Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-10-26

after the battle and got it not. They were
/ homesick and received no message from
their loved ones. They died in barns, in
bushes, in bitches, the buzzards Of the
summer heat tue only attendants on their
ObseQuies. No one but the infinite God,
who knows everything, knows the ten
thOusandth part Of the length aud breadth
and depth and height of anguish of north
/ ern and southern battle-felds. WHY did
these fathers leave their children and go
| to the front, and why did these young
men, postpOning the marriage day, start
out into the probabilities of never coming
back? For the country they died Lie
for life. Blood for blood. substitution.
But we need not go 80 far. What Is
! that monument in Greenwoodg IL is to
the doctors who sell in the Southern epi-
denies. Why 90? Were there not enough
! sick TO be attended in these Northern
| latitudes? Oh, yes; but the doctor puts
few medical books in his valise, and
! some walls Of medicine, and leaves his
| patients here in the hands Of other physi-
! clans, and takes the rail train. Before he
/ gets to the infected regions he passes
| crowded rail trains, regular and extra,
| taking the flying and atfrighted popula-
1 tiOn. He arrives In city over which
| great horror is broOding. He goes from
couch to couch, feeling of pulse and
4 studying symptoms and prescribing, day
after day, night after night, until fellow
! physician SAYS: "DoctOr, you had better
| go home and rest; you look miserable"
| But he cannot rest while so many
are suffering. On and on until
some morning finds him in a
delirium in which he talks of home, and
| then rises and says he must go and look
after those patients. He is told to lie
| down, but he fights his attendants until
/ he falls back, and is weaker and weaker,
and dies for people with whom he had no
| kinship, and far awaV from his family,
and is hastily put away In a strangers
tomb, and only the fifth part Of a newspa-
| per line tells us Of his sacrifice, his name
! just mentioned among five. Yet he has
touched the furtherest height OF sublimity
In that three weeks OF humanitarian SER
vice, He goes straight as an arrow to the
bosom Of Him who said. 81 was sick and
We visited me-" Life for life. Blood for
blood. Substitution.
In the legal profession / see the same
principle Of self-sacriflcing. In 1916,
| William Freeman, a pauperized and jdi-
otic negro, was at Auburn, n. Y, on
trial for murder. He had slain the entire
| Van Nest family. The foamiDg wrath Of
the community could be kept of him only
| by armed constables. Who would vOlun-
teer to be his counself No attorney
wanted to sacrifice his popularity by
such an ungrateful task. All were silent
! save One-a young lawyer with feeble
voice that could hardly be heard outside
the bar--pale and thin and awkward. 1t
! was William H. Seward, who saw that
the prisoner was idiotio and irresponsi-
Bile, and ought to be put In an asylum
rather than put to death, the heroic cOun-
sci uttering these beautifuIwOrds: "Ispeak
now IN the hearing of a people VINO have
prejudged the prisoner and condemned
I v,fn in hf 10 ia n
convict, pauper, a negro, without intel
lect, sense or emotion. Ely child with an
affectionate smile disarms my careworn
face of its frown whenever j cross my
threshold. The beggar in the street
Obliges me to give because he says God
bless YOU as pass. My dog caresses me
with fOndness il I will but smile on nim.
My horse recognizes me when / fill his
manger. What reward, what gratitude,
what sympathy and affection, can ] ex-
pect hereg There the prisoner sits. Look
at him. Look at the assemblage
around you. Listen to their i'll sup
pressed censures and their excited fears,
and tell me where among my nelghbors
or my fellOw.men, where even in his heart,
/ can expect to find a sentiment, a
thOught,nO to say of freward or of acknOwl-
edgement or even Of recognition?
Gentlemen, you may think OF this evil
dence what you please, bring in what ver-
dict you can, but / asseVerate before
heaven and you that, to the best Of my
knowledge and belief, the prisoner at the
bar does not at this moment know why it
is that my shadow falls on you instead of
his own" The gallows gotits victim, but
the post-mortem examination OF the poor
creature showed to all the surgeons and
to all the world that the public
were wrong ard William H. Seward was
right, and that hard stony step of Obloquy
in the Auburn court room was the first
step of the stairs of fame up which he
went TO the top, or to within one step OF
the top, that last denied him through the
treachery Of American politics. Nothing
sublimer was ever seen in an American
court room than William II. Seward
without reward standing between the
fury OF the populace and the loathsome
imbecile. Substitution.
In the realm OF the fine arts there was
as remarkable an instance. A brilliant,
but hypercrIticised, painter, Joseph VIII
lam Turner, was met by volley OF abuse
from all the art galleries OF Europe. His
paintings, which have since won the ap-
plause Of all civilized nations, 'sThe Fifth
Plague Of EgyDt,0 "Fishermen on Lee
Shore in Squally Weather." "Calais
Pier" ''rhe sun Rising Through Mist"
and ''DidO Building Carthage" we're then
targets for critics 70 shoot at. In defense
OF this Outrageously abused man young
author Of "a years, just one year out OF
college, came forth with his pen and
wrote the ablest and most famous es-
says on art that the world ever saw or
ever will see-Iohn 3uskin's "MOdern
Painters" For seventeen years this
author fought the battles OF the NAL.
treated artist, and after, IN poverty
and observation-disclosures, the painter
had died and the public
tried to undo their crueltiee toward him
bY giving him a big funeral and burial az
st. PauPs cathedral, his old-time friend
took out Of o tin box nineteen thousand
pieces Of paper containing drawings by
the old painter, and through many weary
aud uncOmpensated months assorted and
arranged them for public observation.
People say John Ruskln in his old days
Is GROSS, misanthrOpiC and morbid. What
ever be may do that be ought not to do,
and whatever he may say that he ought
not TO say between now aud bis death, be
will leave this world insOlyent as far AZ
IL has any capacity 10 pay this authors
pen for It's chivalric and Christian defense
Ofa poor painber's pencil. John Ruskin
for William Turner. Blood for blood.
Substitution.
What an exaltiDg principle this which
leads one 10 suffer for anOtherl Nothing
80 kindles enthusiasm or awakens elo.
quence, or chimes poetic cantO, or moves
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