St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1898-05-14

ranged them for public observation.
People saw John Ruskin in his old days

is cross, misanthropic aud 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 in
solvent as far as it has any capacity to
pay this authors pen for his chivalric
and Christian defense OF a poor paint
er's pencil John Ruskin for William
Turner. Blood for blood. Habstitu-
ton!
What an exalting principle, this
which leads one to suffer for another!
Nothing so kindles enthusiasm or
awakens eloquence, or chimes poetic
canto, or moves nations. The principle
is the dominant one in our religion
Christ the martyr, Christ the celestial
hero, Christ the defender, Christ the
substitute. No new principle. for it
grander, wider, higher, deeper and
more understanding scale! The
shepherd boy, as a champion of Israel
with sling, toppled the giant OF
Philistine braggadocio in the dust;
but here is another David, who, for
all the armies of churches militant and
triumphant, hurls the Goliath of per-
dition into defeat, the crash OF his
brazon armor like an explosion at He'll
Gate. Abraham had ut Gods COM
mand agreed to sacrifice his son Isaac,
and the same God, just in time, had
provided ram of the thicket as a SUBJ
stitute; but there 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.
When did attorney ever endure so
much for pauper client, or physician
for the patient in the lazaretto, or
mother for the child in membraneous
Group. as Christ for us, and Christ for
YOU, and Christ for me? Saall any
man or woman or child in this audi
ence who has ever suffered for another
find it hard to understand this Christly
suffering for us? Shall those whose
sympathies have been wrung in behalf
of the unfortunate have no apprecia-
ton of that one moment which was
lifted out of all the ages of eternity as
most conspicuous, when Christ gath
cred up all the sias of those to be re-
deemed under His one arm, and all
their sorrows under His other arm.
and said: II will atone for
these under my right arm,
and will heal all those under
my left arm. Strike me with all Thy
glittering shafts, o Eternal Justice!
Roll over me with all thy surges, ye
oceans of sorrow!' And the thunder
bolts struck Him from above, and the
seas of trouble rolled up from beneath,
hurricane after hurricane, and cyclone
after cyclone, and then AMI there IN
presence of Heaven and earth and hell,
yea, all worlds witnessing, the price,
the bitter price, the transcendent price,
the awful price. the glorious price, the
Infinite price, the eternal price, was
paid that sets us free.
1t was a most exciting day l spent on
the battlefield of Waterloo. Starting
out with the mornin. train from Brus-
sc,s, Belgium, we arrived in about an
hour on the famous SPOT. son of one
WHO WAS in the battle, who had heard
from his father a tIouslal times the
whole scene recited, accompanied
us over the field. Tnere stood the
old Hougo:nont chateau, the walls
dented, ani scratched, and broken,
and shattered by grape-shot and
cannon-bail Th.r is the well in
which 3o) dying aida were pitch ed.
There is the clapel with the head OF
| the infant Christ slos of. There are
the gates at which, for many hours.
aSkl n1
| Yonder were the l6) guns OF the En-
! glisl, ard the a5J guns OF the Ffenca,
Ionder the lanovsrian hussars He'd
for the woods,
Yonder was the ravine of Ohain,
where the French cavalry, not know
ing there was q 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 colonels and private soldiers, the
human and the bels.ly grown kept mp
until, the day after, all was shoveled
under because of the malodor arising In
that hot month of June.
There" said our guide, ''the High,
land regiments lay down on their faces
waiting for the MON mt to spring upon
the foe. In that orchard $500 men
were cut to pieces. Here stood Well
ington with white lips. and up tina,
knob 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 slashee
of sword, and his hat off, and hi.
face covered with powder and blood
tried to- rally his troops as h
cried: Come and see how q mar
shall of France dies on the bat
tlefield' From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the Frenci
re-enforcement, but he came not
Around those woo1s Blucher wa
looked for to re-enforce the English
and just in time he came up. Yonde
is the ii .ll where Napoleon stood, hi
arms taroa IN the reins of ths horse
bride, dazed and insane, trying
to go bacx." Scene Of battl'
that went on from 25 minute
to IL o'clock on June Il
until four o'closx, when tn;
English seemed defeated, and theil
/ DSySt y0M ~~ssA
think OF giving way? Remember oil
: England" and the tides turned, and .
eight O'CLOCK in the evening the man O.
destiny, who was called by his troop.
Old Two Haairel Thousand, turne'
away with b.oxen heart, and the fat
of centuries WAS decided.
No wonder a great mound has bee
, reared taere-hundreds OF feet high
| mound at the expens, of millions Q
dollars in rising, aud on the top is tn
, great Belgian lion of bronze, and
. grand old lioa it is. Ba. our grea
, Waterloo WAS in Palestine. Ther
came day when all he
= rode up, led by Apollyon. an
. the Captain of our salvation cor
fronted them alone. The rider on tn
white horse OF the Apocalypse goin
D out against the black morse cavalry Q
8 death, and the battalions of the de
+ moniac, aad the myrmidons Of darl
2 ness. From IL o'clock at noon I
fla o'clock in the afternoon tn
\ greatest battle of the univers wen
on. Eternal destinies were being d.
cided. All the arrows of hell pierce