Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1896-01-02

thing in all Gods universe is that any sin
ncr should perish. Twelve gates wide
open. Have you not heard how Christ
bore our sorrows and how sympathetic no
is with all our woes? Have you not heard
how that with all the sorrows of heart and
Ill tho agonics of hell upon him he cried
Father forgive them. They know not
what they do2' BY his feet blistered of
tho mountain way by his back whipped
until tho skin came off, by his death couch
of four spikes, two for tho hands and two
for the feet by his scpulchcr, in which
for the first timo for 33 years the cruel
world let him alone, and by tho heavens
from which ho now bends In compassion,
Offering pardon and peace and life eternal
to all your souls, beg Of you put down
your all ut his feet.
saw one hanging ON a tree
In agony and blood,
Who fixed his languid eyes on me
As near his cross stood.
Oh, never till my latest breath
Will forget that look.
1t seemed to charge mo with his death,
Though not word he spoke.
Condemned to Death.
III tho troubled times of Scotland Sir
John Cochranc was condemned TO death
the way. Sir John Cochrano was bidding
farewell to his daughter Grzcl mt the pris-
on door. He said: Farewell, my darling
child. must die" His daughter said,
mo, father, you shall not die" But"
no said, "thc king is against mo, and the
law is after mo, and the death warrant is
on its way. and must die. DO not de-
ceive yourself, my dear child" Tho
daughter said, Father, you shall not
die" MS she loft the prison gate AT night,
on tho moors of Scotland, q disguised way
farer stood waiting for the horsoman car
ryipg the mailbags containing tho death
warrant. The disguised wayfarer, as tho
horse came by, clutchod tho Bride and
shouted to tho rider--to tho man who car
riod the mailbags, Dismount!" He felt
for his arms and was about to shoot, but
the wayfarer jerked him from his saddle,
and he fell fiat. The wayfarcr picked up
the mailbags, put them on his shoulder
and vanished in tho darkness, and IA days
were thus gained for the prisoners life,
during which tho father confessor was
pleading for tho pardon of Sir John Coch-
rane.
The second time tho death warrant is
on its way. Tho disguised wayfarer comes
along and asks for little bread and lit
tic wine, starts on across the moors, and
they say: Poor man, to have to 10 out
on such stormy night. 1t is dark, and
you will lose yourself on tho moors."
"Oh, no." he says, II will notu He
trudged on and stopped amid the BRAIN
bles and waited for the horseman to come
carrying tho mailbags containing the
death warrant of Sir John Cochranc The
mail carrier spurred on his steed, for ho
was fearful because of what had occurred
on the former journey, spurrcd on his
stecd, when suddenly through the storm
and through the darkness there was n
flash of firearms, and tho horse became un-
manageable, and as tho mail carrier dis
charged his pistol in response the horse
flung him, and the disguised way farcr put
his foot on the breast Of the ovcrthrown
rider and said, surrender nowv' Tho
mail carrier surrendered his arms, and the
disguised wayfarer put upon his shoulders
the mailbags, leaped upon the horse and
sped away into tho darkness, gaining II
more days for tho poor prisoner, Sir John
Cochrane and before tho IA days had ex-
pired pardon had come from the king.
The door of the prison swung open, and
Sir John Cochrane was free. One day
when he wns standing amid his friends,
they coDgratulating him, tho disguised
wayfarer appeared at tho gate, and he
said, admit him right away"
Pardon From the Throne.
The disguised wayfarer came in and
said; Here are two letters. Read them,
sir, and cast them into tho fire." Sir John
Cochrane read them. They were his two
death warrants and he threw them into
the fire. Then said Sir John Cochranc:
O. LII, l., 81, 4
poor wayfarcr that saved my life? Who is
it?" And tho wayfarer pulled aside and
| pulled off the jerkin and cloak and the
I hat, and, 10, it was GriZel, the daughter OF
! Sir John Cochranc. Gracious heaven -
he cried, my child, my savior, my own
Grizel!" But more thrilling story. The
death warrant had come forth from tho
King of heaven and earth Tho death
warrant read, "Tho soul that sinneth, it
shall die" The death warrant coming on
the black horse of eternal night. We must
die. We must die. But breasting the
storm and putting out through the dark
ness WAS disguised wayfarer who grippcd
by tho bridlo the oncominR doom and
flung it back and put his wounded and
bleeding foot on the ovcrthrown rider.
Meanwhile pardon flashed from the
throne, and &c free! Open tho gate! Strike
! Off the chain. Go free. And today your
liberated soul stands In the presence of tie
disguised wayfarer, and as he pulls off tho
disguise of his earthly humiliation, and
:ho disguise of his thorns, and the dis
guiso of the seamless robe, yen find he il
bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh, your
Brother, your Christ, your pardon, your
eternal life Let all earth and heav II
break forth in vociferation. Victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ!
A guilty, weak and helpless worm,
On thy kind arm fall.
Be thou my strength and Righteousness.
My Jesus and my all.