The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-05

get them fairly started M the towering
slope Of boyhCod and girlh00d, have only
strength enough left 10 die. They fade
away Some call IL consumption; some
call it nervous pr0statiOE. some call IL in
termitteUt or ual3rial disposition; but [
call II Martyrd9m of the domestic circle
Life for life. Blood FOX blood. Suosti-
tuition
Or perhaps the mother fingers long
enough 10 see son get on the wrong
road. and his former kindness becomes
rough reply when She expresses anxiety
about him. But she goes right on, look
ing carefully after his apparel, remember
ing his every birthday with some
mement0, and when he is brought home
worn out with dissipation, nurses him
. till he gets well and starts him again. and
hopes, and expects and prays, and coun-
. sells, and suffers, until her strength gives
. out and she fails. She is going aud at
tendants. bending over her pillow ask
her If she has any message to leave, and
. she makes great effort to say something,
/ bat out Of three or four minutes Of indis-
/ tinct utlerau. they can catch but three
( words My poor boy" The simple fact
/ IS she died for him. Life for life. Sub
| stituti0n
About thirty-four years ago there went
! forth from our homes hundreds of thou
| sands Of men TO do battle for their coun-
| try AL the poetry of war soon vanished,
/ and left them nothing but the terrible
| prose They wadod knee-deep in mud
/ They slept in snOW-banks. They marched
/ till their cut feet tracked the earth. They
/ were swindled out of their honest ratious,
/ and lived on mea! not fit for a dog. They
/ had Jaws all fractured, and eyes extin-
/ gIished, and limbs shot away Thou
SANDS of them cried for water as they Law
| dying on the field the night after the bat
tie, and got il not. They We're homesick,
ana received no message from the loved
ones, They died in barns. in bushes. in
bitches, the buZzards of the summer heat
the only attendants on their o 5eQuies
NO one but the infinite God who knows
everything knows the ten thOusandth
part Of the length. and breadth, and
depth, ana height of anguish of the north
eIu ana southern battlefelds. Why did
these fathers leave their children and go
to the front, and why did these young
men. postponiug their marriage day. start
out INTO the probabilities of never coming
back For The country they died Life
Tor life. Blood for blood. Substitution
But we need not 20 so far What is
that monument in Greenwood II is to
the doctors who fell in the southern cpl
denies. Why gol Were there not enough
sick to be attended in these northern
attitudes Oh, yes but the doctor puts
few medical books in his valise, and
9Dl4lC Nldlo Vi utllClue, ana leaves MS pa
tleutS here IN the hands of other physi-
clans. and takes u rail-train. Before he
gets to the infected regions he passes
crowded rall-trains, regular and extra,
taking the flying and aftrighted popula-
tions. He arrives in a city over which
great horror is brOodng. He goes from
couch 10 couch, feeling of pulse and
studying symptoms, and prescribing
day after day, night after night
until a physician says: Doc
tor you had better go home and
rest; you look miserab le.n But he can
not rest while so many are suffering On
and on, until some morning finds him in
deIlrium. in which hc 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
kluship, and far away from his own
family, and is hastily put away in
strangers tomb, and only the fifth part of
a newspaper line tolls US of his sacrifice
his name Just mentioned among five. Yet
he has touched the furthest height of sub
Unity in that three weeks Of humauita-
Ran service. He goes straight as an arrow
TO the bosom Of him who said Il was
sick and We visited me-" Life for life
Blood for blood. Substitution?
some of our modern theologians who
want to give God lessons about the best
way TO save the world, tell US thew do NOT
want any blood in their redemption. They
want TO take this horse by the bit, and
hurl him back on his launches. and tell
this rider from BoZrah to 20 around some
other way. Look out, lest We fall under
the Tying hoofs of this horse; lest We 90
down under the sword of this conquerOr
from Bozrah What meant the blood of
the pigeons in the old diSpensatiOni the
blood of the DnllOalyp %
heifer' the blood of the lamb 1t meant
TO prophesy the cleansing blood the par
donlng blood, the healing blood Of this
conqueror who comes up from Bozrah
travelling IN the greatness OF his
strength ! catch handful of the red
torrent that rushes out from the heart of
the Lord, and throw it over this audi
ence, hoping that one drop of its cleans
ing power may come upon your soul. o
Jesus! in that crimson tide wash our
souls. We accept thy sacrifice! Con
queror OF Bozrah, have mercy upon US!
we throw our garments in the way! We
fall into line Ride on, Jesus, ride on!
..,,lrayeling, travelling is the greatness OF
thy strength"
But after awhile the returning CON
querer Will reach the gate, and all the
armies of the saved Will be with him. 1
hope you will be there. and I will be
there. As we go through the gate and
around about the throne for the review.
"a great multitude that no man can mum
ber'-au heaven can tell without asking.
right away which one is Jesus. not only
because OF the brightness OF his face. but
because, While all the other inhabitants
in glory are robed in white--saints in
white, cherubim in white, seraphim in
whlte-his robes shall be scarlet, even the
dyed garments of Bouah. 1 catch
glimpse of that triumphant Joy, but the
gate opens and shuts SO quickly ] can
hear only half sentence, and it is this:
Unto him who hath washed us in his
blood, ="
SHIPPERS AND INSURANCE.