng stretch of Palawan,\\nAm d the lightnings flash and thunders roar\\nAnd died away on Mindanao s shore\\nIwas then a monk in priestlv garb appeared\\nAnd passed the kneeling guard! who S feared\\nBut reverent crossed their breast with ho v% gn\\nAsldilT m T PaSSed with look ben^T\\nAsking, m careless way, if unengaged\\nlhe SsVer V n 7 C r W be fGUnd wi \u00c2\u00abn-\\nt\u00c2\u00a3 \\\\u S! Safe condllct *ere presao-ed-\\nTo see the ruse the Don did not bLin\\nS Thmk\u00c2\u00b0m; e t tered CHd n0t tUrn W. hTad!\\nPerchance it was some literary feast", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Dewey s Victory. 19\\nHis secretary had planned to write about;\\nTwas not the scribe that entered but the priest,\\nWho said, Peace be with you! to quiet doubt.\\nThe cleric dropped his cloak and locked the door\\nAnd said, Know ye the Luzon chieftain here?\\nBassillio knows him well, and what is more,\\nIf he but pays the score he need not fear,\\nBut if he dares for once to raise a cry,\\nBehold this deadly weapon lifted high\\nA shining- blade raised by a Malay hand\\nTo kill thee, Spaniard, who has cursed the land.\\nHere I have brought you Aguinaldo s head,\\nPay the reward, expedito! he said.\\nThe Don, astonished at the brigand bold,\\nQuite promptly paid the sum in Spanish gold;\\nThe chief wrote a receipt while yet he talked,\\nCounted the money coolly as he walked\\nBackward until the door was safely reached\\nThat by a sudden blow was quickly breached\\nDodging a pistol ball that grazed the locks\\nUpon his temples as he made the dash\\nWith lion s courage and in craft a fox\\nA hair-breadth scape from an attempt most rash.\\nThe Adalantado gave each rebel khan\\nA goodly sum as premium for his ban,\\nWealth and free pardon if he would depart.\\nWell versed in wiles of Machiavelian art\\nThe native chieftains thus impelled by fate\\nThen shrewdly took the gold and quit the State;\\nLater they learned the church assassins plans\\nTo have their blood upon her sacred hands.\\nThe two who planned the deed next night were found.\\nStabbed to the heart, by sentry on his round,\\nAnd on the dagger s hilt the words we trace:\\nBeware the vengeance of the Malay race!\\nMidnight had passed, the fickle moon gone down\\nBeyond the ancient walls of Mongol town,\\nAnd our proud ships to other refuse find\\nHad left that ancient harbor far behind.\\nWhen the bright Surya from his morning dreams\\nRose dripping from fair Indra s sea-wrought cave", "height": "4156", "width": "2610", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "20 ARMAGEDDON.\\nAnd lit the landscape with his mellow beams,\\nShowing his pearls of light upon the wave,\\nCast mirage of pagoda, tower and spire\\nAnd dome and minaret glistening in the sun,\\nBurnishing with gold that gleamed like distant fire\\nUpon the far blue mountain range beyond,\\nOur squadron reached the noble harbor sought,\\nAnd here at Mirs our gathering strength is brought.\\nNanshan and Zariro joined the honored roll,\\nLaden with full supply of Cardiff coal,\\nTill came a time, when every duty done,\\nThe voyage toward Manila is begun,\\nProudly our ships move outward from the bay,\\nAnd, steaming grandly forth, sailed on their way.\\nThe band chants music of Volifuoco,\\nStrikes up the stirring tune of Boys in Blue,\\nBut when we reach the open sea s expanse,\\nAnd Cathay lands are fading from the glance,\\nThen Yankee Doodle lifts the Yankee pride\\nAnd rousing cheers float o er the ocean wide.\\nLast the Star Spangled Banner s bugle call,\\nBraver, stronger and nobler than them all,\\nCloses the concert, and a thousand men\\nTake up the words and sing the song again.\\nSoutheasterly, in form that wild geese fly\\nOr in the crescent shape they onward hie,\\nDrilling with patient la bor day by day\\nTill they are off the mouth of Subig bay.\\nThe Concord, Baltimore and Boston dare\\nTo hunt the Spaniard from his hidden lair,\\nSearch here in vain and on they noiseless creep\\nLike crouching tigers, on the trackless deep\\nAs cautiously they hail each passing boat\\nu\u00c2\u00a3l ,S the martial tone and trumpet note\\nWith all extinguished save one glimmering light\\nUpon the ghostly outline of the night\\nWhich on the Zariro, now far astern\\nA lonely star continues yet to burn.\\nPr^T n Hke e Shad w V forms of ^ath;\\nFearful W^S T\u00e2\u0084\u00a2 whis P^\u00c2\u00b0 breath!\\nRfi. g Cl Uds disclose the moon\\nlo shine on phantom ships concealed in gloom", "height": "4166", "width": "2494", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Into Spain s subterranean dungeons she had peered,\\nThe witness of the crimes of ages past,\\nThat made her bloody history a record dark\\nOf cruelty and wrong that will outlast\\nThe better genius of a race of nobler caste.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 [Page 24].", "height": "4156", "width": "2610", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4171", "width": "2463", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Dewey*s Victory. 21\\nEnter the mouth of that eventful bay\\nDreading Corregidor and Cavite.\\nAt deepest midnight from the southern shore\\nComes flashing light and then a cannon s roar,\\nA flying shell is seen and heard on high,\\nPassing the boat McCulloch harmless by.\\nThe coming of the squadron scarce is known,\\nAnd it glides past ere yet the gauntlet s thrown.\\nA pause! a rocket here! a rocket there!\\nAscending beacons of the upper air,\\nA breathless lull! and then a Boston gun!\\nAnswering shots and nothing further done.\\nSilent our ships sailed toward the inner bay\\nTo where Montejo and his gunboats lay,\\nAnd all the secrets of the coming fight\\nAre folded in the mantle of the night.\\nTwas daybreak on Cavite bay\\nWhen cannon smote the coming day,\\nAnd booming guns from far and wide\\nSound echoing o er the swelling tide.\\nThere heroes saw with coming light\\nManila s monsters of the fight\\nLoom up before them grim and black,\\nAnd heard the gatlings snarl and crack,\\nAll blending in continuous roar,\\nA hundred deep-mouthed guns or more,\\nBelching their rage in shot and flame,\\nIn fatal chance of Death s own game,\\nWhere shells went screaming through the air\\nAnd burning missiles everywhere.\\nBut when responding to that raid,\\nOur guns their deep-toned answer made,\\nThe steadier pulse of heavy rolling sound,\\nReverberating o er the hills around,\\nSpoke of the thunder s deeper, louder knell\\nThat came to toll the Spaniard s last farewell.\\nFive times our ships in panoramic view\\nPassed by the vessels of Montejo s crew,\\nLike foxes doubling in the sportsman s chase,\\nStraining their sinews to endure the race,\\nFronting those awful guns, both sea and land,", "height": "4156", "width": "2610", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "22 ARMAGEDDON.\\nAs waiting there the hostile forces stand,\\nWhile each time that we this maneuver make,\\nNearer advancing new positions take,\\nAnd there pour in our storm of shot and shell,\\nOut-baying the Cerberean hounds of Hell.\\nThe Spanish fleet now moved so far inshore,\\nAt longer range a steady fire we pour.\\nIn desperate hope to win the deadly fray\\nMontejo gets Christiana under way,\\nBears down upon the Olympia with her prow\\nAs if to run her down and crush her bow\\nA charge upon the whole of Dewey s fleet\\nWhich our guns gathered all their fire to meet.\\nPierced by a shell that ranges through her length,\\nShe turns to fly, a giant shorn of strength;\\nThen pausing there as if to take a breath,\\nDisabled fights till pounded unto death.\\nAfire breaks out and she is wrapped in flames\\nWhich smolder on far in the coming night\\nTill the black hulk a shattered wreck remains,\\nUpon that lurid sea a hapless sight.\\nThe Castillia, Christiana s nearest mate,\\nAbout this time has met a direful fate\\nA monster shell her boiler works destroys\\nAnd she is skyward blown with deafening noise*,\\nAnd all on board are toward the heavens tossed,\\nOr downward in the gurgling waters lost.\\nTorpedo boats from old Morono s shore,\\nTo strike the Olympiads advancing hull,\\nMet with broadsides are never heard of more.\\nTwo hours of constant battle, then a lull\\nIs signaled from our flag ship to our tars,\\nWhile still the Spaniards blaze their sheeted flame\\nFrom all their batteries, like true sons of Mars,\\nOath-bound to show the world that Spain dies game.\\nThe brilliant sun of that bright tropic day,\\nObscured from sight by drifting battle clouds,\\nGave to that blue lagoon no cheering ray,\\nBut to false Spain an omen of her shroud\\nGave to her darkened hopes a sombre hue,\\nCast the red light of burning ships in view,\\nOn the background of that mournful tableau.", "height": "4171", "width": "2463", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Dewey s Victory. 23.\\nWhen firing ceased twas but the awful pause\\nIn the dire conflict of a desperate cause.\\nWith hundreds struggling in the throes of pain,\\nMid shrieks of wounded men who call in vain,\\nAnd dying groans that might the world appall,\\nHeaven on the first act lets the curtain fall.\\nThree hours of rest and then the signal came\\nOnce more arouse, avengers of the Maine!\\nFor these grim actors of the play withdrew\\nTo shift the scenes and then the fight renew.\\nOur squadron moves on Spain with banners spread,\\nProud Dewey on the Olympia at its head.\\nNow the Baltimore speeding like a dart,\\nIn the fierce battle takes a leading part,\\nMaking a dash she silenced Cavit fort,\\nAnd blew the arsenal up with loud report.\\nThe little Petrel seeks the inner bay\\nTo aid where Boston, Concord, Raleigh lay;\\nAnd now it is the grandest scenes begin\\nAmid a heavy cannonading din,\\nAnd with the blaze and noise and stunning blare\\nOf Spain s Armada s awful burning glare,\\nThe Ulloa, Austria, Cuba with their dead\\nAre thundered at with shot and iron hail,\\nTill sunk, blown up and burned there s scarce a shred\\nLeft of that Spanish fleet to tell the tale.\\nThe few remaining ships of Montejo\\nOf lighter draft, in safety seek to go\\nDrawn far away to distant Bacoor s shore:\\nThe troop ship, Mindanao, several more,\\nAre followed by the Boston and Concord\\nFar into that dark midnight of discord,\\nAnd there are burned unto the water s edge.