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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. -Sacramento Union. DEVAIS ESCAPE. 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 mortification. 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 ran. The fugitive in the first conch saw the detective's disappearance also, and his bloodless face blanched a shade paler. "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 woCi. hw 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 himself!" 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 coach. 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 ed 'lever. "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 can. "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; wroug." "Yes, mate," Bill uternly remarked, "yon haven't done a lot for yourself by coming here." "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 of it." 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 . now .' 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 no mistake." "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, Mr. Jobson'" "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 offh-e. 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 laMteCltBSI : A GREAT SACRIFICE. REV. DR. TALMAGE ILLUSTRATES THE ATONEMENT. 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 t uric. Voluntary Miffrrinir. 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. Substitution! 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 blood. Substitution! 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. Substitution! 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 for murder. 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 beautiful words: "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! Waterloo, 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 was slain. 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