The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1897-03-26


} gion of blood. am thrilled as l see the
suggestive color in sacramental cup,
whether it be of FURNISHED silver set on
cloth Immediately white or rough
hewn from wood set on table in leg hut
meeting house of the wilderness. Now ]
am thrilled as [ see the affairs of ancient
sacrifice crimson with the blood Of the
slain lamb, end Leviticus is to me not
SO much the Old Testament as the New.
Now | see why the destroying angel
passing over Egypt in the rif 1t spared
all those houses that had .CCd sprinkled
ON their dCOrposs. Now | know what
Isaiah means when he speaks Of lone in
red apparel coming with Gyod garments
from Bosrah," and who the Apoca-
lypse means when it describe, . a heaven
ly chieftain whose 'vostulc as dipped
in blood, and what Peter tie apostle
means when he speaks of Tie precious
blood that cleanseth from all sin, y" and
what the old, p ornCut, dCcrepit mis-
sionary Paul means whom in my text he
cries, Without shcddii z Ct blood is no
remission. By that blood you and l
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 ard overpowering
day Of one summer was the day | spent
ON the battlefield Of Waterloo Starting
out with the morning train from Brus-
sells, we arrived in about an hour on
that famous srCt A son CT one who was
in the battle ard who had heard from
his father a thousf nd tues the whole
scene recited accompanied US over the
field. There etCCd the old HougOmont
chauteau, the walls cnted and scratched
and broken and shattered by FrapeshOt
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 eff. There are the
gates at which for mary hours English
and French armies wrCstlCd
Yonder were the 1G0 guns Of the Eng
lish and the $50 guns CT the French.
Yonder the Hanoverian hussars fled for
the woods Yonder was the ravine of
Ohain, where the French cavalry, not
knowing there was hollow in the
ground, rolled over ard 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 solo iers, 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.
"There," said cur guide, "the high
land regiments lay down Oh 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 the
battletield' From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the French re-
enforcement, but he came not. Around
those woods Butcher was looked for to
re-enforce 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 % minutes
to 10 O'Clock, on the 18th of June, until
A O'Clock, when the English seemed de-
feated, and their commander cried out:
boys, can you think of giving way?
Remember old Englandr' 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 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 tie great Belgian lion Of
bronze, and grand old lion it is. But
our great Waterloo was in Palestine.
There came a 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 bat
talions of the demoniac, and the myr-
midons Of darkness From 12 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 cur 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
n chief of hell and all his forces fell
pack in everlasting ruin, and the vic
DRY is ours. And ON the mound that
celebrates the triumph we plant this
lay two figures, not in bronze or iron
II sculptured marble, but two figures of
living light, the lion of Judah's tribe
md the Lamb that was slain.
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