\\nTill Mercy calls to close a scene so dire,\\nFierce Moloch paints on. sky a sea of fire\\nThat lights the corpse that floats along the sedge\\nAnd the brave gunner whose dead body lies\\nHalf out of Christiana s weird barbette\\nWhere silent floaters from dark waters rise,\\nFor whom the sun has now forever set.", "height": "4161", "width": "2553", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "OA ARMAGEDDON.\\nProwlers for pillage on the field remain\\nTo kill the wounded and to rob the slam,\\nAnd many a victim with half charred remains\\nIs there to swell the ghouls ill gotten gains.\\nIn mockery of war s vanity and pride,\\nWritten in blood stains on that sullen tide,\\nAn hundred corsair crews with ribald song\\nPlunder the Spanish dead the shores along,\\nAnd from the debris of the arsenal,\\nAnd from the many sunk and floating wrecks,\\nNatives, wide-hatted, black and farcical,\\nSwift glide in boats to load them to the decks\\nWith wanton jest and with a lawless ease,\\nBear off whatever vandal hands can seize,\\nLike skulking jackals, following in the wake,\\nTo gather spoils the lion scorns to take\\nTo stop these lootings Reason calls in vain\\nWhile tolling bells proclaim the scourge of Spain.\\nTHE LAMENT.\\nIn Madrid s quiet streets at midnight s mystic hour,\\nTlie same round moon that sits as Queen of Night\\nOver the fires that blazed upon the Philippines\\nWhispered the mournful sadness of the sight\\nShe saw upon the shore where shone her softened light.\\nAfter that dreadful cannonade she told of dead\\nUpon the waters of Manila bay,\\nHundreds wounded and slain that were the pride and boast\\nOf Spain ere the disaster of that day\\nHad cast her star of empire downward on its way.\\nInto Spain s subterranean dungeons she had peered,\\nThe witness of the crimes of ages past,\\nThat made her bloody history a record dark\\nOf cruelty and wrong that will outlast\\nThe better genius of a race of nobler caste.\\nSaw God s vice-gerent sell his tender lambs for bribes\\nLambs stolen from the Savior s sacred fold", "height": "4171", "width": "2463", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Dewey s Victory\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the lament. 25\\nSaw Spain, with grasp of avarice and clutch of power,\\nBarter indulgences to sin for gold;\\nUndone from that sad hour when Heaven itself was sold.\\nMontejo, gloomy, saw the mournful cortege pass,\\nSad and dejected bearing to the grave\\nThe brave Christiana s captain s torn and mangled form\\nHeard clods sound on the coffin of the brave;\\nHeard too, the muttered prayer; saw funeral draperies wave.\\nThen, he lamenting all the vanity of earth,\\nSoliloquizing, asks: Why is this woe\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0So centered in its wrath upon God s holy church?\\nWhy does the world become her bitter foe,\\nAnd all her deeds of Christian mercy fail to know?\\nBut yesterday we thought to stand against the world,\\nSwollen with vanity and idle boasts\\nToday empires have vanished from beneath our feet,\\nHeretic vandals sweep with fire our coasts,\\nInsult Spain s honor and offend the Lord of Hosts.\\nHow are the mighty fallen from their high estate!\\nAlas! how false the grandeur of our seat!\\nHow vain the empty show of Spanish pride and strength,\\nWhen in grim battle we attempt to meet\\nThe thunder of the guns of Dewey s daring fleet!\\nWhat a vain-glorious thing becomes the life of man\\nWhen all existence here is but the bud\\nOf those celestial flowers that only bloom in Heaven!\\nWhy do we float upon this carnal flood\\nTo stain in gilt our sacred robes with human blood?\\nManila s land locked bay is full of dirge like sounds;\\nGrief for the cause for which our heroes died,\\nThe solemn dead march with its pomp and nodding plumes,\\nOh, daughter of the night! pale and sad-eyed!\\nLook down in pity on the Spaniard s fallen pride!", "height": "4161", "width": "2553", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "2 6 ARA\\\\AGEDDON.\\nCANTO IV,\\nTHE ARRAIGNMENT.\\nWhen Freedom gemmed her glorious azure field\\nTo emblem thirteen states on flag unfurled,\\nTo Liberty herself a space was sealed\\nFor added stars to light her through the world.\\nThe Nation grew and waxing great and strong,\\nIn time became the Nemesis of wrong;\\nBut with her birth and with her earlier breath,\\nAs life is but the harbinger of death,\\nThere germinated in the breast of Pride,\\nThe seeds of treason, growing rank and wide;\\nA lust for power whose deadly upas hate\\nPresaged to Freedom an untimely fate\\nThe wicked greed, of men of sordid aim,\\nWho craved great wealth, or sought for mortal fame-\\nA country full of economic fools,\\nOf selfish interests made the servile tools;\\nA strife of bulls and bears who trade in gold\\nA horde of thieves, like wolves within the fold.\\nEach day enhancing with a selfish vice.\\nTheir hoard of treasure in the dollar s price\\nLaying their taxes, not on thrift and wealth\\nBut on what slaves consume, by tariff stealth;\\nAnd for each dollar of the tribute laid\\nFor public revenue, ten more are made\\nTo fill the coffers of the favored few.\\nWho scramble for and grasp all wealth in view.\\nShrewd plans are these that work complete surprise.\\nBy crafty schemes that rob men in disguise\\nDeceptions, that detected and made plain.\\nWould be despised by every man that s sane.\\nThe bond and dollar spectre brought the reign\\nOf Gorgons hungry for the blood of gain,\\nFor dollars worth one third the price of gold,\\nA mortgage on posterity was sold\\nAnd premium given to be from taxes freed,\\nWhile usury vampires all our arteries bleed.\\nThus love of lucre brought our land to this\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "4171", "width": "2463", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "The arraignment. 2j\\nTreason to country in a Judas kiss!\\nAs Caeser poured libations to his soul,\\nSpraying his native altars with his blood,\\nAppeased the Gods upon Ambition s goal\\nA sacrifice to stay the crimson flood,\\nAnd usher an Augustan age of peace,\\nWhere all the nobler arts of man increase,\\nAmerica s brave sons their offering gave,\\nShedding their blood the Union cause to save;\\nBut when the war was closed a great parade,\\nTo talk up senseless vanity was made,\\nAnd avarice claimed the honor of the fight.\\nThose who had fought but to defend the right\\nWere soon persuaded to admit the fact,\\nAnd Congress passed The credit strengthening act\\nNot strengthening credit but the creditors!\\nA crime which every honest man abhors.\\nThe war debt almost three billions made\\nBy such atrocious laws, which must be paid,\\nWas doubled in its weight to pay the bonds\\nIn coin, which first were bought with current funds;\\nCoin being then at premium on account\\nOf doubtful war that caused the gold to mount;\\nFor who can atxglir what results may be,\\nWhen war shall toss our ship of state at sea?\\nFor when the fiercer storm has sunk to rest,\\nStill, billows roll with wrecks upon their crest;\\nThe waters slowly, not at once subside,\\nBut yet mount tip in waves that swell the tide,\\nAnd now bond pirates, a relentless crew,\\nWith skull and cross bones plainly seen in view,\\nTrumpet the Ship of State, the words Heave to!\\nDeliver us coin bonds or we ll sink you\\nBut scarce this order made in sixty-nine,\\nIs answered when they close each silver mine,\\nIn which the bankers of the world all join\\nTo stop the mintage of the peopks coin\\nSilver demonetized, in seventy three,\\nHas thus deprived our trade on land and sea\\nOf half the money of the world at once\\nWho could approve, save a financial dunce?\\nWhen this has raised the value of the srold", "height": "4161", "width": "2553", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "2g ARMAGEDDON.\\nUnder the new demand, at least two fold?\\nBenefiting the bankers selfish crowd\\nWherebv they were with sudden wealth endowed!\\nDoubling the second time the public debt!\\nDoubling all private debts, that must be met,\\nContracted through our own extravagance,\\nGrown from the recklessness of war s expanse!\\nDoubling fixed incomes and all private hoards,\\nAnd letting debtors feast on empty gourds!\\nAnd falling prices under Treasury rules\\nQuadrupling loads on human backs, like mules\\nThat burdened to the death stagger and fall,\\nAnd aggravating this by throwing all\\nThe taxes on their humble poverty,\\nTo shield the trusts and let the rich go free!\\nBy this, and that a thousand crimes untold!\\nThese autocrats of wealth, now grown quite bold.\\nBy deeds most foul and un-American\\nCompassed the ruin of the under man.\\nThus rogues, on the blind side of honest worth,\\nSucceed by fraud in duping all the earth\\nTo bear a yoke and be industrial slaves\\nAnd work the purposes of fools and knaves;\\nCorrupting courts, that stood an hundred years\\nFor income taxes, till it now appears,\\nNinety per cent of wealth pays ten of tax\\nWhile ten, unfavored, pays what ninety lacks.\\nSo, after thirty years of paying debts\\nAnd making all the laws for favored pets\\nAfter the rule that coin means gold is made\\nAnd every debt in interest three times paid\\nThen doubled up, and debtors oft betrayed;\\nTo pay these debts, all men must money buy\\nHow could they do it with the price so high?\\nAfter the people found the funding scheme,\\nAt what was lower interest, as twould seem,\\nWas never once allowed to be released,\\nUntil the price of gold had so increased\\nLhe new was higher than the old had been,.\\nEnhanced by value of the coin twas in,\\nAnd payments, after all was said and done,", "height": "4156", "width": "2515", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "The Arraignment. 29\\nHad left the debtor where he first begun,\\nBecause the unit always grew in size;\\nSo that the decreased number seemed to rise.\\nAll products scaled at gold standard price\\nStagnated trade and held it like a vice;\\nProperty going down, none dare invest\\nIn any enterprise of thrift, and lest,\\nBy active push, one lost more than he gained,\\nAll sank discouraged and in sloth remained.