Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1897-03-22

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 I see why the destroying sngel
passing over Egypt in the night spared
all those houses that had blood sprinkled
on their doorposts Now I know what
Isaiah means when he speaks of lone in
red apparel coming with dyed garments
from Bosrah," and who the Apoca-
lypse means when it describes q heaven
" chieftain whose ''vesture was dipped
in blood and what Peter the apostle
means when he speaks of the precious
blood that cleanseth from all sin, - and
what the old, wornout, decrepit mis-
sionary Paul means when in my text he
cries, without shedding of blood is no
remission. = 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 overpowering
day of one summer was the day I spent
on the battlefield of Waterloo. Starting
out with the morning train from Brus-
sells, 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 recited accompanied us over the
field. There stood the old Hougomont
chauteau, the walls dented and scratched
and broken and shattered by grapeshot
and cannon ball. There is the we'll 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 160guns of the Eng
lish and the $50 guns of the French.
Yonder the Hanoverian hussars fed 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 kicking horses
against brow and breast of captains and
colonies and private soldiers, the human
and the beastly groan kept UP until the
day after all was shoveled under because
of the malodor arising in that hot month
of June.
The Lion and the lamb.
'tThere, said our guide, 1.-THE high
land regiments lay down on their faces
waiting for the moment to spring upon
the foe In that orchard 2, 500 men were
cut to pieces Here stood Wellington,
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 marshal of France dies on tie
battlefeldP From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the French re-
enforcement, but he came not. Around
those woods Butcher was looked for to
he came up. Yonder is tbs field where
Napoleon stood, his arm through the
reins of the horses bride, dazed and
insane, trying TO go back Scene from
a battle that went on from % minutes
to IL O'Clock, on the 18th of June, until
4 O'Clock, when the English seemed de-
feated, and their commander cried out:
"Boys, can you think of giving way?
Remember old Englandl'' And the tide
turned, and at 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 decided
No wonder a great mound has been
reared there hundreds of feet high-a
mound at the expense of millions of dol
lars 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
Apocalypse going out against the black
horse cavalry of death, and the bat
talions of the demoniac, and the myr-
midons of darkness. From IL o'clock at
noon to o'clock in the afternoon the
greatest battle of the universe went ON.
Eternal destinies were being decided.
All the arrows of hell pierced our Chief
tain, and the battleaxes struck him I'M
til brow and cheek and shoulder and
hand and foot were incarnadined with
oozing life, but he fought on until he
gave final stroke, and the commander
in chief of hell and all his forces fell
back in everlasting ruin, and the vic
tory is ours. And on the mound that
celebrates the triumph we plant this
day two figures, not in bronze or iron
or sculptured marble, but two figures of
living light, the lion of Judah's tribe
and the Lamb that was slain.