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COUNTING THE APPLE SEEDS.
Made rojr by tbe great log's light.
Beside the hearth uo winter night
Tbt flaming up lb i himnry dark,
Hit every cranny, every n .ok.
Upon the rug little loaid
Sat curled, in p.w demure and staid.
Ia pensive moud, with dreamy eyes
She ait, while up the chimney tiies
A thought with every fiery spark
Glinting and flashing through the dark.
Till with a nigh profound and de-p
She moves, as one moves in her sleep.
A rosy apple in her hand
A weight of thought seems to demand.
She taps it with a finder liylit.
Then carefully she takes a bite.
Another bite, now one, now two
The core is thus exposed to view.
Another sigh! what can it be.
My little maiil, that aileth thee?
Ah! what is this? Some incantation?
Muttered with such reiteration?
1 lark! as i a h seed her bright yes nee,
These are the words that come to me:
"One I love, two I lore.
Three I love. 1 say!
Four 1 love wiih all my heart,
Five I cast away."
Here a tear rolls brightly down.
What the Becret she has won.
Who can say? But just behind
Sounds a voice so soft and kind:
"Look spain! Thou must indeed
Find for me another seed!"
Rosier her bright cheeks plow
In the firelight's ruddy glow.
Sure enough! a culprit seed
Finds she in the core indeed
"From thy lips I faiu would hear
What the sixth one weans, my dear."
"Six he loves." she murmured low.
And the firelight's Bickering glow
Two ha";y faces now disclose
With chi cks ogiowing like the rose.
Hut here we'll let the curtain fall.
For the end is best of all.
It was .1 red letter (lay ill my life
when I wiiti first fait f In charge of a
"passenger." I'd worked my way tip
by BUfivsMive stages f rum the post of
cleaner in the shells, and. being al
ways a steady-going young fellow. 'had
reached fhe topmost rung of the lad
der sooner thiiii most. There was. per
haps, an ev.tra incentive in my i-sife, an
I was courting a little girl who was,
she bud told me, only waiting till 1
earned enough to make uie the happi
est of men.
To ! sure, I had a rival, Ernest De
val by name, who was "something In
the city" and possessed (he showy at
tractiveness and the art of insidious
flattery which sometimes lure fickle
minded women to forsake the true met
al for the plittering dross. I must
own be occasioned nie some alight
cause for jealousy, still, secure in the
knowledge of our mutual love and
' towing. Alice to be a sensible little
: I, I was on the whole as happy as
l. -t chaps who see their sweethearts
bu: ;:;ee or twice a week.
Sli -ad told me on more than one
oeoat.ou tlmt she wanted nothing to do
with him, but In spite of her obvious
dislike he persisted In persecuting her
with hi attention!, and only the day
before the incidents happene! which I
am about to relate I had found It nec
essary myself to display the finder of
Alice to him with my ring upon it, to
his Ill-concealed chagrin and evident
On the next night I was, as usual,
ordered to take out the sleeping saloon
express to the north. My mate had
secured the couplings, the old engine
was panting and snorting like a thing
of life, as If eager for the coming jour
ney, and the bustle on the i)iarfwrm
had subsided. The signals were right
and I had my hand on the throttle
only waiting for the "right away"'
when, just as the green light was dis
played, a cab rattled info the station,
from which an excited man mistily
jumped. Flinging some money to the
driver, he rushed along the platform
arid sprang into the first compartment
of the train, the next one to the en
gine, just as I pressed the lever and
my fireman had loosened the brake.
We bad hardly begun to move when
another man, who had been waiting
on the station. In the shadbw of a pil
lar, ami I knew as Detective Jobson,
of Scotland Yard, sprang to the car
riage an 1 ejaculating. "Thought I
should nab you here, my beauty!" en
deavored to enter. I was busy getting
under way, bin my mate told me that
the man in the carriage struck the de
tective In tbe face and forced blm off
the footboard. Ilix lint flew off in the
struggle and fell between the platform
and the moving train, but the officer,
determined not to lose his quarry, was
up again In an Instant, and though tbe
carriage were flying past him, be
sprang npon tbe footlioard of the last
coach, heeding not the cries of tbe ex
cited porters and terrified onlookers;
and Just an the train cleared tbe plat
form he aaw the guard lean forward
from tbe open door, and grasping tbe
man by tbe arms, as 1st him into the
The fugitive in the first conch saw
the detective's disappearance also, and
his bloodless face blanched a shade
"Great snakes!" exclaimed tbe fire
man, drawing in his breath with a
harp hlsa, "tlmt was a narrow share.