\\nThus unused labor vastly multiplied\\nAnd tramps infested every country side;\\nThose homeless wanderers ordered to move on,\\nBecame a source of danger to Bon Ion.\\nAnd now by falsehood, that would shame a thief,\\nOur common folks were given, for relief.\\nAssertions, that prosperity had come,\\nWhich far from true are still believed by some;\\nWhile by another class they are denied\\nAnd many more are doubtful yet beside\\nOthers quite sure such real things exist.\\nAre coupon clippers who in fact persist,\\nFor now their holdings bring the highest price\\nAnd yield a harvest by the shrewd device\\nOf drawing interest on the notes they owe,\\nUnder the heartless scheme, the bankers know.\\nThe strong are striving to oppress the weak,\\nSo false their purpose, yet so seeming meek.\\nA thousand other wrongs we might rehearse\\nCumbrous details unfit for lofty verse.\\nThus fared our country when the tidings came\\nThat cruel Spaniards had destroyed the Maine.\\nTne breaking out of war gave some relief\\nAnd hope of better things became belief.\\nAmerica responded to the call\\nTo save the Cubans from the tyrant s thrall,\\nAnd for the cause of man, to war invoke,\\nThe voice of a united people spoke.\\nBut still the sordid money kings presume\\nTo bear the nation to its threatened doom,\\nAnd now the evidence more strong appears,", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "ARMAGEDDON.\\nTill our belief is conquered by our fears\\nThat avarice wishes not to conquer Spain\\nBut our own people here, that kings may reign.\\nThe Wall street gang, on whom bondholders dote\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA monied power, takes Congress by the throat\\nAnd says: You cannot free the Cuban land,\\nUntil you pay the price we ask in hand.\\nThe scent of blood has roused the wolfish pack\\nAnd daring huntsmen hurl the wild beasts back,\\nSo, statesmen in heroic battle fought,\\nTo shield the heart of right, that Casca sought,\\nAnd stay the hand of guilty power.\\nThat lobbied Congress in that trying hour,\\nAnd drove it to commit the venal crime\\nOf issuing obligations on long time,\\nWhen other means that usury did not bear\\nWere pointed out by patriots as more fair.\\nWhich ways were right, as well the sequel showed.\\nThree months and Spain was nought but episode r\\nAnd ready millions paid the honest score;\\nBonds were not needed as was urged before\\nAll this to prove the avarice of man,\\nWho seeks for much, and takes what e er he can.\\nOh! palsied be the traitorous hand of those,\\nWho seek to fatten on their countries woes\\nWhose avaricious hearts can never feel\\nThe true impulses of a patriot s zeal!\\nWho watch the nation in the throes of pain,\\nOnly for purposes of selfish gain,\\nAnd count her dying pulses latest throb,\\nWhile they devise the surest scheme to rob!\\nOh! for a tongue to curse the princely knaves\\nWho, in the lust of power and greed for gold,\\nWould vilely trample over new made graves\\nAnd make their wealth the price of virtue soldf\\nWho, when wars bugle heard throughout the land\\nRe-echoes once again its stern command..\\nAre seen as monsters, poised above the clouds,\\nAbove the smoke of battle which enshrouds,\\nTowering aloft, enthroned in upper air,", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "The Arraignment. 31\\nWith selfish greed their first and only care,\\nDrowning the clash of steel, or shout of Dons\\nRoar louder than the voice of war, MORE BONDS!!\\nCANTO V,\\nTHE SEIGE OF SANTIAGO.\\nSpain such deep insult could not lightly brook\\nOn such debasement could not idly look.\\nThat her proud squadron of the eastern seas,\\nShould be destroyed by Yankee Pigs with ease\\nFired up the arrogance of haughty souls,\\nThat breathed its hatred forth as burning. coals.\\nElectric power had flashed the telegram,\\nAcross the ocean wide to Uncle Sam:\\nCervera fights vengeance is coming soon!\\nThose who insult fair Spain like dogs must die.\\nOf old we d say, there s blood upon the Moon,\\nBehind her broom the witch now sails the sky.\\nThe Spanish fleet, with all its iron hail,\\nFrom Cape Verde Isles, is ordered to set sail\\nUnder the Almirante, Cervera;\\nMaria, Colon, Oquendo and Vizcaya\\nCruisers well armoured, and with heavy guns\\nThe Terror and the Pluton s rapid runs;\\nA powerful array of deadly steel,\\nOn a bold mission, to make Yankees feel\\nThe sting of vengeance of the haughty race,\\nThat with malignant hatred spurns disgrace.\\nThen came a time of painful deep suspense,\\nAlong extended lines of coast defense.\\nNor Sampson knew, nor Schley the where or when,\\nThe threatened bolt would strike Columbia s men.\\nThe actors played upon the world s great stage,\\nThe mighty drama of the Spaniards rage.\\nVague rumors came of where their ships had steered.\\nBehind blue curtains of far distant space,", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "32 ARMAGEDDON.\\nMysterious and uncertain, always feared,\\nLurked those black monsters, with grim visaged face\\nWhile Schley at Hampton, Sampson at Key West,\\nAwait the coming of their silent guest,\\nSighted off Newfoundland\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then Martinique,\\nThe Isle of Curracoa, prowling like a wolf,\\nSeen and unseen, shadowy and unique,\\nLost in the hazy distance of the gulf-\\nWrapped in the tempests and the clouds of night;\\nVanished like dreams before the morning light.\\nSchley s flying squadron, near Santiago,\\nWatched for the arrows from the skulking foe;\\nSampson with ships, Iowa in the van,\\nGuarding the Windward Pass and Yucatan.\\nMeanwhile the ports of Cuba were blockaded,\\nAnd many ships with Spanish flags were raided,\\nAnd towed as prizes into Federal port,\\nThough Spain had not appeared in naval court.\\nThen came the bombardment of Matanzas\\nSan Juan, Cienfugos and Cardenas.\\nThe Oregon had sailed ten thousand miles,\\nReached lesser Antilles and Windward Isles,\\nAnd closed the mouth of thatCaribbean net,\\nFormed by the numerous isles, that fate had set,\\nAgainst the shores of twin Americas.\\nCervera, off Jamaica s coast appears\\nAnd greeted Santiago s loud huzzas.\\nUnder full head of steam, as if his fears\\nWere wrought upon by goblins in his wake,\\nAnd he had thought O Shanter in the stake.\\nHe dashed into the harbor like a ball,\\nStruck by the cue of Fate s resistles call.\\nFrom broader circles down to narrow ones,\\nIn nature s illustration aptly comes;\\nThe Universe, the system of our Sun.\\nThe World, The Ocean\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and sea Caribbean\\nThe Bay Santiago the Inner one,\\nAnd there find the Armada\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cerverian,\\nI he Colon too\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the flagship of the fleet,\\nThe Almirante, in his state room greet;\\nA prudent limit for ambitious man.\\nWhose pride is broader than creation s span.", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "The Seige of Santiago. 33\\nNapoleon at Helena s rockbound isle,\\nWas not more strictly held in durance vile,\\nthan Ceryera, self banished from the sea;\\nAs one who locks a door, then throws the key;\\nWith no escape, nor yet a prompt pursuit\\nA narrow channel later filled with wrecks,\\nHigh castled battlements, from which to shoot,\\nA plunging fire upon our cruisers decks,\\nWith hidden mines, and forts on either side,\\nA range of guns, that braver powers defied,\\nThreatening to sink the navies of the world,\\nWith bolts from terraced rocks in thunder hurled.\\nOn July first of Eighteen ninety-eight,\\nPursuant to the plans of former date,\\nW r e first approached, by Guantanamo,\\nThe Spanish stronghold of Santiago.\\nAmericans from Tampa, Florida,\\nFirst feign attack upon Cabanitos,\\nIn force we landed at Daiqiri bay,\\nAccomplished safely and with trifling loss.\\nRoosevelt s men ambushed at Siboney!\\nThen a great battle surges round Caney.\\nIn three divisions our brave troops arrayed,\\nAdvance and Capron opens cannonade;\\nWheeler s and Roosevelt s horsemen roughly ride;\\nGarcia and Cubans join the onward tide;\\nLawton s brigade sweeps onward to the north,\\nCarry El Caney driving Spaniards forth\\nHeadlong to Santiago in retreat.\\nWhile Hawkin s force the enemy s center greet,\\nAnd Kent s brigade engaged in desperate fight,\\nPress on to Aguadores on the right.\\nStrongly sustained by Sampson and his fleet;\\nDislodge the foe and drive them as they meet;\\nWhile northern troops by force of burning sun,\\nAre stricken down as by the deadly gun.\\nNight sank upon a conflict hotly waged\\nUpon a field where fearful carnage raged;\\nA strife in which both armies met defeat,\\nNeath the intensity of tropic heat.\\nAnd there they seemed to pause, each to await,", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "34 ARMAGEDDON.\\nThe movement of the hidden hand of fate.\\nBlockaded there the Spanish Admiral lay,\\nClose bottled up in Santiago bay,\\nMajestic war ships floating idly by,\\nAnd Morro s frowning battlements looming high.\\nWhy then does cautious Sampson hesitate?\\nFears he indeed that myth of threatening guns,\\nWith timid hope, that fake of danger shuns?\\nThose able captains, Evans, Clark and Schley,\\nRestrained by orders given, we know not why!\\nAmong them those who should have made their mark!\\nPerchance like Dewey, dashing in the dark,\\nWho proved the truth upon the first of May,\\nThat where there is a will there is a way!\\nThe hero of the hour, who is he now?\\nWhere rests the laurels? On what noble brow?\\nDo men of iron will control their fate?\\nAnd high promotions come to those who wait?\\nWhy does he doubtful in that harbor peer?\\nBrood o er the many hidden mines in fear?\\nDoes that old fortress, frowning g ainst the sky.\\nIntimidate a soul with purpose high?\\nOr if in fear of contact mines below\\nTo clog the channel why should Hobson go?\\nTo clear it would have been a braver deed,\\nIf only Dewey had been there to lead!\\nCan not true heroes wield environments?