The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1898-04-22

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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 chivalrio
and Christian defense of poor paint
er's pencil. John Ruskin for William
Turner. Blood for blood. SubStitu-
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
was old as human nature; but now or
a grander, wider, higher, deeper and
more Notwithstanding scale! The
shepherd boy, as a champion of Israel
with a 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 at Gods COM
mand agreed to sacrifice his son Isaac,
and the same God, just in time, had
provided ram of the thiclet as 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? Shall 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 sins of those to be re-
deemed under His one arm, and all
their sorrows under His other arm,
and said: Il 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, We
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 and 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 morning train from Brus-
sells, Belgium, we arrived in about an
hour on the famous spot. A son of one
who was in the battle, who had heard
from his father a 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 grape-shot and
which 800 dying and dead were pitch ed.
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 wrestled.
Yonder were the 160 guns of the En-
glish, ard the 250 guns of the French,
Yonder the Hanoverian hussars fed
for the woods,
Yonder was the ravine of Chain,
where the French cavalry, not know
ing there was 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 soldiers, the
human and the beastly grown kept up
until, the day after, all was shoyeled |
Under because of the malodor arising in |
hat hot month of June.
There, said our guide, 1.-The High
and regiments lay down on their faces |
waiting for the moment to spring upon |
he foe. In that orchard $500 men |
we're cut to pieces. Here stood Well |
ngton with white lips, and up that |
Knob rode Marshal Ney on his sixth
horse, five having been shot under him.
Here the ranks of the French broke,
md Marshal Ney, with his boot slashed |
If a sword, and his hat off, and his
ace covered with powder and blood,
,ried: Come and see how a mar
hal of France dies on the bat
lefeld.' From yonder direction
Irouchy was expected for the French
reinforcement, but he came not.
Around those woods Butcher was
ooked for to re-enforce the English,
md just in time he came up. Yonder
S the field where Napoleon stood, his
rms through the reins of the horses
,ridle, dazed and insane, trying
o go back" Scene of a battle
hat went on from % minutes
o IL o'clock on June IS
Until four o'clock, when the
english seemed defeated, and their
commander cried: Boys, you can't
hink of giving way? Remember old
1ngland!' and the tides turned, and at
light o'clock in the evening the maa of
Iestiny, who was called by his troops
I'D Two Hundred Thousand, turned
way with broken heart, and the fate
# centuries was decided.
No wonder a great mound has beeh
cared there-hundreds of feet high-a
mound at the expense of millions o!
ollars in rising, and on the top is the
.reat Belgian lion of bronze, and a
rand old lion it is. But our great
Waterloo was in Palestine. There
anne day when all hell
ode up, led by Apollyon, and
he Captain of our salvation con-
ronted them alone. The rider on the
White horse of the Apocalypse going