Jobson means to hare that chap some
how, and have him be will. I wonder
what he's wanted for. He'll never reach
the landing- stage thla Journey, that's
a desitt cert r
-No;" skl I; "they'll bar Mm at
Crew rWrt enough. Poorbefgarl He
B-Jf k 0$cnte ffbt for tt. aaflMwr
Vj SMMr," aa wa eaJM It,
t?Tl falfM UwMS Orwww wltftv
C ttrt3aa ia tart
, r "cmcsesa. vxaatw w toft
1a waiting to take it "up" exprcMi la
ter in the morning. I knew that as
soon as we reached Crewe there would
ts a crowd of policemen waiting to
search tbe train from end to end. JoI--on
was up to bis work, and tbe tele
graph would be flicking its warning
message a moment or two after we had
passed through tbe first station.
It was not the only capture, by any
means, I had witnessed this astute of
ficer make, and tbe desairins faces of
the men, roblied of the last hope of es
cape, the jitvow of tbe criminal's -ell
already upon them, came into my mind
as we rushed pat Willemlen, and look
ing backward for a moment In the fit
ful light I saw the fateful piece of ja-
per flutter from the detective's hand.
Tbe officials would understand the
significance of that scribbled message,
an 1 unless Providence miraculously in
terposed the man nan doomed. To
leave the train as it flew through the
night at the rate of fifty mihw an hour
was Impossible. One man bad done so
oui-e, but his body was found mangled
beyond recognition on the track in the
morning. There was no escape, and
with such passing thoughts I dismissed
the matter and coin-cntt-ated my atten
tion on the work in hand.
Suddenly I was startled by an ejacu
lation of horror from my mate.
"Iook. I5en!" be shouted, bis eyes
starting out fro::i bis head as be gazed
into tbe dim light which surrounded
the train like a haze, "the fool w ill kill
I turned, and though I prided myself
on my steely nerves, tbe sight that
met my eyes sent a cold thrill down my
lwck and made me lean against tbe
brake for support.
The man bad swung himself out of
the end of the carriage and was en
deavoring to work bis way, in face of
tbe terrific back draught, toward us.
Kvery moment I expected to see bim
torn from his precarious bold anil dash
ed to pieces on the lines, but with the
tenacity of a leech he clung to the
handle of the door while be leaned for
ward to grasp some new support. Sud
denly a distant roar burst on our terri
fied cars. Sly mate turned, bis faci
as white as milk, and the iicrsplration
standing on his forehead.
"Merci't;! powc - !" ! n jn a
harsh, il . irdant voice, "the -up' mail!
Heaven have mercy on him!" and be
bid his face In his hands, as with a
deafening shrii k we flew toward each
other and crashed past in the da.-k-
lief.-i, but above the din I fancied 1
beard the wild scream of terror as the
wretched man realized his horrible
er;l. It was a lull minute before 1
could turn my throbbing head behind.
With a feeling of sickness that was
new to me I peered through the glass.
Thank Cod!" I ejaculated fervently,
as tbe blood rushed through the veins
once more. There, with bis body press
ed flat against the oscillating surface,
still stood the man who had been so
near to an awful death. Slowly be
moved bis head in our direction ami
with an expression of grim resolution
be pulled himself together. With liat-
ed breath we wondered what he would
do next. As far as we could see his
way was sfivpd, but, undeterred, be
steadied himself, and, reaching for
ward, felt around the corner of the
Unexpectedly vm band encountered
one of the steps by which the Uieti
mount to the roof, and though we
could not see bis face distinctly, we
fancied be set his lips In a terrible
smile of accomplished purpose, us be
clutched It and with a diwperate ef
fort pulled himself to the end of the
footboard and round Into comparative
safety on to the couplings between the
tender and the coach.
"By Jove!" Kill exclaimed, when at
last, the tension removed from his
nerves, he could spnk. "He's a good
plucked 'uu, an' no mistake. But
what's bis rnie, I wonder?"
"The madman Is coming on the en
gine," I burst out excitedly, divining
his Intention im I saw bis head appear
for a brief Instant above the coal.
"Anyhow, we can't sett him commit
suicide without raising a band to stop
blm," be returned, and began to scram
ble over the coal, where 1 saw him
stoop down and grasp the man, drag
ging bim with an almost superhuman
effort on fo the tender, where he sank
down utterly exhausted.
Coming forward my mate threw open
the stoke hole with the Inteutiono7 re
plenishing the lire ami the ruddy glow
from the raging furnace within lit ip
the tender from end to end.
