The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-30

Gu- by mis- Feet u4lELerel or the noun
tain Way-by his back whipped until the
skin came of. b. his death-couch Of four
spikes. Two for the hands and Two COR
the feet-by mis- sepulchre in which for
the FIRST time for thirty-three years the
cruel world let him alOne-and by the
heavens from which ne now bends In COM
passion, Offering pardon and peace, and
life eternal to all your souls. / beg OF you
put down your all at his feet.
saw one hanging on a tree
In agony and blood,
Who fixed his languid eyes on me
As near his cross l stood.
Oh. never till my latest breath.
VIII l forget that look;
1t seemed TO charge me with his death,
Though not word he spoke.
In the troubled times of Scotland. Sir
John Cochrane was condemned 10 death
by the king. The death warrant was on
the way. Sir John Cochrane was bidding
farewell 10 his daughter Grizel az the
prison door. He said: Farewell. my
darling child ! must die His daughter
said: NO. father, you shall not die
But" he said, the king is against me.
and the law is after me, and the death
warrant is on its way. and / must die; DO
not deceive yourself, my dear child The
laughter said: Father, you shall not
die" as she left the prison gate At
night on the moOrs Of Scotland, a disguis-
ed wayfarer stood awaiting for the horse
man carrying the mail-bags containing
the death warrant. The disguised war
farer, as the horse came by, clutched the
DEl4le ana shouted 10 the TileE-LO the
man VINO carried the mail bags: Dis
mount% He felt for his arms, and was
about to shoot, but the Wayfarer 1erked
him from his saddle and he fell fiat. The
wayfarer picked up the mail bags, put
them on his shoulder and vanished in the
darkness, and fourteen days were thus
gained LOT tne prisoner Ire, uuTlhS
which the father confessor was plead
ing for the pardon Of Sir John COchrane.
The second time the death warrant is on
it's way. The disguised Wayfarer comes
a "a 81 G q a f.
tie Wine starts on across the mOOrs, and
they say: Poor man, to have to go out
on such stormy night; II IS dark and
you will lose yourself on the moors."
"Oh. no." he says, Il will not" He
trudged on and stopped amid the bram-
bles and waited for the horseman to come
death warrant of Sir John Cochrane. The
mail carrier spurred on his steed, for he
was fearful because of what had occurred
on the FORMER Journey, spurred on his
steed, when suddenly through the storm
and through the darkness there was a
flash of firearms and the horse became
unmanageable, and as the mail carrier
discharged his pistol in response, the
horse flung him, and the disguised way
overthrow rider and said: Surrender
noW!' The mail carrier surrendered his
arms, and the disguised Wayfarer put
upon his shoulders the mail bags. leaped
darkness, gaining fourteen more days for
the poor prisoner, Sir John COchrane; and
pardon had come from the king. The
door of the prison was swung open, and
Sir John COchrane was free. One day,
when he was standing amid his friends,
they concentrating him the DISGUISED
wayfarer appeared at the gate and he
said, admit him right away" The dis
guised Wayfarer came in and said: Here
are two letters; read them, sir, and cast
them into the fire" Sir John Cochrane
read them: They were his two death war
rants, and he threw them into the fire.
Then said Sir John Cochrane: ITO whom
am / indebted? Who is this poor way
And the wayfarer pulled aside and pulled
off the jerkin and the cloak, and the hat
and 10! IL was Grizel, the daughter of
Sir John Cochrane. Gracious heavenp'
he cried, my child, my savior, my own
Grizel!' But a more thrilling story. The
death-warrant had come forth from the
King of heaven and earth The death
warrant read: THE soul that sinneth it
shall die The death-warrant coming on
the black horse of eternal night. We
must die! We must diel But breasting the
storm and putting out through the dark
ness was disguised wayfarer who gripped
by the bride the on-coming doom and
flung 1t back, and put his wounded and
bleeding foot on the overthrow rider.
Meanwhile pardon flashed from the throne,
and Go free! Open the gatel Strike off the
chaini Go freei And to-day your hber-
ated soul stands in the presence of the dis
guised wayfarer. and as he pulls off the
disguise of his earthly humiliation and the
disguise of his thorns, and the disguise of
the seamless robe, you find he is bone of
your bone, flesh of your flesh, your Broth
life. Let all earth and heaven break forth
in vociferation. Victory through our
Lord Jesus Christ!
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms l fall;
Be Thou my strength and Righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.