Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-04-11

then and there in presence of heaven
and earth and hell-yea, all worlds wit
Messing, 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.
That is what Paul means, that is
what [ mean, that is what all those who
have ever had their heart changed mean
by "blood.' / glory in this religion of
blood l am thrilled as [ see the sug
gestive color in sacramental cup, wheth-
er it be of FURNISHED silver set on 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 Leyiticus is to me not
so much the Old Testament as the New.
Now I see why the destroying angel
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 Bozrah," and whom the Apoca-
lypse means when it describes heav-
emily chieftain whose ''vesture was dip
ped in blood" and what John, the
apostle, means when he speaks Of the
4precious blood that cleanseth from all
SIM and what the old, wornout, de-
crepit missionary 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. In all the ages of the world God
Gin cir
cept through the Saviour's expiration,
and he never will. Glory be to God that
the hill back of Jerusalem was the bat
tlefeId on which Christ achieved our
liberty!
Pa1estine's Waterloo.
It was a most exciting day I spent on
the battlefield of Waterloo. Starting
out with the morning train from
Brussels, 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 thousand times
the whole scene recited accompanied us
over the field. There stood the old
Hougomont chateau, the walls denied
and scratched and broken and shattered
by grapeshot and cannon ball. There is
the we'll in which 500 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 wres-
tied. 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,
ingthere was hollow in the ground,
rolled over and down, troop after troop
tumbling into one awful mass of suffer
ing, 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.
"There,'' said our guide, "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 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 French dies on the
battlefield. From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the French
reinforcement, but he came not.
Around those woods Butcher was looked
hn 1iCl, 1Ct
in time he came up. Yonder is the field
where Napoleon stood, his arms through
the reins of the horses bride, dazed
and insane, trying to go back, - Scene
of battle that went on from 30 min
utes to 10 O'Clock on the 18th of June
until o'clock, when the English
seemed defeated, and their commander
cried out: "Boys, you can't think of
giving way? Remember old England I"
and the tides turned, and at s O'Clock
in the evening the man of destiny, who
was called by his troops Old Two Hun
dred Thousand, turned away with bro
ken 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 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
Apocalypse going out against the black
horse cavalry of death and the bat
talions of the demoniac and the myrmi-
dons of darkness. From IL o'clock at
noon to O'Clock in the afternoon the
greatest battle of the universe went on.