"Good heavens!" I ejaculated, as my
eyes met the luiggard face of the r
cued delinquent "Krnest Deval!" and
my nerveless band fell from the polish
"Iten!" he gasped, wonderlngly, his
wild eyes encountering mine, as he
struggled toward us.
My Hps refused to frame the ques
tions that tumult uously arose to them
and my mate silently banded me bis
"Take a drink," he said, curtly, "and
pull yourself together."
I complied readily. The cool draught
brought me round somewhat and I re
sumed control of tbe engine.
"Now, Mr. Demi," I shouted, hotly,
"perhaps you will le good enough to
explain tbe meaning of the little game
you've been playing to-night, but let
me tell yon. If you think you've fur
thered your chances of es-ape you'n;
"Yes, mate," Bill uternly remarked,
"yon haven't done a lot for yourself by
"Benr he at last jerked forth, gasp
ing for breath, bis bloodshot eyes wan
dering round tbe eab aad Into tbe dark
ness aa we Bow along. "Boa, Pre boon
a fool yon saw tbo dotoctivo on mj
tiack-te'a la the traia now Pro boon
bettlBff-aad' ytra laow-tho books at
tarsOu fiaasl owt tab uratf Pro
flotf far'aty UlwftM yafw hasp to
grrtf C 'arT5wr a fc ItStrv
' . ,' 1,1'- 1 "t I " '. tut '
j erir.a wretch fell down helpless and
cuispeo 111 J anerw.
"Iou't talk nonsense, man," I an
swered, roughly; "what you ask Is an
luisstiibllity. My duty as a servant
of the company is to band you over
to the authorities w ho will be waiting
for you at I'rewe; beside, your owu
sciim should tell you there is no place
to bide a child here."
"Oh, yes," aikled my mate, grimly;
"you're every bit as bad off as if you
were sitting on them comfortable cush
ions in the i-arriage there. I wouldn't
give much for your cbanc-e."
"But you can help me if you like!"
he screamed, his eager face upturned
and the hunted expression of a wild
animal at bay iu bis eyes. "Slow up
the train a little you can do it. I've
nioiiey-I will give you ."0 lu(j any
thing you like." and he pulled out a
handful of glittering gold.
"It can't In- done, I tell you," I re
plied, shaking myself free from his
grasp. "(Jet up ami be a man. You've
made your bed and you will have to
lie iu It. No man ou this earth con!.!
get out of this scrnM. so make the best
Seeing that I was immovable, be
ttved bis attention to Kill, and I saw
:iui proffer a handful of gold. Mr fire
man turned his back and .busied him
self with bis duties. "Ira no use.
matey." I heard blm say. "if Ben says
It can't be done if can't, and that's
the cud of it. I'm sorry for yer. for
you're a rattling good-plucked 'nn."
The despairing creature detected the
tone of commiseration In Bill's voice,
and redoubled his entreaties.
"If it could be done I'd do it" Bill
murmured. "I've got a wife and six
kids to look after at home, anil that
brass would come In useful, but there "
and he cast his ey. ar..niid the tender.
Suddenly they lit up with a peculiar
light, and. turning t m,( . ., ,
ogetically: "Ben. I dou'i ask you o
have any hand in tl, aI ;,n' y
knows nothing about it. If the worst
comes to the worst, we enforced yer to
silence, and all I says Is this: Will y.i
give me a chance to get the beggar oft? '
I think I ciin do It without danger to ;
you or me. .Ml ! aks yer to do is i, ,
know nothing about it. Wb.ii .
Well. I!:!!," I remarked, "I b;-ir the '
fellow no love, as you can see. bin "f
by keeping silent 1 (-n;i do vmi n good
turn to the tune of i.'i) vou can dt-
petid on me. though I must riy I lou t i
see how ,ou can possibly do the t'icl:." :
"j on put jour money on me." r-
turiied smilingly, as he gripped my
ii-uuii iu uie eii'l ot Tile
tender with Iieval.
We had left Stafford behind some
time since, and if nothing happened
shlmhl run Into Crewe In another I wea-ty-hve
minutes or so. Having to do
Bill's work as well as control the en
g'ne, I hd my hands pretty full and
(luring the next ten minutes I w:is fully
occupied. At the cud of that time Pill
rejoined me, and threw open the fur
nace doors once more. I looked around
the engine. Deval had disappeared!
Not a vestige or sign of his visit re
mained, but Bill's pocket bulged Con
siderably, and his grimy face was ex
panded lit a broad grin.
