The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1897-04-29
NO. 8.


low-men, where, even in his heart, l
can expect to find a sentiment a
thought, not to say of reward or Of
acknowledgment, or even of recogni-
ton? Gentlemen, you may think of
this evidence what you please, bring
in what verdict you can, but | assever-
ate before Heaven and you, that, to
the best of my knowledge and belief,
the prisoner at the bar does not at this
moment know why it is that my shad>
ow falls on you instead of his own"
The gallows got its victim. but the
post-mortem examination of the poor
creature showed to all the surgeons and
to all the world that the public was
wrong, that William ii. Seward was
right, and that hard, stony step of
obloquy in the Auburn court room was
the first step of the stairs of fame up
| which he went to the top, or to whiting
one step of the top, that last denied hiIv
through the treachery of American
politics. Nothing sublimer was ever
seen in an American court room than
William II. Seward, without reward,
| standing between the fury of the
populace and the loathsome imbecile.
Substitution!
In the realm of the fine arts there
was as remarkable an instance. A
brilliant but hypercriticized painter,
Joseph William Turner, was met with
a volley of abuse from all the art gal
leries of Europe. His paintings, which
have since won the applause of all
| at hn rf
| Egypt "Fishermen on a Lee Shore in
Squally Weather." calais Pier" 'The
Sun Rising Through Mist" and "Dido
Building Carthage" were then tar
gets for critics to shoot at. In
defense of this outrageously abused
man, young author of "a years
just one year out of college, came forth
with his pen, and wrote the ablest and
most-famous essays on art that the
world ever saw, or ever will see-John
Ruskin's Modern Painters" For II
years this author fought the battles of
the maltreated artist, and after, in
poverty and Observation-Disclosures, the
painter had died, and the public tried
to undo their crueltieS toward him by
giving him big funeral and burial in
st. Paul's cathedral, his old-time friend
took out of a tin box 10000
pieces of paper containing draw
ings by the old painter, and through
many weary and uncompensated
months assorted and arranged them
for public observation. People say
John Ruskin in his old days is cross,
misanthropic, and morbid. Whatever
he may do that he ought not to do, and
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 it's chivalric and Chris
tian defense of poor painters pencil.
John Ruskin for William Turner.
Blood for blood. Substitution!
That is what Paul means, that is
what mean, that is wI.at all those who
have ever had their heart changed mean
by blood glory in this religion Of
blood. am thrilled as | see the sug-
gestive color in sacramental cup,
whether it be of FURNISHED silver set Cd
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 us
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 heavenly chieftain
whose 'vesture was dipped in blooi;'
, 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 o.
2 Jerusalem was the battlefield on which
: Christ achieved our liberty!
No wonder a great mound has beer
reared there. hundreds of feet high;
mound at the expense of millions o
II dollars and many years in rising, anc
!, , on the top is the great Belgian lion o
u bronze, and a grand old lion it is Bu
our great Waterloo was in Palestine
y 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 th'
: - Apocalypse going out against the blacl
y horse cavalry of death, and the battal
~ ions of the demoniac, and the myrmi
u dons of darkness. From - o'clock a
l. noon to three o'clock in the Afternoon
i the greatest battle of the univers
went on. Eternal destinies were be
o ing decided. All the arrows of hel
"a pierced our Chieftain and the battle
E. axes struck Him, until brow and chee
a and shoulder and hand and foot wer
incarnadined with oozing life; but II
le fought on until He gave a final stroB
Us and the commander-in-chie of he
q. and all his forces fell back in eve
70 lasting ruin, and the victory is our
u. And on the mound that celebrates tt