The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1898-04-13

fort to say something, but out or
three or four minutes of indistinct
utterance they can catch but three
words: my poor boy!" The simple
fact is she died for him. Life for
life. Substitution.
About 3S years ago there went forth
from our northern and southern homes
hundreds of thousands of men to do
battle. All the poetry OF war soon
vanished, and left them nothing but
the terrible prose. They waded knee
deep in mud. They slept in snow
banks. They marched till their cut
feet tracked the earth. They were
swindled out Of their honest rations,
dog. They had jaws fractured, and.
ewes extinguished,. and limbs shot
away. Thousands of them c-ied for
water as they lay on the field the
night after the battle ana got it not
They were homesick, and received no
message from their loved ones. They
died in barns, in bushes, in bitches,
the buzzards of the summer heat the
only attendants on their obsequies.
WHY did these fathers leave their
children and go to the front, and why
did these young men, postponng the
marriage day, start out into the prob
abilities of never coming back For
principle they died. Life for life.
Blood for Blood. Substitution.
But we need not go so far. What is
that monument in the cemetery? 1t
is to the doctors who fell in the south
ern epidemics. Why go? We're
there not enough sick to be attended
in these northern latitudes? Oh yes;
but the doctor puts few medical
books in his valise, and some walls
of medicine, and leaves his patients
here in the hands of other physicians,
and takes the rail train. Before he
gets to the infected regions he passes
crowded rail trains, regular ard. eX-
ira, taking flying and affrighted pop
ulations. He arrives in a city over
which a great horror is brooding. He
goes from couch to couch, feeling the
pulse and studying symptoms, and
prescribing day after day, night after
night, until fellow physician says:
Doctor, you had better go home and
rest; YOU look miserable" But he
cannot rest while so many are suffer
ing. On and on, until some morning
finds him in delirium, in which he
talks of home, and thel. rises and says
he must go and look after those pa
tients. He is told to lie down; but he
fights the attendants until he falls
back, and is weaker and weaker, and
dies for people with whom he had no
kinship. and far away from his own
family, and is hastily put away in a
strangers tomb, and only the fifth
part of newspaper line tells us OF
his sacrifice-his name just mentioned
among five. Yet he has touched the
furthest height of sublimity in that
three weeks of humanitarian service
He goes straight as, an arrow to the
bosom of him who said: Il was sick
and We visited me-" Life for life
Blood for blood. Substitution!
In the realm of the fine arts there
was as remarkable an instance. A
brilliant but unprecedented painter
Joseph William Turner, was met by 9
volley of abuse from all the art gal
, leries of Europe. His paintings
which have since won the applause
of all civilized nations, "The Fiftf
: Plague of Egypt" Fishermen on
: Lee Shore in Squally Weather" Gal
ais Pier" "The Sun Rising Through
the MIST" and dido Building Garth
7 age" were then targets for critics tt
. shoot at. In defense of this outrage
5 ously abused man, young autho
of "a years, Just one year out OF col
2 lege, came forth with his pen ant
, wrote the ablest and most famous es
| saw on art that the world ever saw, o
ever will see-John Rusliin's "Moderl
e Painters" For II years this autho
t fought the battles of the, maltreate'
: artist, and after, in poverty and brol;
, enheartedness, the painter had died
: and the public tried to undo thel
e cruelties toward him by giving him
: big funeral and burial in st. Paul
/ Cathedral, his old-time friend took ou
: of tin box 10000 pieces of paper con
n tanning drawings by the old painter
l and through many weary and uncom
J. pensated months assorted and al
h ranged them for the public observe
e ton. People say John Ruskin in hi
|. old days is cross, misanthropic an
morbid. Whatever he may do that h
:, ought not to do, and whatever he ma
/ say that he ought not to say betwee
d now and his death, he will leave thl
e world insolvent as far as it has an
+, capacity to pay this authors pen fo
n its chivalric and Christian defense c
It poor painters pencil. John Ruski
p for William Turner. Blood for bloc
A Substitution!
l. All good men have for centurie
IS been trying to tell who this subst
r tute was like, and every comparison
l. inspired and uninspired, evangelisti
l. prophetic, apostolic, and human, fal
d short, for Christ was the Great u
e like. Adam, type of Christ, becaus
p he came directly from God; Noah,
e type Of Christ, because he delivere
p his own family from deluge; Me
h chisedec, a type of Christ, becaus
n he had no predecessor or successor
IT Joseph, a type of Christ, because b
Ie was cast out by his brethren; Most
S, a type of Christ, because he was d.
a liverer from bondage; Joshua, a tyI
If of Christ, because he was conque
lie or; Samson, type of Christ, becau'
II of his strength to slay the lions an
IN carry off iron gates of impossibility
" Solomon, a type of Christ, in the a
ID fiuence of his dominion; Jonah, tyI
p of Christ, because of the stormy Sc
N in which he threw himself fors' tt
e. rescue of others; but put togeth'
re Adam, and Noah, and Melchisede
RS and Joseph and Moses, and Joshu
a and Samson, and Solomon, and Jol
IL ah, and they would not make fra
m ment of Christ, quarter of Chris
De the half OF Christ, or the milliont
ly part of Christ.
He forsook throne and sat dow
n on his own footstool. He came fro