Movements of the Nations.
By E. R. Seaman
The recent arrival of three steamers, from Europe, the Washington, America and Baltic, bring intelligence of some interest. The probability of war between Russia and Turkey is, daily, growing more certain. The long, continuous arbitration and anxious efforts of France and England to avert the war spirit, and create peace, seems, thus far to have proved entirely ineffectual. Discouragements seem to settle upon them, so much so that Austria has notified the Sultan of Turkey of its determination, to no longer act in concert with the four powers, advising him to accept the first note unmodified. The important point of interest is in regard to the movement of Russia. If Nicholas, its present Emperor, is the king of the North, of Dan. xi, 40, or the chief prince of Meshech and Tubal, [Eze. xxxviii, 2,] as many believe, the present time is ominous of a crisis, such as the world has never witnessed.—The entire discomfiture of Turkey, and all other places that may stand in the pale of his march are plainly predicted; and his final attempt to fight the Prince of princes. Dan. xi, 40—45; xii, 1—3, present a connected chain of events down to the resurrection, and final deliverance of all God's people. Will not the “time of trouble” commence in close proximity with the movement of the chief prince of Meshech and Tubal, or the king of the North, when with all his bands he shall come down like a whirlwind, and plant the tabernacle of his palace between the seas in the glorious holy mountain? The sealing time is fast closing up. The loud voice of the third angel is close upon us; and while perplexity and trouble are in the old world, many are vainly supposing that we, in these United States, shall escape. But the Lord, by the prophet Jeremiah, [Chap. xxv, 26,] says, that all the kingdoms of the earth shall drink, be moved, and be mad, and fall to rise no more. May God's people escape the things that are coming upon the earth, be covered with the covering of the truth, so that when a thousand shall fall at our side, and ten thousand at our right hand, we may be hid, and no plague come nigh our dwelling. Rochester, N. Y., Oct. 8th, 1853.