the Editor of the "Nowrt-Cutna Dany News'
[Sim—A vast section, blocks after blocks of a devastated city not one whole undamaged structure stands. Roofs torn, broken and scattered; broken windows through which cold rays of the winter's sun shine showing gulled interiors.
Walls halt gone or standing with great shell holes and gashes like awful wounds are grim sentinels of the destructiveness of war, Pile upon pile of debris every where, pieces of furniture, torn books, broken pictures, and yes, human bones ery out te sad awful news that shells, bombs, death, war have had a rendezvous here.
There stands the broken shells church trusting,—worshipping God "grant that thos hearts' trust in Thee not be broken!
School buildings shelled, destroyed, burned! How many youths have sought knowledge, a way of fe in thy halls? How many have found life's vision there? Oh, youth lose not your visions, Walt "after "wall tell of broken scattered homes where love and peace were want to abide, Now families separated, many loved ones left in the cold embrace of death. 'Can these gashed, gapping buildings rebuilt? Yes, brisk, wood and stone can be yethered' and built again. And ugly place in a wall can be covered with roses.
With a greater ache in the heart the question: comes, can the suffering people who once lived here, whose bodies and hearts have terrible, painful wounds, live on and love tite?
God, heal those wounds. Let not the poison of hate spread in them until death of soul and spirit comes, Grant that the spirits of the oppress sed not be crushed, but, may they from suffering lift hearts and heads in high resolve to make life worth while inspire of adversities, God, search our hearts as we think of the aygressor—can_ they be proud of the destruction wrought? Lot them not be proud, Help us to pray for merey upon them merey that will change pride, selfishness, cruelty into humility and love.
Lord, heal the wounds and sears of the oppressed with Thy mercy and Jove. Even let the healing spirit of Thine own prayer be the balm sick souls, that prayer, "Father, forgive"
Shanghai, Jan, 90,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.