Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1894-03-22

leaves his patient here in the hands OF
other physicians and takes the rail
train. Before he gets to the infected
regions he passes crowded raii-trains,
regular and extra, taking the flying
and affrighted populations. He arrives
in a city over which a great horror is
brooding He goes from couch to
couch, feeling of pulse and studying
symptoms, and prescribing day after
day, night after night, until fell
low-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 de-
lirium, 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 away from
his own family, and is hastily put away
in strangers tomb, and only the fifth
part of newspaper line tells us of his
saeritice-his name just mentioned
among five. Yet he has touched the
furthest height of sublimity in that
three weeks of humanitarian service.
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.
Some of our modern theologians who
want to give God lessons about the
best way to save the world, tell ms
they do not want any blood in their
redemption. They want to take this
horse by the bit, and hurl him back on
his hauches, and tell this rider from
Bozrah to go around some other way.
Look out, lest yop fall under the fly
ing hoofs Of this horse; lest We go down
under the sword of this Conqueror
from Rozrah! What meant the blood
of the pigeons in the old dispensation?
the blood of the bullock? the blood OF
the heifer? the blood of the lamb? II
meant to prophesy the cleansing blood,
the pardoning blood, the healing blood
of this Conqueror who comes up from
Bozrah. travelling in the greatness Of
His strength. catch a handful of the
red torrent that rushes out from the
heart of our Lord, and ! throw II over
this audience hoping that one drop Of
its cleansing power may come upon
your soul O Jesus! in that crimson
tide wash our souls We accept Thy
sacrificed Conqueror of Bozrah, have
mercy upon us, We throw our gar
ments in the way. We fall into linel
Ride on, Jesus, ride on! Travelling
travelling in the greatness of Thy
strength
But after awhile the returning con.
queror will reach the gate and all the
armies OF the saved will be with him.
| hope you viii be there, and will be
there. As we go through the gate and
around about the throne for the review,
"A great multitude that no man can
number" all Heaven can tell without
asking, right away, which one is Jesus.
not only because of the brightness OF
Ills face, but because, while all the
other inhabitants in glory are robed in
white-saints in white. cherubim in
white, seraphim in white-His robes
shall be scarlet, even the dyed gar
ments of Bozrah. ! catch a glimpse of
that triumphant joy, but the gate
opens and shuts so quickly ! can hear
only half a sentence, and it is this,
Unto Him who hath washed Us in His
bioOdr'