A few minutes Inter we slowed up at
our dcslitiafi ii for t'le night. There
they were, Just as I had expected, (.me
jioliccman at the station gates and five
or six stationed along the platform.
Before we bad quite stopped out
jumps Jobson and rushes up the train.
As the sergeant threw open the door
of the compartment Ieval had occu
pied we saw an expression of conster
nation cross the face of the bewildered
detective, but, quickly regaining his
composure, lie superintended the ex
amination with a practiced eye. My
mate had unfastened the couplings, and
we were Just Z!fT to tbe sheds when
Jobson approached the engine,
"Ben." be queried anxiously, "did
you see anything extraordinary on th--way
down? I've lweu sold nicely, and
"I don't have time to see anything ex
cept signals ahead when I'm in charge
of an express." I returned, unceremo
niously. "Did you see anything. Bill?"
"('au't say as I did," Bill auswered
artlessly. "Have you lost your man,
"I have so," replied the officer. "I
expect be dropped off somewhere."
"If he did he's it goner for certain."
said Bill. "We were never under fifty
since we left Wlllesdeu.' ' j
"I'll look along the track for blm go
ing back." I remarked. "Are you go
ing on or back with the morning mall?"
"I hardly knuw," lie returned, disap
pointedly. "Well, thank you. anyhow. '
"Good-night, or, rather, good-momlng."
And he made Ills way to the telega nib
We returned bis salutation and stenm
ed off to the sheds. j
"What did I tell yer?" said Bill, Joy- '
ously. "We drop him outside and let i
bim lake bis chance." '
'Then he Is on the engine?" I asked,
a we pulled up.
For answer Bill got off and went to
see If the cojLst was clear. Returning
in Ave minutes, he proceeded tq tbe
rear of the tender and carefully lifted
up a large piece of coal. Underneath
was the head of Deval! Bill bad art
fully walled bim In against tbe side,
nod in such a manner as to defy sus
picion, little bit being scattered about
In the most natural way possible.
Did I ever hear from him again? Oh,
yes. Alsmt two years afterward a let
ter reached me one morning from Co
lombia, Inclosing a Bank of England
note for f 100. It was from Deval, and
In It he told how he had succeeded In
doubling on Jila trucks to Birmingham,
aad thence had worked down to Houth
anapton, la diagtiUea. and apt clear
away. H eipreraM the hop (bit AH
and rnyaatf wtfanAOTlly waddJdahS
bogged . to fcaap-t&t nota aalTt H
m vaiKiat ta aw laat-bom oUUr
A GREAT SACRIFICE.
REV. DR. TALMAGE ILLUSTRATES
Be Eiplaina tbe Theory of Vicarious
acri6ce-Tbe lilood of Chrmt Cm
of t-abatltntion Life (or Life
Frequence of fcnffrriag for Other.
Our Wachineton I'olnit.
From many conditions of life Dr. Tal
niage. in hi sermon, dra graphic illus
trations of one of the wihlimest theories
of rcligiou--i.auiely. Ocarimis sacrifice.
His text was lli biv i is.. "Without
shedding of blood is mi remission."
Jotiu it. Whit tier, the bst of the great
uhisd of Anicri. an ets that made the
last quarter of a century brilliant, asked
me in the White Mountains one morning
after prayers, in which 1 had given out
'owM-r' f 11 unci s hymn about the "foun
tain filled with bl.ssl." "Do juts really
lielieve there is a liternl application of the
bl.sid of Christ to the soul?" My negative
reply then is my negative reply now. The
I'uMc statement agrees with all physi
cians, and nil physiologist, and Mo scien
tists, in Miring tlmt the hisd is tiie life,
am) in the 'hritiiiti religion it means
simply that Christ's lite was given for our
life. Heme all this talk of men who say
the Bible story of blood is dign"tiiig and
that the don't want what they mil a
"slaughter house religion" only shows
their iuciip.'ici'y or unwillingness to look
through the figure of s(ec h toward the
thing signified. The blood that, on the
darkest Friday the world ew-r saw, oozed
or trickled or iured from the brow, ami
the side, and the hands, and the feet of
the illustrious sufferer, buck of Jerusalem.