\\nAnd can they not create the circumstance?\\nBut if environments all action mould\\nAnd circumstance alone makes heroes bold,\\nThen, greatness falls and fortune takes its place,\\nAnd prestige, won by turning of an ace,\\nIs lost again by shuffle of a card,\\nTo him who rights, or him who stands on guard;\\nWhile qualities that make a conquerer win,\\nMay make him lose, if he but try again.\\nYet, true it is tis something in the man,\\nThat carries with his force success of plan.\\nA brilliant thought that meets half way the fact;\\nDefies all evil by the mascot, tact;\\nDoes a thing quickly, if it must be done;", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "The Seige of Santiago. 35\\nDon t tell the world and have it on the run\\nlo turn aside an exploit just begun\\nAnd stop him ere he fires the opening gun;\\nEschews all bombast and all vain pretence,\\nDiscards red tape, depending more on sense,\\nAvoids the talkers and the little doers,\\nSince secrecy of plan success insures.\\nOur Admiral sailed eastward from the fort\\nOn the New York, that Shafter might report,\\nAnd While he slowly reconnoitered there,\\nThe Spaniard took his chance to do and dare.\\nA cruiser loomed in view outside the bay,\\nTurned sharply to the right and steamed away;\\nAnother followed, and another still,\\nAnd then the fourth steamed onward with a will,\\nThe Terror and the Pluton in the rear,\\nAll speed like devils in their mad career,\\nTheir boilers loaded with the rush of steam,\\nTheir funnels roaring with a horrid scream;\\nDesperate, the ship Teresa opens fire,\\nAnd soon our steel clads summon up their ire,\\nAnswering and reanswering in our sight;\\nBatteries joined the melee with their might\\nAll belching smoke that darkened Heaven s light\\nRolling in black above the central fight.\\nHark! the Oregon! Iowa s opening gun!\\nThen our whole squadron joining as in one!\\nW hile floating war clouds hide the shining Sun\\nBang! Boom! Crash! Blaze on Blaze and roar on roar!\\nSuch burst of Hell on earth never before,\\nThundered with voice that bellowed more and more\\nReverberating on the echoing shore!\\nTeresa, Vizcaya, Oquendo and Colon\\nDemolished, with the Terror and Pluton!\\nSailors and captains do their duty well.\\nEach ship crew can its brave adventures tell.\\nThe Texas, Indiana and New York,\\nAid in the struggle and do noble work.\\nWest of the mouth of Santiago bay,\\nThe War God casts on shore, in light of day,\\nGarlands of blood and trophies of the fight", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "3 6\\nArmageddon.\\nDramatic scenes, appalling to the sight-\\nShattered hulks, dismantled vessels, flying wrecks,\\nBonfires of blazing ships, blood streaming decks.\\nHundreds of wounded, dying wretches float\\nUpon the waves or burning call in vain.\\nWhile outstreached arms implore the rescue boat,\\nThe drowning sink despairing neath the main.\\nFrom close pursuit the flag ship Colon flies.\\nTrusting to speed he swiftly onward hies\\nHard striving to escape by passing by\\nBut which the Brooklyn, under Commodore Schley,\\nThe Oregon, under fearless Captain Clark,\\nThe Gloucester, a rapid sailing bark,\\nThe New York later joined in chase, soon reached,\\nAnd with their deadly guns, there wrecked and beached.\\nWhile on the coast a savage race awaits,\\nAs Cornish wreckers, victims of the wave,\\nWith gleaming eyes of bitter Cuban hate;\\nSeeking like ghouls the plunder of the brave.\\nThen Mercy takes a hand for those who breathed;\\nMaking the wounded her especial care.\\nAnd when the battle paused and carnage ceased,\\nAnd sailors fain would cheer our triumph there;\\nA humane captain gentle orders gave,\\nTo war grimed heroes, on the war ships decks;\\nDon t cheer! they re dying! haste boys! the drowning save!\\nIn boats of rescue to dismantled wrecks!\\nAdmiral Cervera, grey haired and proud.\\nBroken in spirit and completely bowed,\\nOffered his sword to Captain Wainwright s care;\\nWho hesitates, then says with gallant air:\\nI cannot take a sword from one so brave\\nWho risks his life, his country s flag to save.\\nAnd this great victory came upon the dav\\nThe anniversary of independence won,\\nWhen America first lit, with beaming ray,\\nHer beacon light at Liberty s glowing sun.\\nTen thousand more United States recruits\\nTo cover all the Santiago hills,", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "3\\nH\\no e\\nDO\\nSO\\nB\\ncd\\ny.\\nCD O\\nfa\\n5\\nCD\\na?\\nfa -3\\na\\nir.\\nf\\n2. 3\\n|-S CD\\n3\\ncd\\nS3\\n\u00c2\u00bb-i\\n3-\\nCD B\\no g\\ny 3\\nff S.\\np crq\\no\\no\\no\\na\\no\\n3\\ncrq\\nSO i-S\\nfa\\n3 ir\\n3\\na\\nhj O\\nCD\\na\\nCD\\nm\\no_\\na\\nCD\\nr+\\na\\na\\nHg\\nC\\nn\\nvj\\nCD\\nfB\\nO\\n3\\no\\no\\nCD\\ne-\u00c2\u00bb-\\n,_,.\\n3\\ny\\n*y\\nCD\\nt-S\\nCD\\nO\\ne-f-\\n3\\nf\u00c2\u00bb\\n\u00c2\u00a35\\n3\\nf3\\n3\\nCD\\n5\\nCD\\nO\\n3\\n3*\\n3\\n3\\nf3\\nrt-\\nm\\n3\\nH^\\no\\nO\\no\\nr*-\\nl-n\\n3*\\nCD*\\n3\\nr*\\nEc\\n2.\\nfa\\np-\\npi\\nCD\\n3\\nW\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a23\\no\\nO\\nX\\nc\\nCt\\nw\\nCD\\nCD\\nO\\nP-\\nX\\n3\\nO\\n1\u00e2\u0080\u0094 J\\nCfi\\np\\nfo\\na\\no\\n3\\n3\\nCD\\nf \u00e2\u0080\u00a2if i", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "The SEiGi\u00c2\u00a3 of Santiago 37\\nOffer no ending to these dire disputes,\\nFor Spaniards loath to yield till bullet kills.\\nAn engineering problem now presents,\\nOf how our navy can direct a shell,\\nOver a hill and shatter a defense\\nSix miles away and plump, it true and well,\\nInto the heart of a defiant town\\nAnd dash its war like structures ruined down.\\nNever before did such a chance betide\\nTo make a target of a nation s pride,\\nWhere signals made by those who see the game,\\nTell expert gunners where to fix their aim.\\nThousands of bombs, with elevation high,\\nAre thundered on the doomed from upper sky.\\nThe Dons surrounded by superior force,\\nLook for Nario from Holguin in vain.;\\nKnowing surrender is a thing of course,\\nStill hug starvation and drag out the pain.\\nAt such array the Spaniards losing heart,\\nWith war like honors seek but to depart.\\nWith arms and banners, Toral still assumes,\\nTo save Spain s pride and scorns to doff his plumes.\\nMcKinley grants one order one alone;\\nYields one condition\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Take the Spaniards home.\\nTo parley better terms they hesitate\\nWaiting Spain s mandate that determines fate.\\nThe guns all pointed, shotted, and in place,\\nOn every hill side, sullenly they face\\nHundreds of cannon ready to bring down\\nDestruction on that lone beleaguered town,\\nUntil the white flag on the batle field,\\nGave token that the desperate foe would yield.\\nTo Plaza La Reina, of the Moorish art,\\nThe soldiers of both armies ranked apart,\\nThere came as witness to the episode\\nOf Spain s surrender, by the martial code\\nLands playing Sotisa s Stars and Stripes Forever,\\nOur banner waving in its triumph ever!\\nAs scarlet flaunted to an angry bull,\\nAll this has filled Spain s cup of grief o er full,\\nAnd fate has given the cup to proud Toral,", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "g ARMAGEDDON.\\nWhen Spaniards stack their arms and yield up all.\\nThe dying Goth beholds the arena swim,\\nAs the Hesperian star-lit clouds grow dim!\\nMore than a century and a score of years\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA Cycle in oblivion disappears,\\nSince dawning of that most eventful day,\\nWhen our free system started on its way\\nThat constellation of the brightest stars,\\nThat ever lit the splendor of the night;\\nLighting the distant blue with thirteen bars\\nOf glorious alternate of red and white.\\nAmerica, victor on the field of Mars,\\nExulting in the triumph of her brawn\\nIn vaulted chambers, guarded by the stars,\\nDreams of her rising empire s glorious dawn.\\nOn many a fierce and blood-stained battle field,\\nTruth as her sword and virtue as her shield,\\nWith Liberty or Death, her rallying cry,\\nDares, power of tyrants ever to defy;\\nGreater than Rome, and mistress of the world;\\nStates in a system, like the planets hurled\\nIn space to circle round a federal sun,\\nUntil the will of God on earth be done,\\nExtends her power o er far-off Philippines,\\nAnd rules the wave in Hawaii s distant scenes;\\nRescues fair Cuba from the despots power;\\nBrings wished for blessings like a genial shower;\\nRestoring all true manhood to its own,\\nIn all the lands in which her power is known.\\nBut worthier of our theme than things yet told,\\nCome warrior chiefs, with chivalry of old,\\nAnd seek for good of all their native race\\nTo meet their erstwhile masters face to face\\nAnd claim a rule, enlightened, strong and free,\\nThat shall unchain the slaves of tyranny;\\nl o realize the aspirations high,\\nOf all condemned as humble serfs to die;\\nThrow wide the portals of the Spanish keep,\\nAnd raze the bastile s reck foundation deep;\\nUnearth th r Inquisition s torturing tools,", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "The Seige of Santiago. 39\\nThe old time fiendish sport of priestly fools;\\nForgetting not the tales of history,\\nWhich shroud the tyrant s path in mystery\\nOr learn too late, the arbitrary hand,\\nStretched forth to grasp a conquered land,\\nHas never failed to give a specious plea,\\nTo make the weaker nation bend the knee.\\nNor, at this hour, did victory fail to bring,,\\nWith all its glory, pride s envemoned sting,\\nIn scrambles for promotion and renown,\\nWhile false detraction scales the service dawn,\\nAnd lifts incompetence to field command.\\nTo lead our heroes through a stricken land;\\nTill loyal armies under favoritism,\\nApproach so near a fatal cataclysm,\\nThat human life, on foul contagion s waves,\\nBecomes the floating bagatelle of knaves.\\nAnd now on far off Fillipino s Isles,\\nAssembled warriors from their native wilds,\\nHave poured their thousands forth, in freedom s cause,\\nTo curse the rule of Spanish creed and laws.\\nBy harvest of success in battle sown,\\nThey hoped to make their native land their own,\\nTo quench in blood the rage for human spoil,\\nAnd drive the Spaniard from their native soil.