The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-01-10

with al the earnestness of his soul
cries out for God, he finds Him, and
finds him right away
! oh, are there not in this house to-
day those who ase Bostponing Until
the last hour on living the attending to
the things of the soul? / give it as my
opinion that ninety-nine out of the
hundred deathbed repentances amount
to nothing. OF all the scores of per-
sons mentioned as dying in the Bible,
of how many do you read that they
successfully repented in the last hour?
OF so? No. OF 40? No. OF 800 No.
OF 900 No. OF 10a No. OF 81 Ne.
Of i-only i, barely l. as If I'd denis
6nstFate the fact that there is d bare
possibility OF rep-nting in the last
hour. But that is improbable, awful
~ improbable, terrifeally irnprob;
able, One hundred I'd One against
the man. If, my BROTHER, my sister,
YOU have ever seen a man try to repent
in the last hour, you have seen some
thing very sad. do not know any.
thing on earth so sad as to see man
try to repent on deathbed. There is
not from the moment that life begins
TO breathe in infancy to the last gasp
such an unfavorable, completely m.
favorable. hour for repentance as the
! death hour the last hour: There are
the doctors standing With the fnedi'
eiFes. There is the 1awyef standing
with the half written will There
is the family in CONSERVATION as to
what is to become of them. All ths
bells of eternity ringing the soul ont
of the bo iy. AL toe past rising be-
fore US AMI all the future. Oil, thai
-iah Is an initiate fool who procrasti-
mates to the the deathbed his repent
ance!
My test docs not answer the ques.
ton. 1t only asks it, with deep and
+ iuportunate earnestness asks it, and,
according to the rules of sermoniziu3i
you would sr.: Adjourn that to
SONS other time" Bat l dare not.
What are the rules for sermonizing to
me when am after souls? What other
time could L have, when perhaps this
is the only time? This might be my
last time fer preaching. This might be
your last time fo1 hearing.
In the troubled times 81 Scotland Sir
John Cochrane was Condemned u
death by the King. The death warrant
Vas on the way Sir John Cochrane
was bidding farewell to his daughter
Grizel at the prison door. He said:
Farewell, my darling child, 1 must
die" His daughter said: NO father,
you shall not die But" he said,
''the king is against me, and the law il
after me. sad the death variant IS
rh It's Way, and 1 must die. Do not de-
ceive yourself, my dear child" The
daughter said: Father, you shall not
die as she left the prison gate. At
night. on the moors of Scotland, dis
guised wayfarer steed waiting fef the
horsemaa SE.ffying the mailbags con:
| taining the death warrant. The dis:
guised wayfarer, as the horse came by;
clutched the bride and shouted to the
rider---to the r1an who carried the
EailDags, "Disnount!" He felt for his
arms and was about to shoot, but the
wayfarer ierked him from the saddle,
and he fell fat The wayfarer picked
up the trsilt1gs, put them on his
| shoulder, and vanished in the dark
ness, and IA days we're thus gained
for the prisoners life, during which
the father confessor was pleading for
the pardon of Sir John Cochrane.
The second ti1fle the death warrant
is on its Way, fhg disguised %ayfareF
! Comes along aud asks for little bread
and little wine, starts on across the
moors, and they say: Poor man, to
have to go out on ouch stormy night
It IS dafk and you will lose yourself
on the moors." "Oh, no. he says, 81
will not" He trudged on and stopped
amid the brambles and waited
| for the horsemRa to come carry
| ing the mailbags containing the
death warrant 6f SIR JQhu Coehrane:
Tne fhail Carrier spurred on his steedl
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 fash of fire.
arms, and the horse became uBt
Manageable, ard as tie Hail ear;
rier discharged his pistol III re:
spouse the horse flung him, and
the disguised wayfarer put his foot
on the h-e4st CT the overthrown
rider and said, Surrender nowr' Ths
mail carrier surrendered his arms, and
the disguised wayfarer put upon his
shoulders the mailbags, leaped upon
| the. horse aud sped away into this
darkness, gaining IA more days for the
poor prisoner Sir John Cochrane, and
before the IA days had expired pardon
had come from the king. The door Of
the prison swung epen, and Sir
J5hh C0chra1e was free. One day
when he was standing amid his friends,
they congratulating him, the disguised
wayfarer appeared at the gate, ana he
said; admit him right away"
The disguised wafarer came in and
said: "Hsre are two letters. Read
thefi, sir, and cast theffi iilt5 the fire."
Sir John Cochrane read them. They
were his two death warrants, and no
threw them into the fire. Then said
Sir John Coehrane: ITO whom am
Indebted? Who is this poor wayfafeF
that saved my life? Who is it?' And
the wayfarer pulled aside and pulled
off the jerkin and cloak and the
hat, and, 10, it was Grizel, the daugh-
ter of Sir John COchane. Gracious
hsavehl' he cried, my child. my saw
ior my own Grizel!' But d more
thrilling story. The death warrant
had come forth from the King of
Heaven and earth, The death war
rant read, 1.-THE e5bl that sinneth.
it shall die" The death war;
rant coming on the black horse
of eternal night. We must die!
We must die. But breasting the
storm and putting out through the
darkness was disguised wayfarer