In a few hours coagulated and dried up
and forever disappeared, and if man hud
depended mi the applicnt'oii of the liternl
Idooil of Christ there vjoiild net have Is-eu
a soul saved for the hist eihtun cen
In order to unb rstiind this rl word of
my te.vt we only have to exercise as much
common sense in religion us we do in
e. Tithing eie. I'iing for pang, hunger
f-.r hunger, fatigue f..r fiit-gne, tear for
tear. Idood for blood, life for life, we see
ciery day illustrated. The act of substi
t si I'll is no novelty, although I bear men
talk as though the idea of I'hrist's suffer
ing substituted for our suffering Here
something abnormal, noun-thing distress
ingly odd. something wildly eccentric, a
solitary epio.ie iu the world's history,
w lien I could take you out itiirv this city,
ami l.-fore sundown ttint ou to ."ski
case of substitution ami voluntary -1 1 f -fering
of one iu behalf of another.
At - u' lo. -k to morrow afternoon go
among the plaeew of business or tod. It
will be mi ililliriiit thing for you to find
limn who. by their looks, slum you that
they lire overw orked. Tlmr are premature
ly old, They are hastening rapidly to
ward their decease. They have gone
through crises in business that shuttered
their nervous system and pulled on the
brain. They have a shortness of breath
and a pain in the back of the head, and
at night an insomnia that alarms them.
Why are they drudging at business early
and late? For fun? .No; it would ( dif
ficult to extract any amusement out of
that exhaustion, liecausc they are av
aricious? In many cast no. I'.ecnnse
their own personal expenses are lavish?
No: a few hundred dollars would meet
all their wants. The simple fact is the
in Ji li is enduring nil thai fatigue and i i
HsjM.rafiiiit and wear ami tear to keep his
home pross-rotis. There is an invisible
line reaching from that store, from that
bank, from that shop, front that scaffold
ing, to a quiet scene a few blis ks a way,
a few miles away, and there is the secret
of that business endurance. He is simply
the champion of a homestead, for which
lie wins bread and wardrobe and educa
tion and pros-rity. and in such battle
Hi.ikhi men fall. Of ten business men
whom I bury, nine die of overwork for
others. Koine sudden disease finds them
With no wpr of resistance, and they
are gone. Life for life, bbsid for blood.
At 1 o'clock to-morrow morning, the
hour when shindier is most uninterrupted
and most profound, walk amid the dwell
ing houses of the city. Here and there
you will find a dim light tHs tiuse it is the
household custom to keep a sulidtied light
In, ruing, but most of the houses from I .use
to top are as dark as though uninhabited.
A merciful iod lias sent forth the arch
angel of sleep, and he puts his wings over
tlieeity. Cut yonder is a clear light burn
ing, and outside on the window casement
is a glass or pitcher containing Om.iI for a
sick rhilil. The food is set in the fn-sh
air. This is the sixth night that mother
has sat ii(i with that sufferer. She lias to
the last point obeyed the physician's pre
scription, not giving a drop ton much or
too little, or a moment ! soon or too lute.
She la very anxious, for she has buried
three children with the same disease, and
she prays and weeps, each prayer and sob
ending with B kiss of the pale cheek. I'.y
dint of kindness she gets ihe little one
through the ordeal. After it i oil over
the nmther is taken down. Brain or ner
vous fever net iii. Mini one day she leaves
the convalescent child with n mother's
blessing and goea up tu join the three iu
the kingdom of heaven. Life for life.
Substitution! The fact is that there are
an uncounted nuinls-r of metiers who.
after they linve navigated a large family
of children through all the diseasea of In
fancy Btid got them fairly started up the
flowering slope f boyhood and girlhood,
have only tr u;. enough left to die.
They fade away. Some call it coristiinp.
tinli, some call it iiervoua prostration,
some call it intermittent or malarial indis
position, but 1 call it martyrdom of the
domestic circle. Life for life. Wood for
A Hacrlflclna; Mother.
Or perhaps a mother linger long
enough to see a aon get on the wrong
road, and his former kindness becomes
ronh reply when she expresses anxiety
about him. Hut she g(s right on, look
ing carefully after bia apparel, remember
ing his every birthday with some memen
to, and, when be is brought borne, worn
out with dissipation, nurses him till he
gets well sod starts tilin again and hoists
and expects and prays snd counsels and
suffers until ber strength gives out snd
she fails. She ia going, and attendants,
bending over her pillow, auk her if she
hss any message to leave, and sbe makes
great effort to say something, bat out of
three or four minutes of indistinct utter
aaee tkejr ran ratfh but three words, ''My
poor boyr The simple fact is she died
for him. Ufa for Ufa, (substitution!