\\nFamous among them, Aguinaldo leads\\nI heir countless numbers on to mighty deeds.\\nFar as the eye can range the gathering hosts,\\nWith plumes and banners line a hostile coast\\nA savage horde that lifts its prayerful cry,\\nTo live as freemen, or as slaves to die!\\nAnd if by force that love of country gave;\\nThree million armed, a noble cause to save,\\nWere found invincible to royal power,\\nThen Heaven asks in Liberty s darkest hour.\\nWhy, thrice three million Dewey s thunder woke,\\nMay not cast off the hated Spanish yoke?", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "4 o ARMAGEDDON\\nCANTO VL\\nTHE RESCUE.\\nWhen Dewey, by his triumph, opened wide\\nThe flood gates of that pent up human tide,\\nBrave warriors rushed from every glen and hill\\nAnd smote the Spaniard with united will.\\nSurrounded, broken, fleeing and dismayed,\\nHundreds were slain before the strife was stayed.\\nSpain s stronghold taken; as the only course,\\nThousands surrendered to superior force.\\nHer gallant lover eager for the fray.\\nTo rescue Per-am-pu-a led the way.\\nArmed with the captured guns laid at their feet,\\nThe Fillipinos, at their war drum s beat,\\nMarch on the abbey, long a bigot s shield,\\nAnd every stone is leveled with the held.\\nBut loath to yield to liberty its due,\\nThe Bishop, fearful of his ward s rescue,\\nSpirited the girl away and westward hies,\\nAs last resource, he to fair Islam flies,\\nAnd seeks a hiding in the bowers deep,\\nAmong Angloria s mountain jungles steep\\nTo Ka-ra-ja-an, the Sultan, known by name,\\nOf cruel purpose and ignoble aim.\\nLoved by the princess, by the Spaniard scorned.\\nOur hero sought the Sultan to revoke\\nInjustice done, and have offenders warned,\\nNot to oppose when love so plainly spoke.\\nHe, tactful and assiduous to aid.\\nWhen crafty purpose had no stake to win,\\nEspoused the cause and speedily forbade,\\nThat interference, which by .Moslem creed was sin.\\nHie Sultan pressed the youth s superior claims,\\nAnd sought to know why faith was not maintained,\\nDeclared he held the highest, noblest aim\\nTo have the youth the ruling prince proclaimed.\\nBut once within his Mosque, the Sultan saw\\nThe ravishing beauty of this peerless queen,\\nA wish arose to breach Mohammed s law\\nAnd grasp the nearl his lustful eyes had seen.\\nBut crafty in his purpose and his scheme.\\nDissembled virtue suits his purpose best;\\nNote. Ka-ra-ja-an in Malay tongue means royalty imperialism.", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "The Rescue. 41\\nFor surface currents, though the things that seem,\\nThe underflow is much the better test\\nIn stage display a goodly sum in gold,\\nTo give relief against the guardian s wrongs,\\nWas paid to loose the tyrant Bishop s hold\\nYet, for release the maiden grieves and longs.\\nArrayed in shining garb the Sultan calls\\nHis slaves to throng within his gilded halls.\\nThe princess, weeping, comes with down cast look,\\nBy him compelled to kiss the Koran book.\\nAs feasts the serpent on the fluttering dove,\\nSo artl this beauty, lavished on one dumb\\nTo all the finer sense of holy love\\nWas, by the Sultan s edict to become\\nQueen of the harem, this impending hour;\\nA princess, to await the signal bell\\nThat calls a slave, base mendicant of power,\\nTo yield the love that heart would fain repel.\\nWithin her bosom swells a fierce revolt,\\nAs when in statecraft, homage we compel,\\nAnd e en unwelcome good is forced to halt,\\nWhene er the people in their pride rebel;\\nSo Per-am-pu-a, like all human kind,\\nSuch enforced blessings would reject in ire,\\nAnd learned to hate the freedom that would bind,\\nAnd changed a heart of love to heart of fire.\\nA monster comes to curse thy fallen race,\\nAnd hated love compels a fond embrace\\nMust thou confess, beneath the master s rod,\\nThat gold has bought thy freedom and thy God?\\nNay! not without a struggle shalt thou fall,\\nOr heaven fail to hear thy virtuous call!\\nAvengers rise within thy foster land,\\nTo aid thy lover, stay oppressions hand!\\nShe finds a tongue to answer back with zeal,\\nThe cold disdain a wounded soul can feel,\\nI, a Hamba tuan thou canst not know,\\nThy tyrant course has made me but thy foe.\\nFalse to thy people! false in every deed!\\nNote: -Hamba tuan, in M lay tongue, the equivalent of master s slave.", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "42 ARMAOtDDON.\\nBeneficent Assimilation, though thy creed!\\nShould all thy treasures heaped reach to the sun,\\nThou couldst not win this heart another won.\\nI scorn thy love! Compelled to mate with thee!\\nI d make my tomb within the boundless sea.\\nLike Sextus Tarquin, son of Tarquin proud,\\nOr Apius Claudius, wouldst thou win a shroud?\\nTo be thy ally once I did incline,\\nBut never! never! shalt thou claim me thine.\\nTis but my freedom that I ask of thee,\\nThen let wide oceans part thee far from me.\\nThe Sultan broke in fierce impulsive rage,\\nThat ill comports with dignity of age:\\nCohorts of Islam! ere to-morrow s sun,\\nOut-Spanish all the Spaniard yet has done!\\nPursue with bloodhounds! Search each secret glen!\\nHunt every jungle! forest, morass, fen!\\nCapture this lovelorn, in the Luzon wilds!\\nE en though he hide in mountain rock defiles!\\nHeed not this tropic heat or deadly plague,\\nBut, Kill! Kill! Kill! This choleric blood assuage.\\nWhat! though my soldiers volunteered to fight,\\nTo uplift freedom and defend the right!\\nWhat! though ten thousand gallant youths shall fall,\\nI ll seek my purpose though it ends them $11!\\nI played a part! I posed as friend to save!\\nThe mask has fallen Thou shalt be my slave!\\nA sound is heard the clanging strokes of steel,\\nThe Tagal comes! the Moslem columns reel!\\nA thousand warriors press the coming fray,\\nx\\\\nd to the palace cleave their blood y way*\\nEnter the Sultan s hall o er heaps of slain\\nBoldly confront him in his purpose vain,\\nAnd from temptations of that gilded dome.\\nThey bear the maiden to their mountain home.\\nIn proud defiance Aguinaldo stands\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Agamemnon of these motlev bands.\\nAnd voicing millions, with a grand refrain\\n1 he songs of freedom once again proclaim.\\nWhile shouts of independence greet the ear", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "To. by revolting deeds achieve a name\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd like the Demon beckoning: on to shame,\\nTempts fair Columbia, in imperial dress,\\nTo pose as Empire and the world possess.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 [Page 43].", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "The Rescue. 43\\nWith warnings an imperial throne might hear.\\nBut pride leads on from high to higher,\\nSelf immolated on its funeral pyre,\\nAs like the moth that nickers in the name,\\nTo, by revolting deeds achieve a name\\nAnd like the Demon beckoning on to shame,\\nTempts fair Columbia, in imperial dress,\\nTo pose as Empire and the world possess.\\nWhat wonder tribesmen rise in righteous wrath,\\nAs if a viper in their desert path\\nHad barred their way to this long hoped-for hour\\nTo teach, that might is right, by hateful power,\\nWhile chained to ages of repeated wrong,\\nThey crave the boon ,for which all patriots long\\nAnd chide the long delay of freedom won,\\nTo find their serfdom only just begun?\\nCANTO VII,\\nINVOCATION.\\nOh thou fair land! of every land the pride,\\nWhere weeds of wrong and flowers grow side by side,\\nWhere lust of faction and man s selfish greed,\\nOppress the masses in their time of need!\\nThou nation, that wouldst sit the world s umpire,\\nMust first be scourged with purifying fire,\\nAnd in the furnace of the gods thy dross\\nMust be burned out and pride must suffer loss!\\nImperial purple will be worn by wealth,\\nWith all its craft of cowardice and wrong,\\nUntil thy people learn to conquer self\\nAnd join in Freedom s universal song.\\nInvoke again the solemn shades,\\nOf men like Washington;\\nDraw from the sheaths their rusty blades,\\nTill other fields are won!\\nLift once again the soldier s pall,\\nWhere ghostly banners wave,", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "44 ARMAGEDDON.\\nAnd rally to the bugle call,\\nThe stately and the brave!\\nCome, night alarm, the sentry s gun;\\nThe long roll or tattoo,\\nThe onset fierce, the melee on,\\nThe red coats and the blue;\\nThe quick command, the fife and drum,\\nThe shifting column s tread;\\nThe marshalled hosts, the battle s hum,\\nThe watchfires of the dead.\\nThe volley s crash the gathering fight\\nBlends one continuous roar;\\nThere cannon, of those men of might.\\nStill echo on the shore\\nWhile Tagalo warriors, in a noble cause,\\nLong struggled for their native land and laws\\nWith stalwart arms, still bravely held the rein,\\nThat curbed the cruel power of haughty Spain,\\nA mighty nation s patriotic fires\\nWere kindled on the altars of our sires;\\nThe human race in solemn prayer was bowed,\\nAnd nations heard our purpose thus avowed;\\nDeliverance to the weak, against the strong,\\nWith purest motives to relieve all wrong.\\nAlas! beneath the feverish breath of pride,\\nHow soon the fragrance of that hope has died\\nThat war, invoked to set the tribesmen free,\\nWould ever end, but in their slavery.\\nInvisible Empire rears a dazzling throne,\\nAnd counts the fruits of conquest all its own;\\nClothed in its Moloch garb of glittering steel,\\nA monarch stern, that has no power to feel,\\nWhile howling minions lift the throne on high,\\nAnd hoarsely voice their plaudits to the sky!\\nScarce died the shout, for signal victories gained,\\nWhen Manifest destiny is now proclaimed,\\nAnd war extends its mercenarv hand.\\nWith lustful greed to grasp colonial land!\\nTho se sires of old, so nobly, wisely reared\\nWhere deep foundations, age on age appeared,\\nI he grandest temple thai the light of sun", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "There came a voice with words that plainly spoke\\nIn jarring thunders that the silence broke!\\nThis holy twain as one. I now proclaim.