The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1894-03-09

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 glass or
pitcher containing food for 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 OF
too little, or moment too soon or too
late. She is very anxious, for she has
buried three children with the same dis.
ease, and sheprays and weeps, each pray.
er and sob ending with kiss of 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 mothers blessing and goes
up to join the three in the kingdom o!
heaven. Life for life. Substitution!
The fact is that there are an uncounted
number of mothers who, after they hav
navigated large family of chi,dr,!.
through all the diseases of infancy IN
got them fairly started up the fowcrin,
slope of boyhood and girlhood, havo only
strength enough left to die. They fade
away. Some call it consumption; som,
call it nervous prostration; some Gail i,
intermittent or malarial disposition, bu
call it martyrdom of the domestic cir
Gle. Life for life. Blood for LlooC
Substitution
THE SACRIFICE OF PATRIOTISM.
Or perhaps the mother fingers Ion:
enough to see son get on the wron
road, and his former kindness become
rough reply when she expresses anxict.
about him. But she goes right on, look,
ing carefully after his apparel, remem.
bering his every birthday with some rlt
mento, and when he is brought hoRle.
worn out with dissipation, nurses him
till he gets we'll and starts him again.
and hopes and expects and prays and
counsels and suffers until her stree Ct.
gives out and she falls. She is going
and attendants bending over her pillow
ask her if she has any message to leave,
and she makes great effort to say some
thing, but out of three or four minutes
of indistinct utterance they can catch
but three words, MY poor boyw The
simple fact is she died for him. Life for
life. Substitution!
About 80 years ago there went forth
from our homes hundreds of thoucands
of men to do battle for their country.
All the poetry of war soon vanished ans
left them nothing but the terrible prose.
They waded knee deep in mud. TLcy
slept in snowbanks. They marched Ia.
their cut feet tracked the earth. T&cy
were swindled out OF their honest II; iio.:
and lived on meat not fit for dog. They
had jaws all fractured, and eyes cxt!n-
guished, and limbs shot away. Thou
sands of them cried for water as they lay
dying ON the field the night after the
battle and got it not. They were hcme-
sick and received no message from their
loved ones. They died in barns, in
bushes, in bitches, the buzzards Of the
summer heat the only attendants on their
obsequies.
No one but the infinite God, who knows
everything, knows the ten thousandrh
part of the length and breadth and
depth and height of anguish of the
northern and southern battlefelds. Why
did these fathers leave their children and
60 to the &ont, and why did these young
men, postponing the marriage day, start
out into the probabilities of never COM
ing back? For the country they died.
Life for life. Blood for blood. Substi-
tuition!
But we need not go so far. What is
that monument in Greenwood? 1t is to
the doctors who fell in the southern cpl
denies Why go? Were there not
enough sick to be attended in these
northern ATTITUDES? Oh, yes; but the
doctor puts few medical books in bis
valise, and some Walls of medicine and
leaves his patients here in the hands of
other physicians, and takes the rail train.
| Before he gets to the infected regions he
passes crowded rail trains, regular and
extra, taking the flying and affrighted
| populations. He arrives in city ovel
which great horror is brooding. Hi
goes from couch to couch, feeling Of
pulse and studying symptoms, and pre-
scribing day after day, night after
night, until fellow 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 morn
ing finds him in delirium, 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 il
| weaker and weaker, and dies for people
with whom he had no kinship, and fal
away from his own family, and is hasti
| ly put away in a strangers tomb, and
only the fifth part of newspaper line
tells us of his sacrifce-his name JUS
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, II was
sick and we visited me-" Life for life
Blood for blood. Substitution!
THE CRIMSON TIDE.
Some of our modern theologians wht
want to give God lessons about the bes
way to save the world tell us they do no
want any blood in their redemption
They want to take this horse by the BIZ
and hurl him back on his launches ant
tell this rider from Bozrah to go AROUND
some other way. Look out lest ye fal
under the flying hoofs of this horse, les
ye go down under the sword of this con
| queror from Bozrah! What means til,
blood of the pigeons in the old dispen
sation; the blood of the bullock; the BLOOD
of the heifer; the blood of the lamb? L
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 hi
strength"
Icatch handful of the red torren
that rushes out from the heart of tn,
Lord. and throw it over this audience
hoping that one drop of its cleansing
power may come upon your soul. {
Jesus, in that crimson tide wash oui
souls! We accept thy sacrifice. Con
queror of Bozrah, have mercy upon us