A hoot thlrty-aii years ago there wont
forth from oar Norther aad gowthsra
a a awadrssw f rbomsaads f atoe a
a aaafe let mtr eaaatry. AJI atop?
ef war anon vanished and left them noth
ing but the terrible prose. They waded
kins deep in mud: they slept in snow
banks; they niarclied till their cut feet
tracked the earth: they were swindled out
of their holiest ratiooa and lived on meat
not fit for a dog; they had jaws all frac
tured, uad eves extinguished, and limbs
hot away. Thousands of them cried for
water as they lay dying on the field tbe
night after the battle and got it not. They
were homesick and received no message
from their loved ones. They dh-d In barns.
ill bushes, in ditches, the Ionian Is of the
auuiiner heat the only attendants on their
obsequies. No one but the infinite (iod,
w ho know every thins, knows the ten-
thousandth part of the length and breadth
am depth and height of the anguish of
the Northern and Southern battlefields.
Why did these fathers leave their chil
dren and go fo the front, and why did
these young men, postponing the marriage
day, start out into the jirohahililies of
never coming back? For the country they
died. Life for life. Blood for blood.
Cae of Hero;am.
But we need not go so far. What is
that monument in tlrcenwissi? It is to
the doctors who fell in the Southern epi
demics. Why go'; Were there not eimtigh
sick tu l attended in these Northern lati
tudes; till, yes! But the doctor puts a
few medical lsiks iu bis valise and some
vials of medicine and lea re his patients
here iu the hands of other physicians and
takes the rail train. Before he gets to
the infected regions be passes crowded
rail trains, regular and extra, taking the
flying and aff righted (Herniations. He ar
rives in a city over which a great horror
is broisling. He goes from couch to couch,
fiH-ling of the pulse and studying symp
toms and prescribing day after day. night
after night, until a fellow physician says:
"iLs-tor. you had better go home and rest.
You hsik miserable." But he cannot rest
while so ninny are suffering. 'n and
I on, until some morning finds him in a de.
liiiuui, iu which he talks of home, and
then rises and says he must go and look
after those patients. He is told to lie
down, but be fights bis attendants until
he falls buck and is weaker and weaker
and dies for people with whom he had no
kinship, and far away from his ow n fam
ily, and is hastily put away in a stranger's
tomb, Biid only the fifth part of a news
1 n-r line telia us of his sa rilice, his
name just being mentioned among tive.
Vet he lias touched the farthest heigiii of
sublimity iu that three weeks of hiiuuini
turinii service. He goes straight as nn
arrow to the bosom of him who said, "I
was sick, and e visit.sl me." Life for
life. Itlicd for blood. Substitution!
Ill 'he legal profession I see the same
principle of aclf-kticriib-c. In Isbi Will
jam I'l'is-tnaii, a pHUt-HZcd and idiot!"
negro, was at Auburn. N. V-, on trial
He had slain the entire Van Nest fam
ily. The foaming wrath of the communi
ty could be U pt off him only by armed
constables. Who would volunteer to lu
lus counsel? No attorney n anted to sac
rifice his popularity by such an ungrate
ful task. A!) were silent, save one, a
young lawyer, with feeble Voice, that
could hardly be heard outside the bar,
pale and thin and aw kw ard. It w as Will
iam II. Seward, who snw that the prison
er was idiotic and irresuisible and ought
to Is- put in an asylum rather than put tu
death, the heroic counsel uttering these
"I speak now In the hearing of a people
who have prejudged the prisoner and con.
dciitticd me for pleading iu his U-half. He
is a convict, a pauper, a negro, without
intellect, sense or emotion. My child,
with an (ifTtH-tionate smile, disarms my
careworn face of its frown whenever I
cross my threshold. The beggar iu the
street oblige me to give lwcause he says.
'1 Iod bless youT as I pas. My dog
iareses me with fondness if I will but
smile on him. My horse rci-ognizc me
when I fill his manger. What reward,
what gratitude, what sympathy and a, (Tee.
lion can I expect here? There the (iris
oner sits. lok at bim. at the
assemblage around you. Listen to their
ill suppressed censures and their excjii!
fears and tell me where among my neigh
Isirs or my fellow men, where, even iu
his heart, 1 can expect to find a sentiment,
a thought, not to any of reward or of
acknowledgment, or even of recognition?
f ientlctneii. you may think of this evi
dence what you please, bring in what ver-dii-t
you run, but I aaservafe before heav
en and you that, to the best of my knowl
islge and belief, the prisoner at the bar
iloes not at this moment know why It is
that my shadow falls on you instead of
his ow n."