\\nWhen nature .joins, let none but God disclaim! [Page 50],", "height": "4161", "width": "2506", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Invocation.\\n45.\\nOf civilization ever shone upon\\nPillars of truth that bore up human love,\\nUpon its dome the spirit of a dove;\\nAn architecture that portrayed its worth,\\nThe best designs and models of the earth;\\nAnd on its panels blazed, in burnished light,\\nThe altruistic creed of human right.\\nAmong the lofty maxims that were spread,\\nAbove its marble column s stately head,\\nThe glowing .truth, Just governments derive\\nFrom free consent, their right to long survive.\\nBut not by England were these truths received.\\nWho now inordinate in her pride, conceived,\\nThat s he must missionary all the world,\\nTill Union Jack be everywhere unfurled.\\nWhen Spanish glory s fading twilight ray,\\nGave glowing memories of departing day;\\nWhen Spain was old, and Albion first began\\nHer vast expansions wide colonial plan.\\nShe saw the ruin Spanish greed had wrought,\\nBut heeded not the lesson it had taught.\\nNor sought an empire s peaceful path to find;\\nAnd though, through battle fields that scourged mankind,\\nThere came the hearse and funeral dirge behind,\\nThe nation s anthem rose above the hour\\nGod save the Queen and her imperial power.\\nStill ever onward in her blazoned course\\nThe loud war trumpet, blare and hoarse.\\nSounded the triumph of the law of force,\\nTo exploit all the treasures of the earth;\\nTo strangle independence at its birth;\\nControl with iron hand her wide domains,\\nExtend her commerce and enhance her gains;\\nTill now she boasts the sun ne er sinks to rest,\\nBeyond her empires farthest mountain crest;\\nAnd Rule Brittania, rule the wave in song,\\nHas drowned unheeded piteous notes of wrong.\\nThus led by glamour of the world s applause,\\nThe statesmen of our time desert their cause;\\nAnd marshalled on the side of power enthroned.\\nThe foulest crimes of earth are oft condoned.\\nTill servile hosts meet on the field of strife,", "height": "4192", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "46 ARMAGEDDON.\\nWhere Death in armor gloats o er human life,\\nAnd past, the present and the future trend\\nForecasts that England s ruthless course must end.\\nThe Sepoy raid, the peril of Lucknow,\\nThe cruel Turk, the problem of Samoa,\\nThe Grecian war, the unhappy fate of Crete,\\nThe Armenian crouching at the Moslem s feet,\\nThe Siberian railway and the Russian czar,\\nThe Franco -German constant threat of war,\\nThe storm clouds of Fashoda that beguile\\nThe French and English on the upper Nile,\\nThe Transvaal war, the Brinish forced to fly,\\nThe Boer resolved to conquer or to die;\\nThe Chinese problem and a hundred more\\nCommercial questions of the open door,\\nUnsolved, unsettled, rise a grim menace\\nIhat all the warlike nations, face to face,\\nWith formidable array of hostile power,\\nShall drench in blood the century s closing hour!\\nBut if to gentle ways the nations yield,\\nNor seek by martial hosts to force the field;\\nBut with respect for all conflicting creeds,\\nShall win their way by truly Christian deeds;\\nBy kindness lift the world to nobler aims,\\nTo realize their fondest hopes and dreams,\\nAs Dutch in Java, or the Celebes,\\nOr Quaker Penn, restrained rude tribes with ease\\nAngels of mercy, leading, might have shown\\nThe path of peace to an imperial throne.\\nBut vain the hope that such a boon were given\\nToother than the radiant sons of Heaven!\\nCan we who wept o er wrongs, so soon forget\\nOur unkept pledges, without keen regret?\\nPay twenty millions for the task undone.\\nTo wage the fight by cruel Spain begun?\\nIn wholesale slaughter and the power to kill,\\nFind civilization s highest feat of skill?\\nAnd heeding not, in this all conquering lust,\\nThrice armed is he, who has his quarrel just,\\nLike sweetest honey, turned to bitterest gall,\\nSeek martial glory in a comrade s fall?\\nAnd basely treacherous, fatal arrows send,", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Invocation. 47\\nTo pierce the hearts we sought but to defend?\\nStrew on our country s grave the faded flowers,\\nAnd withered hope of freedom s gilded hours?\\nNay! Let no shadow of a tyrant s frown,\\nDarken the gems that deck the hero s crown;\\nWhile he awaits the royal hand that brings\\nThe crown, the scepter and the rule of kings.\\nWhat! Though the world lies crushed beneath his feet,\\nThe victory thus achieved is but defeat!\\nAs doubtful good, opposed to heaven s will,\\nIs clouded sunlight, and but darkness still!\\nIn tropic seas where sunlight falls,\\nSo softly on Manila s walls;\\nThere truly mirrored in the deep,\\nThose dreamy isles, so tranquil sleep,\\nThey seem to float in azure blue,\\nWreathed in their floweret s varied hue;\\nSuch isles, where kindly nature yields,\\nThe treasured wealth of fertile fields,\\nAnd Heaven upon mankind bestows\\nIts blessings till it overflows;\\nI hear a voice in prayerful call:\\nOh! Make these waters free to all!\\nAnd standing guard see native hosts,\\nWarn the invader from their coasts\\nAnd there behind a line of steel.\\nAt order given, our soldiers kneel,\\nAnd trace a dead line on the sand,\\nTo shoot who pass, by stern command;\\nSee rank on rank, with tongues of flame,\\nHurl volleyed murder, crime and shame,\\nWhile reckless soldiers raid the towns,\\nLooting the suburbs on their rounds;\\nSee natives terrorized in flight,\\nThere massacred that gruesome night,\\nWhile guests returning from the play,\\nAre met and slaughtered on their way;\\nTill fierceness sparing sex nor age,\\nRewrites Ovando s bloody page!\\nTwas then our allies braver sons,\\nWere stained with blood before our guns!", "height": "4192", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "48 ARMAGEDDON.\\nThat tlood that calls to Heaven above,\\nOh God! Is this the Christian s love?\\nIf this, the love that flows from Thee\\nSo foul, what must the fountain be?\\nAlas! The memory of these scenes\\nEnacted on the Philippines,\\nWill be a blot upon the page,\\nOf history from age to age\\nWhen warlike spirit s crimson tide\\nHas ebbed, while dreams of glory died,\\nTo shun the onsets wild alarms,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Hope gives relief from feats of arms;\\nIn visions seeks, when pride has fled,\\nTo reach blue waters far ahead.\\nLo there! behind and close in view,\\nBehold the Malay swimmer too!\\nWith gleaming knife clenched in his teeth.\\nHe rises on the wave beneath\\nAnd poising like a serpent nigh.,\\nGlares fiercely with malignant eye;\\nEmbittered hatred writer) there,\\nWith vengeance in that haughty stare;\\nThat charms the while, as gleaming bright,\\nWithin its halo s baleful light,\\nWe read the words: There s no escape\\nFrom stab behind in Malay hate;\\nNor iron handed rule can stay\\nHis bloody bolo s deadly sway,\\nWhile he who wields its cruel blade\\nStill lurks beneath the bo-tree s shade!\\nCANTO VIIL\\nTHE CELESTIAL UNION.\\nIn purpose wicked and with glance malign,\\nThe sultan sought revenge with fell design.\\nCalled Arrogance, relentless in its path,", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "The Celestial Union. 49\\nTo scourge the rebel that had scaped his wrath\\nSummoned his henchmen, waved kind Mercy back,\\nAnd bound the cause of Freedom to the rack!\\nThen Liberty was stabbed with gleaming knife,\\nOn the dear threshhold of its hoped for life!\\nBroken, dismayed, insurgent hosts retire.\\nBefore the Moslem s deadly shafts of fire!\\nThey strive! they fall! yet still refuse to yield,\\nBathed in their blood on many a well fought field!\\nStill struggling fail to see their cause undone,\\nBut desperate fight, nor heed the foe has won.\\nKa-ra-ja-an impotent as his boasts,\\nCompels his slaves to follow vanished hosts;\\nFor sore perplexed, they know not how or where,\\nTo hunt the Tagal from his secret lair,\\nHidden behind embowered rock and fen.\\nTracked by their blood to every secret glen,\\nNot in the red stained snow of Valley Forge,\\nBut through swamp ooze or harrow mountain gorge;\\nIn tropic clime of seasons wet and dry,\\nWhere Sirius rages with malignant eye;\\nPursued and murdered by relentless hordes\\nSuch the Christ followers, that this earth affords\\nThese model Christians, the conceit so runs,\\nNow shoot salvation into men with guns!\\nEnsanguined death the only thing in need,\\nTo pile the earth for sacrifice to greed!\\nWhen flood has ceased and torrid heat begun,\\nThe mangled bodies rot in burning sun,\\nTill all the air is poisoned with the stench,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Of those who desperate die within the trench,\\nAnd Abel s blood is heard in Heaven alone,\\nIn last appeal to Islam s heart of stone!\\nKind Heaven, stir up the hearts of men anew\\nAnd grant the justice that is Mercy s due!\\nAmericanos! rise as once of old,\\nWhen tales of monkish cruelty were told,\\nYe rose in wrath in all your vengeful might,\\nTo hurl the hated Spaniard from your sight.\\nOh! turn this vicious, murderous plot aside!\\nDrag from his dome the Sultan in his pride!", "height": "4192", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "5o\\nARMAGEDDON.\\nTear from his breast the regal star of poweeL\\nAnd be this lust but vision of the hour!\\nPersistent crime and long appealing wrong,\\nHad wearied patience of Angloria long,\\nWhen manhood rose and with puissant might,\\nCast down the Sultan and upheld the right.\\nIt was a glorious jubilee jubilee!\\nA welcome herald to the free the free!\\nWhen marriage bells were ringing far and wide,\\nPer-am-pu-a stood by La-ki-la-ki s* side.\\nIn rofoes of white, resplendent in their sheen;\\nWith glow of happiness, before unseen,\\nAnd joining hands on Luzon s upland plain,\\nImplore the marriage from the gods that reign.\\nNo earthly one could such a pair unite,\\nBut One alone, ineffably so bright!\\nBehind the gorgeous curtain of the skies!\\nWhoever sees that dazzling face he dies!