News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1894-03-08

fact in our hearts, and we are free for
this world, and we are free for the world
to come. But, lest we might not ac-
cept. Christ comes through here today
travelling in the greatness of his
strength not to tell you that he is 60
ing to fight for you some battle in the
future, but to tell you that the battle is
already fought and the victory already
| won.
You have noticed that when soldiers
come home from the wars they carry on
their flags the names of the battlefelds
where they were distinguished. The
EngIishman coming back has on his ban
ner Inkerman and Balaklava; the
Frenchman, jena and Eylau; the Ger
| man. Versailles and Sedan. tsg.d Christ
has on the banner he carries as conquer
or the names of 10, 600 battlefelds he won
for you and for me. He rides past all
our homes of bereavement-by the door
bell swathed in sorrow, by the wardrobe
black with woe, by the dismantled for
tress of our strength.
Come out and greet him today, o ye
people! See the names of all the battle
passes on his flag. Ye who are poor, read
on this ensign the story of Christ's hard
crusts and piliowless head. Ye who are
prosecuted, read here Of the ruffians who
| chased him from his first breath to his
last. Mighty to soothe your troubles,
mighty to balk your calamities, mighty
to tread down your foes, travelling in
the greatness of his strength" Though
his horse be brown with the dust of the
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carnage, and the bit be red with the
blood of your spiritual foes, he comes
up now, not exhausted from the battle,
but fresh as when he went into it-com-
ing up from Bozrah, travelling in the
greatness Of his strength"
THE GREAT CONQUEROR.
You know that when Augustus and
Constantine and Trajan and Titus came
back from the wars what a time there
was. You know they came ON horse
| back or in chariots, and there were trO-
phies before, and there were captives be-
| hind, and there were people shouting on
all sides, and there were garlandS flung
from the window, and over the highway
triumphai arch was sprung. The solid
masonry today at Benevento, Rimini
and Rome still tell their admiration for
those heroes. And shall we let our con-
queror go without lifting any acclaim?
Have we not flowers red enough to de-
pict the carnage, white enough to cele-
brate the victory, fragrant enough to
breathe the joy?
Those men of whom just spoke drag
| ged their victims at the chariot wheels,
| but Christ, our Lord, takes those who
| once were captives and invites them into
! his chariot to ride, while he puts around
| them the arm of strength, saying, 81
| have loved thee with an everlasting love,
and the waters shall not drown it. and
the fires shall not burn it, and eternity
| shall not exhaust it"
If this be true, l cannot see how any
man can carry his sorrowsa great while.
If this conqueror from Bozrah is going
to beat back all your griefs. why not
trust him? Oh, do you not feel under
this gospel your griefs falling back and
your tears drying up as you hear the
tramp of thousand illustrious promises
led on by the conqueror from Bozrah,
travelling, travelling in the greatness of
his strength
On that Friday which the Episcopal
church rightly celebrates, calling it
''Good Friday" your soul and mine were
contended for. On that day Jesus proved
himself mightier than earth and he'll,
and when the lances struck him he gath
Fred them up into sheaf as a reaper
| gathers the grain, and be stacked them.
Mounting the horse of the Apocalypse,
he rode down through the ages Gravel
| ing in the greatness of his strength" On
that day your sin and mine persisted, if
we will only believe it.
THE LORD OF BUSINESS.
There may be some one here who may
say: Il don't like the color of this con-
queror's garments. You tell me that his
| garments were not only spattered with
the blood of conflict, but also they were
soaked; that they were saturated; that
they were dyed in it," admit it. You
say you do not like that. Then l quote
| to you two passages of Scripture: with
out the shedding OF blood there is Ii
remission" ''In the blood is the atone
ment." But it was not your blood. II
was his own. Not only enough to reddeL
| his garments and to redden his horse, but
enough to wash away the sins of the
world. Oh, the blood on his brow, tbs
blood on his hands, the blood on his feet
the blood on his side! 1t seems as if an
artery must have been cut.
| There is a fountain filed with blood
| Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
| Lose all their guilty stains.
| At 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon &c
among the places of business or toll. 1t
will be no difficult thj9g for you to find
men who by their looks show you that
they are overworked. They are prema
turely old. They are fastening rapidly
| toward their decease. They have gone
through crises in business that shattered
their nervous system and pulled on the
brain. They have shortness of breath,
and pain in the back of the head, and
at night an insomnia that alarms them.
Why are they drudging at business early
snd late? For fun? No; it would be diff
Gult to extract any amusement out Of
that exhaustion. Because they are avari-
cious? In many cases, no. Because their
own personal expenses are lavish? No; a
few hundred dollars would meet all their
wants.
The simple fact is the man is enduring
all that fatigue and evaporation and
wear and tear to keep his home prosper
Gus. There is an invisible line reaching
from that store, from that bank, from
that shop, from that scaffolding, to a
quiet scene a few blocks, a few miles
away, and there is the secret of that bust
ness endurance. He is simply the cham
pion Of homestead, for which he wins
bread and wardrobe and education and
prosperity, and in such battle 10000 men
fall. Of ten business men whom bury
nine die of overwork for others. Some
sudden disease finds them with no power
of resistance, and they are gone. Life
for life. Blood for blood Substitution!
At l o'clock tomorrow morning, the
hour when slumber is most uninterrupt-
ed and most profound, walk amid the
dwelling houses of the city. Here and
there you will find dim light, because
it is the household custom to keep a sub
dued light burning, but most of the
houses from base to top are as dark as
though uninhabited. A merciful God
has sent forth the archangel of sleep,
and he puts his wings over the city. But
yonder is a clear light burning, and out
side on the window easement a glass or
pitcher containing food for a sick child
the food set in the fresh air.
This is the sixth night that mother has
sat up with that sufferer. She has to the
last point obeyed the physicians pre-
scription, not giving drop too much or
too little, or moment too soon or too
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