The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1894-03-09

remission" In the blood IL the atone
ment." But it was not your blood.
was his own Not only enough to redder
his garments and to redden his horse, bu
enough to wash away the sins of the
world. Oh, the blood ON his brow, The
blood on his hands, the blood on his feet
the blood on his side! 1t seems as if al
artery must have been cut.
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
At 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon go
among the places of business or toll. 1t
will be no difficult thing 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 a shortness OF breath,
and a pain in the back of the head, and
at night an insomnia that alarms them.
Why are they drudging at business early
and late? For fun? No; it would be diff
cult to extract any amusement out of
that exhaustion. Because they are avarl-
cious? In many cases, no. Because their
own personal expenses are lavish! No;
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!
LIFE FOR LIFE.
At 1 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 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 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-
,cription, not giving drop too much or
700 little, or a moment too soon or too
ate. She is very anxious, for she has
buried three children with the same dis
Ease, and she prays and weeps, each pray
II and sob ending with kiss of the pale
heck. By dint of kindness she gets the
title one through the ordeal.
After it is all over the mother is taken
lown. Brain or nervous fever sets in,
,ad one day she leaves the convalesceft
hid with a mothers blessing and goes
Up to join the three in the kingdom of
Life for life. Substitution!
The fact is that there are an uncounted
lumber of mothers who, after they have
lavigated large family of children
through all the diseases of infancy and
,ot them fairly started up the Towering
lope of boyhood and girlhood, have only
trength enough left to die. They fade
way. Some call it consumption; some
all 1t nervous prostration; some call it
or malarial disposition, but
call it martyrdom of the domestic cir
lie. Life for life. Blood for blood.
substitution!
THE SACRIFICE OF PATRIOTISM.
Or perhaps the mother fingers long
nough to see son get ON the wrong
DAD, and his former kindness becomes
ough reply when she expresses anxiety
bout him. But she goes right on, look
ng carefully after his apparel, remem-
ering his every birthday with some me- q
1ento, and when he is brought home, c
7orn out with dissipation, nurses him S
ii he gets well and starts him again I
nd hopes and expects and prays and I
Ounsels and suffers until her strength I
ives out and she falls. She is going, !
nd attendants bending over her pillow a
SIX her if she has any message to leave, +
nd she makes great effort to say some a
hing, but out of three or four minutes t
indist.Lct utterance they can catch 4
ut three words, MY poor boyw The t
mpe TACT is she died for him. Life for
fe Substitution!
About 50 years ago there went forth
ON our homes hundreds of thousands v
men to do battle for their country. u
II the poetry of war soon vanished and a
# them nothing but the terrible prose.
hey waded knee deep in mud. They :
ept in snowbanks. They marched till 81
Ieir cut feet tracked the earth. They =
ere swindled out of their honest rations n
I'd lived on meat not fit for a dog. They u
I'd jaws all fractured, and eyes extin- l
iished, and limbs shot away. Thou Of
nds of them cried for water as they lay u
ring on the field the night after the III
title and got it not. They were home
tx and received no message from their
we'd ones. They died in barns, in
lshes, in bitches, the buzzards of the