The gallows got its victim, but the post
mortem examination of the poor creature
showed to all the surgeons and to all the
world that the public was wrong, that
Williiuu li, Seward was right, and that
hard, stony step of obloquy in the Auburn
court risiiii was the first step of the stairs
of fame up which he went to the top, nr
to within one step of the top, that lut
denied him through the treachery of
American sditic. Nothing suhlimer was
ever si-en in an American court nsuii than
William H. Seward, without reward,
standing between the fury of the upubice
and tbe loathsome imbecile. Substitu
tion! What Hiiskln bid.
In the realm of the tine arts there was
as n-markable an Distance. A brilliant
but hysrerilicfaed painter, Joseph
lam Turner, was met by a volley of abuse
from all the art galleries of KurnH. His
paintings, which hare since won Hip ap
plause of all civiligml nations "The Fifth
I'lsgue of Fgypt." "Fishermen ou a Iee
Shore in Squally Weather," "Calais
I'inr." "The Sun Itislng Through Mist"
and "Itido Building Carthage" were
then targets for critics to shoot at. In
defense of this outrageously abused man.
a young author of 'l years just one year
out of college, came forth with his pen
and wrote the ablest and most famous
essays ou art that the world ever aw,
or ever will see lolin Kuskin's "Modem
I'ainters. For seventeen years this au
thor fought the battles of the maltreated
artist, and after, in porerty and broken
henrfcdiicss. the painter hud died, and the
public tried lo undo their cruelties to
ward him by giving him a big funeral
and burial in St. Paul's Cathedral, his
old-time friend took out of a tin box !!,
(SSI pieces of paper containing drawings
by the old painter, and through many
weary and nn-onisisated months assort
ed snd arranged them for public observa
tion. .People say John Ituskin in bis old
dsys is cross, misanthropic snd morbid
Whatever he may do that he ought not to
t, snd whatever he may ssy that he
ought not to ssy between now aad his
death, he wilt leave this world Insolvent
as far as It has any rapacity to pay this
atftba' pea far Ma rMvaMc aad Ohrta-
tiaa defease of a poor paioteB
Jofca Boakla far WUMssa Taraor.
far Mood -AakatSftajilaajl - - -
What an exslting principle tbi which
leads one to suffer for soother! Nothing
so kindles enthusiasm, or awakens elo-quctii-c,
ur chimes poetic canto, or moves
nations. The principle ia the dominant
one in our religion Christ the martyr,
Christ the celestisl hero. Christ tbe de
fender, Christ the substitute. No new
principle, for it was as old as human na
ture, but now on a grander, wider, higher.
dises-r and more world resounding scale.
The shephtrd boy as a champion for Is
rael with a sling toppled the giant of
Philistine braggadocio in the dust, hot
here is another I lav id. who, for all the
armies of churches militant ami trium
phant, hurls the (ioliatb of h nlnion into
defeat, the crash of his hraxcu armor like
au explosion at Hell (late. Abraham hail
at tiisi's command agreed to sacrifice his
son Isaac, ami the same iod just iu time
had provided a ram of the thicket aa a
substitute, but here is another Isaac
bound to the altur. and no hand arrests
the sharp edges of laceration and death,
and the universe shivers and quakes and
recoils ami groaus at the horror.
All giMsl men have for centuries been
trying to tell who this substitute was
like, and every comparison, inspired and
uninspired, evangelistic, prophetic, ass
tolic and human, fulls short, fur Christ
was the Ureal ( nlike. Adam a tyse of
Christ because he came directly from I Iod.
Noah a tyM of Christ l-ecausc he deliv
ered his own family from the deluge,
-leh hisi dec a type of Christ Isecanse he
had no prileeessor or suceeWHor, Joseph
a t)s- of Christ because he was cast out
by his brethren, Moses a type of Christ
because he was a deliverer from bond
age. Sauis.ui a tyjie of Christ because of
his strength to slay the lion ami carry off
the iron gates of Impossibility, Solomon
a type of t'hrist in the atfhience of his
dominion, Jonah a lyw of Christ ln--cause
of the stormy si-a an which he threw
himself f,,r the rescue of others, but put
together Adam and Nojih and Mclchisedee
and Joseph am Moses and Joshua and
Samson and Solomon and Jonah, and they
would not make a fragment of a Christ,
a quarter of a Christ, the half of a Christ,
or the millionth part of a Christ.
W hat ( hri.t Hid.
He fi.rook a throne ami sat dow n on his
own footstool. He came from the top of
glory to the bottom of humiliation and
changed a circumfi ri iht seraphic for s
circumference diabolic. Once wailed on
by angels, now hissed at by brigands.
