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From the Christian Register

MR Reed.—In a work of fiction lately published by Louis Bonaparte, there is an affecting picture of the horrors and cruelties of war, which is somewhat curious, considering its original; and it is likewise expressed in a manner strongly indicative of its being the language of actual occurrence and feeling. He is describing a field of battle ;—' A thousand voices addressed me in the most heart-rending manner, imploring assistance. One expired in asking for it; another in repulsing, through the convulsions of death, the proffered hand! Our own wounded could not be distinguished from those of the enemy. I thought myself on those infernal plains, where the guilty groan for ever, and have no resource, because they are watched over by no providence.' I know not what secret voice arose within me against war.—I have seen a father, a brother, and a son, even after the heat of battle, cut the throat of a defenceless old man; I have seen the brains of an infant beat out in its cradle; and a young girl dying under bloody embraces! I have seen men go like sheep to certain death, led on by the phantoms of honour and glory.—I have seen men considered as vile and brittle instruments which other men threw away, and broke to pieces without regret. And I have heard a minister of state say, that he had spent so many men in a campaign!"

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