\\nFor none its splendor can endure and live\\n(More than the brightness of the sun can give\\nImmunity to those who look upon its disk,\\nFrom transient blindness) this the greater risk;\\nFor one glance of His Radiant Light Eternal,\\nIs as edged lightning, with its torch supernal!\\nThrough rifted clouds, of heaven s burnished scroll,\\nBeyond whose billows ceaseless thunders roll!\\nThrough opening scenes to farthest distant view,\\nWhere starry lamps are hung in azure blue!\\nThrough that clear vista where the lightnings plav,\\nFortli from the dazzling glow of that bright day,\\nThere came a voice with words that plainly spoke\\nIn jarring thunders that the silence broke!\\nThis holy twain as one, I now proclaim,\\nWhen nature joins, let none but God disclaim!\\nAnd thus restored, Love s romance to renew,\\nA light celestial fades them from our view.\\nTHE EMPIRE AND THE CROWN SONG,\\nFrom all embracing heavens, I hear a glad refrain,\\nNote: La-ki-la-ki in Malay tongue means manhood\u00e2\u0080\u0094 heroism.", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "The Empire and the Crown. \u00e2\u0080\u0094song. 51\\n*Of Seraph s voicing freedom to isles beyond the main;\\nWhile nations join the anthem and swell the chorus wide,\\nTe Deum! Hail the hero, who chose so fair a bride!\\nOh! When this war is over, although the field be won,\\nAnd we found an island empire beneath the tropic sun,\\nWhere rage bubonic fevers, that like a furnace breath,\\nDries up the springs of manhood and blasts its hope in\\ndeath\\n.More deadly than the mauser, from hidden ambuscades,\\nOr deeds of reckless venture in the Tagal s daring raids.\\nThere will be weeping households and many a mourning\\nhome,\\nParents that grieve in silence, for the absent ones that roam;\\nThrough the palmy isles of sunland, to seek a phantom\\nthrone!\\nFrom the labyrinth of forest, they will hear the wounded\\nmoan,\\nAnd looking to see whence cometh the soldiers dying\\ngroan,\\nWill find him in the jungle, stark, silent, and alone!\\nThough we boast of human slaughter, when tribesman s\\nblood is shed,\\nYet scores of American boys, too, in a foreign land lie dead!\\nOh! is there glory, in such Inhumanity to man,\\nFor a worldly dominion in a corner we can span?\\nAnd when ye have gained these trophies, and branded on\\nyour brow,\\nIs the crimson word Conqueror to which the world shall\\nbow,\\nAre ye any nearer Heaven? are ye any nearer Christ?\\nAh! Who shall say the bauble is not too highly priced?\\nWhen we forsook the fathers and the policy of old,\\nAnd gain imperial purple, for liberty that s sold.\\nWhen we take our little prattlers upon parental knee,\\nAnd tell traditioned stories, of Washington and Lee\\nHow the bloody snows of Valley Forge and Yorktown s\\nvictory,\\nWere all because Americans determined to be free.\\nWill we not all look shamed faced and simper like a clown,\\nWhen we hand down from the top shelf, an Empire and a\\nCrown", "height": "4192", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "52 ARMAGEDDON.\\nTHE AMERICAN FLAG, SONG,\\nThey say of our glorious flag that we must not haul ife\\ndown,\\nThough openings in its folds disclose a kingly crown;\\nThat the flag itself is sacred, though it shields a dastard\\ncrime,\\nLike the refuge of an outrage beneath a convent s shrine;\\nBut even this holy thing, raised to the loyal view,\\nIs not a pirate s mascot to shield his brutal crew\\nNor Our Country right or wrong a motto always true\\nWhen others are denied the justice that is due.\\nTis not the flag we worship, but what it emblems more,\\nTo the holy cause of freedom of the patriot days of yore.\\nThen let no hero worship e er bend the pliant knee\\nTo spread imperial purple in lands beyond the sea;\\nFor, to uphold the right, where er our banners wave.\\nIs the only crown of glory, for the noble and the brave!\\nThere s a tale of a daring skipper in the legends of the wave,.\\nWho chases the freebooter where the winds and waters rave-\\nTill when the day is dying, comes darknes with its pall,\\nThe buccaneer has vanished, vague mystery shrouding all,\\nUntil the morning sun nymph trips where the good ship\\nrides,\\nAnd the dancing ripples, like diamonds, are beating the ves-\\nsel s sides\\nWhen behold the brigand flaunts, from the highest top-\\nmast s head,\\nIn place of the skull and cross bones, the .stripes of white\\nand red.\\nAnd the glorious golden stars, on a field of azure blue,\\nGiving the outlaw craft an appearance something new;\\nBut the mariner reads on the wave crested line.\\nThe story of guilt, of murder and crime.\\nAnd the roar of his guns, is the answering hail.\\nWhere the tocsin of death is riding the gale\\nThe roar of his guns and the boom of the wave.\\nAnd the turn of his prow, that the old skipper gave,\\nBrought the sea vulture there, like a swift darting gull,\\nA crash through the sides of his dark rotten hull,\\nAnd down, in dark water, without prayer, without knell", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "|j\\nCD\\nCD\\n\u00c2\u00a3f\\nt\\nO\\nh-t\\nC\\n[3t\\np-\\nJm\\nCD\\nE7\\n6_|\\nO\\nr*-\\nCD\\n3*\\nP\\nO\\n3\\nCD\\nS3\\n5\\nCfQ\\nD\\nen?\\nP\\ny\\nO\\n3t\\no\\nP\\n*w\\nCD\\n3\\nCD\\n3\\nCD\\nd\\nCD\\nO\\n3\\nD.\\nO\\ncd\\nM\\n5\\nd\\n~i\\na\\np\\ntrt-\\nrT\\nCD\\no\\nE-\\n3\\ny.\\no\\njo\\ncc\\ni\\nH.\\nu:\\no:\\nCD\\nt-j\\ny-\\nO\\n71\\nX\\n3\\nO\\no\\n3\\nt^\\nTt-\\nCD\\nCD\\nT+\\n\u00c2\u00bbJ\\nO\\n3\\nCD\\n1\\n1\\n1 1\\n*Z\\nP\\ncrc;\\nCD\\ncn\\n\u00c2\u00abc", "height": "4192", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "The American Flag.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 song. 53\\nSinks the bold sea marauder, with cursings to hell!\\nThus the moral is told that the American flag\\nWhen it masks a foul purpose, is nothing but rag\\nCANTO IX,\\nTHE BATTLE OF HEAVEN.\\nWhen great conflict of principle expends\\nIts valiant force to win by martial ends,\\nWhere few that fight know what they battle for\\nVictorious peace outstrips the hounds of war.\\nPeace hath its valiant heroes, stern and true,\\nWho, ever bear the ensign of virtue,\\nAnd charge on wrong entrenched as vested riglit\\nTo plant truth s standard on its crowning height.\\nOur Congress has its working bees who strive\\nTo sting the robbers from the nation s hive.\\nO erwhelmed by cdds, unable to sustain\\nA losing fight, where reason calls in vain,\\nThey seemed to yield, impelled by misled hosts,\\nTo join the Waldorf Bacchanalian toasts.\\nIn lands impoverished by the greed for gold,\\nMillions of industrial slaves are sold.\\nColossal fortunes rise, from theft alone,\\nAnd he who asks for bread is given a stone.\\nA few reach pampered wealth and luxury rare,\\nWhile millions dwell in poverty and care.\\nVengeance is mine the Lord hath truly said.\\nInjustice slumbers on a restless bed.\\nUneasy rests the head that wears the crown\\nWhile long oppression dares the people s frown.\\nTo guard our nation s life there needs must be\\nA few of balanced minds who rightly see\\nThese wrongs upon the equipoise of fate.\\nAs we when children learned how to instate\\nA regulator at the teeter prop,\\nWhose office is to tread upon the drop,\\nAnd with his shifting weight an influence throw-\\nTurn down the ups and elevate the low;", "height": "4161", "width": "2662", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "54 ARMAGEDDON.\\nFor only just men of impartial mind\\nCan be the equal judges of mankind.\\nWhen avarice has all our wealth amassed\\nW hen human greed has all around outclassed,\\nAnd can ascend no further toward the skies\\nThe game must stop unless the lowly rise.\\nHowever optimistic hopes proclaim\\nThe power of Dives now upon the wane,\\nStill toil oppressed the laborer strives in vain,\\nTo burst the fetters that his fate enchain,\\nWhile Mammon reaps the harvest Toil has sown\\nAnd in the garner claims it all his own.\\nBehold! all ruling Providence, the cause\\nHas joined, to make the tyrant bigot pause!\\nGod s purpose, to appease man s selfish ends,\\nHis bounteous crops to our great nation sends.\\nUnto America s prolific soil,\\nHe sends the rain, to leaven rustic toil.\\nThe gentle zephyrs and the warm sunshine\\nDeepened fruition in the season s time,\\nAnd from propitious earth a giant sprung,\\nClothed in the Georgic wealth that Virgil sung,\\nBearing the rich commodities of human need,\\nTill horns of plenty human wants exceed\\nOf meat, of corn and cotton still the king,\\nAnd richest fruit the favored seasons bring,\\nAnd at the feet of Luxury casts his load.\\nThat transportation s wheels bore on its road,\\nTo every clime where from the world amain,\\nReturning riches poured a flood of gain.\\nFrom chaos depths a mountain Croesus rose\\nWhose glowing cliffs a mint of wealth disclose\\nJewels more rich than known before of earth,\\nDazzling the brow of an auriferous birth.\\nFamine and war in far off eastern land\\nSharpened the tooth of hunger and demand,\\nAnd from the Eastern world a flood of gold\\nPiled high Kubera s genii hoards untold,\\nTill confidence on speculation rife\\nEmbarked on bubbles of ephemeral life\\nAnd boasting sophists said See what we ve donet\\nLo! brighter dawns the world s propitious sun", "height": "4151", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "The Battle cp Heaven.\\nTo usher genial summer as our guest!\\nComes now prosperity at our behest\\n-For us alone a smiling- Nature bends!\\nThe angels bow and favor condescends\\nThe dews of Heaven and the gentle rain,\\nTill welcome earth responds with fields of grain!\\n-As little rivulets roll down to the sea,\\nProductive wealth, now called Prosperity,\\nFlows onward to the stores of millionaires\\nWhere idlers feast while labor poorly fares,\\nTill avarice consumes the golden grain\\nAnd offers husks to him who bore the pain.\\nTheir gilded palace stands on shifting sands\\nA credit vision reared by fairy hands\\nA pyramid invert on apex shown\\nThe world s vast business based on gold alone I\\nAn adverse breath may topple to the ground\\nAnd stately ruins strew the plain around.\\nProsperity that stands on Britain s boast\\nA South Sea Bu bble on the Afric coast!\\nThe wily Boer the way oi England blocks\\nAnd headlong slumps DeBeer s rich mining stocks!