Fn.m afar high up he came down; pa!
meteors swifter thun thev; l.v starry
thrones, h.mse.f more lusiroiis: na-t larger
worlds lo smaller worlds; down stairs of
lirmnmcnts. and from cloud to cloud, and
through in top and into the earners
stall, to thrut his shoulder under our bur
delis and luke the hitices of pain through
his vitals, and wrapped himself iu all the
agonies which we deserve for our mis-
!oing, and stood oti the splitting decks
of a foundering esi amid the drenching
surf of the sea. and msed midnight ,,n
the mountains amid wild beasts of prey,
and sto.sl at the point where nil earthly
iirnl infernal hostilities charged on him
at once with their keen sabers our sub
stitute! When did attorney ever endure so much
for a pauper client, or physician for the
patient in the lazaretto, or mother for the
child in mi-branous croup, as Christ for
us, as t hrit for you. ns Christ for me?
Shall any man or woman or child in this
audiems- who has ever suffered for anoth
er find it hard to understand this Christly
suffering for ns? Shall those whose sytn
pat hies hare Imh-i, w rung In behalf of the
unfortunate hare noapprcclation of that
one moment which was lifted out of all
the BSCS of eternity ns Uiost siisicuoiis
when Christ gathered up all the sins of
those to be redeemed under his one arm
and all hi sorrows under his mher arm
and said: "1 nil atone for these under
my right arm ami will heal all those under
inr left arm. Strike me with all thy glll-
ttrnig shafts, o eternal justh-e! Koll
er me with all thy surges, ye means of
sorrow. And the thunderbolts struck
him from above, and the seas of trouble
rolled iiji from beneath, hurricane after
hurricane, and cyclone after cyclone, ami
then and there in presence of heaven and
earth and hell -yea. all worlds witnessing
the price, Ihe bitter price, the trau-
seemlem price, the awful price, the glo
rious price, ihe infinite price, the eternal
price, was paid that sets us free.
That is what Paul means, that is what
I mean, flint Is what nil those who have
ever had their hearts changed mean by
"blood." I glory in this religion of blood.
I am thrilled as I see the suggestive color
In sacramental cup, whether it be of bur
nished silver set on cloth immaculately
white, or rough hewn from wkm set on
table in log hut meeting house of the wil
derness. Now I nm thrilled as I see the
altars of ancient sacrifice crimson with
the blood of the slain lamb, and lvilicus
is to me not so much the Old Testament
ns the New, Now I see why the destroy
ing angel, passing over Egypt iu the night,
spared all those houses that had blood
sprinkled on their dooris.sls. Now I know
what Isaiah menus when he sM-aks of
"one in red k-iparcl coming with dyed
garments from Bosrab," and whom the
Aicnypi,e means when it describes a
heavenly chieftain whose "vestute was
dipped in bhsid." and what Vetcr, the
iiiMistle. means when 'he sjrf-nks of the
irecious lilisjd that Cleanseth from nil
lin." and what the old, worn out, decrepit
missionary Paul menus when, in my text,
he cries, "Without shedding of blood is
no remission." By that blissl you and I
will be saved or never saved at all. (ilory
be to liisl that the bill hm k of Jerusalem
was the battlefield on which Christ achiev
ed our liberty!
Our great Waterloo was In Palestine.
There came a dny when all hell rode up.
h-d by Apoflyini, and the captain of our
salvation nuifroiited them alone. The
rider on the white horse of the Apocalypse
going out against the blink horse cav
alry of death, and the battalions of the
demoniac, and the tuyroildouia of dark
ness. From l'J o'clock at noon to 3 o'clock
in the afternoon the greatest battle of the
universe went on. F.lcriinl destinies were
being decided. All the arrow of hell
pierced onr chieftain, and the bottleaxes
struck him, until brow and cheek snd
shoulder snd hand snd foot were lucania
dined with ooxlng life, but be fought on
until he gave a final stroke, snd the com
mander In chief of hell and all his forces
fell back In everlssting ruin, and the vic
tory is ours. And on the mound that cele
brates the trinmph we plant this day two
figures not In brnute or iron or sculptured
marble, but two figures of IWlag light, the
lion of J sdah's tribe, and the lamb that
The Quoen of Portugal'! madlcal li
brary u the boat ot Its kind la Fortt
caL aad aha ia aaJd to kaow aa mach
about Datdlctaa aad aargary aa aaj t
tka phyalirlaai bar eoaatry. -
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