The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1897-04-02

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whatever he may say that he ought
not to say between now and his death,
he will leave this world insolvent as
far as it has any capacity to pay this
authors pen for its chivalric and Chris
tan defense of poor painters pencil.
John Ruskin for William Turner.
Blood for blood. Substitution
What an exalting principle this
which leads one to suffer for anotherl
Nothing so kindles enthusiasm, CT
aNakens eloquence, or chimes poetic
canto, or moves nations. The princi-
pie is the dominant one in our religion
Christ the Martyr, Christ the Celes-
tia Hero, Christ the Defender, Christ
the Substitute. No new principle, for
it was as old as human nature; but
now on a grander, wider, higher,
deeper and more Notwithstanding
scale! The shepherd boy as a cham
pion for Israel with a sling top
pied the giant of Philistine brag-
gadocio in the dust; but here is another
David who, for all the armies ri
churches militant and triumphant,
hurls the Goliath of perdition into de-
feat, the crash of his brazen armor
like an explosion at He'll Gate. Abra-
ham had at Gods command agreed to
sacrifice his son Isaac, aud the same
God just in time had provided a ram of
the thicket as a substitute; but here is
another Isaac bound to the altar, and
no hand arrests the sharp edges of
laceration and death, and the universe
shivers and quakes and recoils and
groans at the horror.
That is what Paul means, that Is
what | mean, that is what all those who
have ever had their heart changed mean
by blood" l glory in this religion Of
blood! / am thrilled as l see the sug-
gestive color in sacramento cup,
whether it be of FURNISHED silver set ON
cloth Immediately white, or rough
hewn from wood set on table in log-hut
meeting house of the wilderness. Now
| am thrilled as / see the affairs of
ancient sacrifice crimson with the blood
of the slain lamb, and LeviticuS is to
me not so much the Old Testament as
the New. Now [ see why the de-
stroying angel passing over Egypt in
the night spared all those houses that
had blood sprinkled on their door
posts. Now / know what Isaiah means
when he speaks of lone in red apparel
coming with dyed garments from Boz
rah;" and whom the Apocalypse means
when it describes a heavenly chieftain
whose ''Vesture was dipped in BLOOD"
and what Peter, the apostle, means
when he speaks of the precious blood
that cleanseth from all SIM and what
the old, worn-out, decrepit missionary
Paul means when, in my text, he cries,
without shedding of blood is no re-
mission" BY that blood you and
will be saved-or never saved at all.
Glory be to God that the hill back of
Jerusalem was the battlefield on which
Christ achieved our liberty!
The most exciting and overpowcring
day of one summer was the day l spent
on the battlefield of Waterloo. Start
ing out with the morning train from
Brussels, Belgium, we arrived in about
an hour on that famous spot A son of
one who was in the battle, and who
had heard from his father a thousand
times the whole scene rccited, ac-
companied us over the field. There
stood the old HOugomont chateau, the
walls dented, and scratched, and
broken, and shattered by grape-shot
and cannon-ball. There is the well in
which 800 dying and dead were pitched.
There is the chapel with the head
of the infant Christ shot off. There
are the gates at which, for many hours,
English and French armies wrestled.
Yonder were the 100 guns of the En-
glish, and the $50 guns of the French.
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for the woods. Yonder was the ravine
of Chain, where the French cavalry,
not knowing there was a hollow
in the ground, rolled over and down,
troop after troop, tumbling into one
awful mass of suffering, hoof of kick
ing horses against brow and breast OF
captains, and colonies and private sol
diers, the human and the beastly groan
kept up until, the day after, all was
shoveled under because of the malodcr
arising in that hot month of June.
There" said the guide, ''the High
land regiments lay down on their faces
waiting for the moment to spring upon
the foe. In that orchard $500 men
were cut to pieces. Here stood Yelling
ton, with white lips. and up that
knoll rode Marshal Ney on his sixth
horse, five having been shot under
him. Here the ranks of the French
broke, and Marshal Ney, with his boot
slashed of sword, and his hat off, and
his face covered with powder and
blood, tried to rally his troops as he
cried Come and see how a marshal
of France dies on the battlefield
From that direction Grouchy was
expected for the French reinforce
ment, but he came not. Around
those woods Butcher was looked for to
reinforce the English, and just in time
he came up. YOnder is the field where
Napoleon stood, his arm through the
reins of the horses bride, dazed
and insane, trying to go back"
Scene from battle that went on from
11:35, on the 18th of June, until
o'clock, when the English seemed de-
feated and their commander cried out:
''Boys, can you think of giving way?
Remember old Englandp' and the tide
turned, and at eight o'clock in the
evening the man of destiny, who was
called by his troops Old Two Hundred
Thousand, turned away with broken
heart, and the fate of centuries was de-
cided.
No wonder great mound has been
reared there, hundreds of feet high-a
mound at the expense of millions of
dollars and many years in rising. and
on the top is the great Belgian lion OF
bronze, and grand old lion it is. But
our great Waterloo was in Palestine.
There came day when all hell rode
up, led by Apollyon, and the captain
of our salvation confronted them alone.
The rider on the white horse of the
going out against the black
horse cavalry of death and the hattal-