Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1894-03-16

snoutlng on all sides, and there were gar
lands flung from the window, and over the
highway triumphal arch was sprung. The
solld masonry today at benevento Rimtn,
and Rome still tell their admiration for those
heroes. And shall we let our conoueror 90
without lifting any acclaim Have we nor
flowers red enough to depict the carnage.
white enough to celebrate the victory. fra
grant enough to breathe the Joy?
Those men OF whom just spoke dragged
their victims at the chariot wheels, but
Christ. cur Lori. taxes those who once were
capt1veS anu 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,"
II this be true, / cannot see how any man
can carry his sorrows n great while. II this
conqueror from Bozrah is going to beat back
all your griefs, why not trust Him2 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 conquerer from
Bozrah. "traveling, travelling in the great
ness 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 hell, and when the
lances struck Him He gathered them up into
q sheaf as reaper gathers the grain, and He
stacked them. Mounting the horse OF the
Apocalypse, He rode down through the ages
"traveling in the greatness of His strength.
On that day your sin and mine persisted. If
we will only believe it,
There may be some one here who may say:
81 don't like the color of this conquerors
ryornoaptq Won fell mo that His rmpntg
were not only spattered with the blood OF
conflict. but also they were soaked that
they were saturated that they we're dyed in
it." Iadmit it. You say you do not like
that. Then l quote you two passages OF
Scripture: without the shedding OF blood
there is no remission" I'm the blood is the
atonement." But it was not your blood. 1t
was His own. Not only enough to redden
His garments and to redden His horse, but
enough to wash away the sins of the world
Oh. the blood on His brow. the blood on His
hands. the blool on His feet, the blood on
His sSlel 1t seems as if an artery must have
been cut.
There fountain filed with blood
Drawn from ImmanueIs vel 2,
And sinners plunged beneath that iiool
Lose all their guilty stains.
At O'Clock tomorrow afternoon go among
the places Oh DuolQ65S VI ION. II VIII Dt nc
difficult thing for you to find men WHO by
their looks shox you that they are over
worked. They are prematurey 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 a shortness
of breath, and pain in the back ofthe head,
and at night an insomnia that alarms them.
Why arc they drudging at business early and
late! For fun? No ; 1t would be difficult to
extract any amusement out of that exhaus-
ton. Because they are avaricious2 In many
cases, no. Because their own personal ex-
penses 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 AMI
tear to keep his home prosperous. There IS
an invisible line reaching from that store,
from that bank, from that shop, from that
scaffolding, to q quiet scene few blocks,
few miles away, and there Is the secret OF
that business endurance. He is simply the
champion of homestead, for which he wins
bread and ar1robe and education and pros
perity. and in such battle 900 men fall. or
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 uninterrupted and
most profound. walk amid the dwelling
houses of the city. Here and there you will
find dim light, because 1t is the household
custom to keep subdued light burning, but
most of the houses from base to top are as
dark as though uninhabited. A merciiul
God has sent forth the archangel of sleep,
and he puts his wings over the city. But
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on the window easement glass or pitcher
containing food for sick child-the food set
in the fresh air
This is the sixth night that mother has sat
I'D with that sufferer. She has to the last
point obeyed the physicians prescription,
J not giving drop too much or toe little, or
/ a moment too soon or too late. She Is very
anxious. for she has buried three children
with the same disease, and she prays and
weeps. each prayer aud sob ending with a
kiss on the pale cheek. BY dint OF kindness
she gets the little one through the ordeal.
After it is all over the mother is taken
down. Brain or nervous fever sets in, and
one day she leaves the convalescent child
with a mothers blessing and goes up TO join
| the three in the kingdom OF heaven. Life
for life. Substitution! The fact is that
there are an uncounted number OF mothers
who. after they have navigatel a large
family of children through all the diseases
of infancy and got them fairly started up the
towering slope of boyhooi and girlhoo y
have only strength enough left TO die They
fadeavay Some call it consumption some
call it nervous 2rostration ;some call it inter
mittent or malarial disposition, but | call i
martyrdom OF the domestic circle. Lie toi
life. Blood for blood. Substitution
Or perhaps the mother fingers long
enough to see son got on the wrong road
and his former kindness becomes rough re
DIV when she expresses anxiety about him
But she goes right on, looking carefully after
his apparel. remembering his every birthday
with some memento, and when he is brought
home. worn out with dissipation, nurses hin
till he gets well and starts him again anC
hopes and expects and praYs and counsel
and suffers until her strength gives out an
she falls. She is going, and attendants bend
ing over her pillow ask her IL she has an,
message to leave and she makes great ehor
tS say something, but out Of three or fou
minutes ofindistinct utterance they can catci
but three words. my poor boy p The simpl
fact is she died for him. Life for life. SUB
stitution.
About thirty-three years ago there wen
forth from our homes hundreds OF thouslni
of men!o do battle for their country. Al
the poetry OF war soon vanished AMI lei
them nothing but the terrible prose. The,
wadei knee deep in null They slept L
snowbanks. They marched till their cut Tee
tracked the earth. They were swlndled on
of their honest rations and lived on meat no
fit fora dog. They had jaws all fracture
and eyes extinguished, and limbs shot away
Thousands O. them cried for water ds the.
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