The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1898-04-15

under my left arm. Strike me with all
Thy glittering shafts, o Eternal JUS
ticel Roll over me with all thy surges,
we oceans OF sorroww And the thun-
derbolts struck Him from above, and
the seas of trouble rolled up from be-
meath, hurricane after hurricane, and
cyclone after cyclone and then and
there in the presence of Heaven and
earth and hell, yea, all worlds wit
Messing, the price, the bitter price, the
transcendent price, the awful price,
glorious price, the infinite price, the
eternal price, was paid that sets us
free.
That is what Paul meant, that is
what | mean, that is what all who
have ever had their heart changed
mean by blood" glory in this re-
ligion of blood! anu thrilled as see
the suggestive color in sacramento
cup, whether it be of FURNISHED silver
set on cloth Immediately white, or
rough-hewed meeting house of the
wilderness. Now | am thrilled as |
see the affairs of ancient sacrifice Grim
son 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 destroying angel pass
ing 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 zone 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 Blood"
and what John, 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.
In all the ages OF the world God has
not once pardoned n single sin except.
through the Savior's expiration, and
He never will.
1t was a most exciting day | spent
on the battlefield of Waterloo. Start
ing out with the morning train from
Brussels. Belgium, we arrived in about
an hour on the famous spot A son of
one who was in the battle, and who
had heard from his father thousand
times the whole scene recited, accom-
panied us over the field There stood
the old Hougomont Chateau, the walls
denied, and scratched, and broken,
and shattered by grape.shot and can
non-ball. There is the well in which
300 dying and dead were pitched.
There is the chapel with the
81 tl,n f.Fa IL
off. There are the gates at which,
for many hours, English and
French armies wrestled. Yonder were
the 100 guns of the English, 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 SOL
diers, 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.
There 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 $500
men were cut TO pieces. Here stood
Wellington with white lips, and up
that knoll rode Marshal New on his
sixth horse, five having been shot
under him. Here the ranks of the
Frence broke, and Marshal Ney, with
his boot slashed of a 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 yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the
French reinforcement, but he came
not Around those woods Butcher
was looked for TO reinforce
the English, and just in time he came
up. Wonder is the field where Napo-
leon stood, his arms through the reins
of the horses bride, dazed and insane,
trying TO go back" Scene of battle
that went on from l2:25 o'clock on the
18th of June until four o'clock, when
the English seemed defeated, and their
commander cried; Boys, you can't
think of giving wayP Remember old
England" and the tides 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 decided.
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 apocalypse going out
against the black horse cavalry of
death, and the battalions of the de-