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


den His garments and to redden His
horse, but enough to wash away the
sins of the world. o. the blood on His
brow, the blood on His hands, the blood
on His feet, the blood on His side. i
seems as if an artery must have been
cut
There is fountain filed with blood
Drawn from Emmanuels veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
At ? 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 prematnrely old. They are
Fastening rapidly to their decease.
They have gone through crises in busi-
ness that shattered their nervous sys-
tenn, and pulled on the brain. They
have a shortness of breath, and 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
difficult to extract any amusement out
of that exhaustion. Because they are
avaricious2 In many cases no. Be
cause their own personal expenses are
lavish? No: a few hundred dollars
would meet all their wants The sim
pie fact is. the man is enduring all
that fatigue and evaporation, and
wear and tear, b keep his home pros
porous. There is an invisible line
reaching from that store, from that
bank, from that shop, from that scat
folding to a quiet scene a few blocks,
few miles away, and there is the Sc
cret of that business endurance. He
is simply the champion of a home
stead, for which he wins bread, and
wardrobe, and education, and prosper
ity, and in such battle ten thousand
men fall. OF ten business men whom
bury nine die of overworlS for others.
Some sudden disease finds them with
no power of resistance, and they are
gone. Life for life. Blood for blood.
Substitution!
At o clock tomorrow morning, the
hour when slumber is most uuinter-
rupted and most profound. walk amid
the dwelling houses of the city. Here
and there you viii find dim light. be-
cause it is the household custom 70
keep a subdued light burning but
most of the houses from base to top
are as dark as though uninhabited, A
merciful God has sent forth the arch
angel of sleep, and he puts his wings
over the city. But yonder is a clear
light burnig and outside of the win
dow easement a glass or pitcher con
tanning food for sick child; the fool
$ 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 physieian's pre-
seription, not giving drop too
much or too little, or a nome ~
too soon or too late. She is very anN-
ious for she has buried three children
with the same disease, and she prays
and weeps. each prayerand sob ending
with a kiss of the pale cheek. BY dint
of kindness she gets the little one
through the ordeal After it is over.
the mother is taken down. Brain ami
nervous fever sets in. and one day shr
leaves the eonvalescent child with
mothers blessing and goes up TO join
the three in the kingdom of Heaven.
Life for life. Substitution, The fac,
is that there are an amounted number
of mothers who, after they have navi-
gated a large family OF children
all the diseases of infancy. and
rot them fairly started up the flower
ing slope of boyhood and girlhood, have
only strength enough left TO die. They
fade away. Some call it consumption;
some call it nervous prostration; some
call 1t intermittent or malarial DISPOSE
ton but call it martyIdom of the do
nestle circle. Life for life. Blood for
blood. Substitution
Or perhaps the mother fingers long
enough to see son get TO the wrong
read, and his former kindness becomes I
rough reply when she expresses auxi- /
ETY. about him. But she goes right on. /
looking carefully after his apparel. re-
his every birthday with /
some memento, and when he is brought (
home worn out with dissipation, nurses 4
him till he gets well, and starts him
lgain, and hopes, and expects, and
Drays, and counsels, and suffers, until
ler strength gives out and she fails
She is going. and attendants bending
over the pillow, ask her if she has any
Message to leave, and she makes great
fort to say something, but out of the
hree or four minutes of indistinct ut
erances they can catch but three
words: My poor boyr' The simple
act is she died for him. Life for life.
About thirty-four years ago there
vent forth from our homes hundreds
# thousands of men to do battle for
heir country. All the poetry of war
Don vanished, and left them nothing
,ut the terrible prose They waded
in mud. They slept in snow
anlxs. They marched till their cut
eet tracked the earth. They were
windled out of their honest rations.
nd lived on meal not fit for dog.
hey had jaws all fractured, and eyes