\\nWall Street and Lombard hear the coming storm\\nOf wide spread panic howling its alarm\\nAn augury of a dawning fateful year,\\n1 o thrill Belshazzar s heart with palsied fear,\\nFor as all structures built by human hand\\nMust be of good material to stand,\\nSo, as the sequel to abuse of power,\\nJust reckoning comes at the eleventh hour;\\nAs when in Rome .Praetorian guards arise\\nTo drive from power the Nero they despise.\\nFor future ages now the die is cast\\nAnd triumph comes to the oppressed at last,\\nWhen laws are passed and declarations made,\\nThat freemen as the kings must be obeyed\\nF^qual taxation, currency reformed,\\nAnd trust monopolies to law conformed,\\nTo bear their share of government expense\\nIn peace and war and national defense\\nL *f c.", "height": "4161", "width": "2662", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "56 Armageddon.\\nA solid phalanx armed with read)- lance\\nBecome the couriers of the world s advance-\\nColumbia free from civil strife at length,\\nNow rises like a giant in her strength!\\nIn ages past, the implements of war\\nWere quite imperfect, not as now they are;\\nBut at the time, and since the fall of Spain,\\nMethods of killing- had advanced amain:\\nAmerica increased her fleet tenfold;\\nElectric arts their magic powers unfold,\\nIllume the world and give to us a name\\nThat throws a shadow over Europe s fame;\\nOur merchant vessels plow the distant sea-:\\nAnd flaunt their pennants to the foreign breeze;\\nImproved war ships are built and clad in steel\\nBoldly equipped with all the world to deal.\\nIn size leviathan, in structure speed.\\nWith high explosives stored for time of need.\\nNo nation on the waves could well compete\\nWith Yankee tact in managing a Meet.\\nThe powers all great armaments maintain\\nEach rivaling the other on the main.\\nStrange flying- engines art constructs with care\\nDesigned to navigate the world of air.\\nEach loaded with a hundred men to fly\\nAnd drop down high explosives from the sky.\\nWondrous inventions genius doth devis\\nGaining God s secrets to become as wis\\nEach corporation\u00e2\u0080\u0094 competition s child-\\nThen joins the Trust by lustful gain defiled.\\nthe trust m turn, insatiate in greed\\nThe power of State shall bend to human need\\nlill manufacture and production now\\nMankind with life and comfort doth endow\\nAnd thus, by proper distribution made\\nNone need by slavish labor be dismayed\\n\u00c2\u00a3or with facilities, to wealth obtain,\\nKelax the miser s cravings to retain\\n^o that the hoarding- passion worse than want\\nBvtW^T 16 pHnCely Slave neerl haunt\\nBy this, abate all passion and desire", "height": "4151", "width": "2515", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "The Battle of Heaven. 57\\nFor wealth kindling instead a Christian fire\\nAnd a good feeling, that: All mine is thine;\\nInstead of that false creed: All thine is mine.\\nWithin wise limits and with rational bounds\\nEach owns his own and all compete in skill\\nWith all the social world, and each to fill\\nThe highest niche that excellence may find\\nIn ail the useful arts and tests of mind:\\nMechanical, laborious, or the charm\\nOf poetry, music, or authorship,\\nIn kindness to avoid a neighbor s harm,\\nBut with an emulation to outstrip\\nHim whom he envies not, but wishes well,\\nWho brings achievement to the world to sell.\\nNot ultra social with too much of law\\nAnd captious regulations for each flaw,\\nNor Nihilistic, with no law at all,\\nWhere in the case of need, there s none to call.\\nBut by a happy medium twixt extremes\\nTo choose the guide of reason, not of dreams.\\nWith social competition harmonized\\nA marriage of the systems realized\\nThe individual and the socialism\\nTogether welded fast and made one schism\\nThis in America but not the East.\\nThe Orient still kept its serfs to feast\\nThe kings and princes at their lordships will\\nHeld some were born to rule and some to till,\\nBut some advance is made in liberal thought\\nAmong the best of Anglo Saxon stock.\\nSo things stood balanced save where influence bought\\nBy some shrewd multi-millionaire Shylock\\nHad turned the scale in favor of the things\\nSustaining monarchy and the rule of kings.\\nRelations diplomatic felt the strain,\\nW T hen freemen seized the governmental rein.\\nEmpires confront each other to defy,\\nLike the black clouds that loom upon the sky\\nRank upon rank, massed battles grand array\\nAn ominous gathering on that fateful day.\\nThere came a flash, a heavy rumbling sound!", "height": "4161", "width": "2662", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "5*\\nArmageddon.\\nAll nature trembled! thunder shook the ground!\\nThe signal for the great conflict of life,\\nOf all the people of the world oppressed!\\nOf all the nations joined in deadly strife\\nTo maintain all the hopes that earth possessed I\\nNavies at sea and armies on the land!\\nTen thousand bursting shells and blazing guns\\nInvoked once more in this great final stand!\\nExploding bombs that weigh an hundred tons,\\nFiercer than all the rage of Pompeii\\nDevoured by fire descending from on high!\\nHuge hectaconubs of murdered men that rise,\\nColossal in their bulk to greet the skies,\\nAnd breed vile pestilence that ever goes\\nBehind the wake of armies and their woes!\\nThe dreadful struggle risen to its height\\nTranscendent vistas burst upon the sight\\nA door is opened in the Heavens wide!\\nThe phalanx of the blest press side by side!\\nThe prince of Scanda,* with advancing plume,\\nTrumpets the coming of the despot s doom!\\nA light from Heaven, descending like a dove,\\nHaloed his brow with universal love!\\nBeneath the azure vaults of Heaven s dome\\nHe kneeled to pray before the great white throne.\\nFather which art in Heaven s fane,\\nAll hallowed be thy glorious name.\\nAs now in Heaven thy will be done,\\nUpon the earth Thy Kingdom come.\\nTeach wealth and pride that it is true\\nNone can serve God and Mammon too.\\nLet all mankind to truth be led,\\nThat each may earn his daily bread.\\nForgive their weakness when debtor\\nAs they forgive when creditor.\\nInto temptation lead them not.\\nRescued from evil be their lot.\\nBe his the glory and the crown\\nWho casts the power of tyrants down.\\nNote: Scanda, in Oriental mythology, leader of the armies of Heaven.", "height": "4151", "width": "2515", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "The Battle of Heaven.\\nBehold, Jehovah cometh in a cloud!\\nA light like jasper on. his vestments shone!\\nThe voice of angels rose o er tempests loud\\nAnd lightning flashed around a snow white throne!\\nAnd there, advancing on the great white steed,\\nNarada,* champion of the earth s great need,\\nWith myriads led that gleam in armor bright,\\nConquering and to conquer in their might.\\nLegions on legions, clothed in spotless white,\\nMarch in the fullest blaze of Heaven s light\\nForward! the order, and the trumpet s blare\\nRings with the sound of triumph on the air,\\nAnd music s swelling chant, Thy will be done,\\nPresages that the hour of God has come.\\nThen seven angels pour upon the earth\\nAvenging vials of the Almighty s wrath!\\nHis thunders, lightnings, and an earthquake s birth\\nMake for the Man on horseback a wide path,.\\nUpon the field of Armageddon s hosts,\\nAnd drive the power of princes, with their boasts,\\nBack to the open sea, now red with blood,\\nAnd overwhelm them in its giant flood!\\nIn that grand sphere where God and angels sit\\nBy record known on earth as Holy Writ,\\nAmid the sound of many waters that outpour,\\nThat blend with a great tempest s awful roar,\\nForth the strong langel comes from Heaven s fold\\nAnd on the Prince of Tyrants lays his hold,\\nTo bind the fiend and bear him far away,\\nCommitted for a thousand years to stay\\nIn that pit, gloomy, bottomless and weird,\\nHis evil ways no longer to be feared,\\nUntil his term expired, he loosened speeds\\nTo roam again on earth for wicked deeds\\nDeceiving all the nations of the earth;\\nTo Gog and Magog giving monstrous birth.\\nIf this be true, why was Christ crucified?\\nIs God a God thus to be defied\\nNote: Narada, in Oriental mythology, a sage and messenger between Gods:\\nand men.\\ni\\nt", "height": "4161", "width": "2662", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "6o ARMAGEDDON.\\nAnd Satan still allowed unchained to go,\\nTo flay mankind in never ending- woe?\\nThe attribute of God the power to rule\\nDoth make that Devil but a servile tool.\\nWhen once that demon is in dungeon cast,\\nIf thou be God then hold him to the last!\\nWhy longer grant that evil one to live?\\nIs he the mercy that the Lord would give?\\nOh! vain belief that war must once again\\nThe slaughter of the lambs on earth begin!\\nThat with new blood, the wine press of the Lord\\nMust feed the crimson rivers of discord!\\nIt must not be! The angel that rebelled,\\nIf Mercy rules, forever must be held;\\nThen when celestial domes rise on the sight\\nOf that millenium and its promised rest,\\nAmid the palms and fountains of delight,\\nTwill be the sweet Nirvana of the blest.\\nAnd now tis done! The wreck of ages past\\nHas brought our earth so near to I leaven at last,\\nThat the thin veil, that hides the other shore,\\nMakes man approach the seraph more and more.\\nTill now no real space these worlds divide,\\nBut as two peaceful nations, side by side,\\nThey breathe the same perfume, hear the same strain\\nOf music from an angel choir s refrain.\\nAnd when a universal peace obtains.\\nAnd equal rights, just laws and noble aims,\\nthen, like the fabled swan with wearied wings,\\nEarth s sweetest sons will be the last she sines.\\nTHE END.", "height": "4146", "width": "2479", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4156", "width": "2553", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n015 940 893\\noverwhelmed by odds, unable to sustain\\nA losing right, where reason calls In vain.\\nThey seemed to yield, impelled by misled hosts,\\nTo join the Waldorf Bacchanalian toasts.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 [Page 53].", "height": "4126", "width": "2474", "jp2-path": "armageddon00maso_0084.jp2"}}