The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-01-09
Of lis soul cries out for God, he finds

Of his soul cries out for God, he finds
him right away. ils. XII
/ In the troubled times of Scotland
Sir John Cochrane was condemned to
death by the king. The death war
rant was on the way. Sir John Coch-
rane was bidding farewell to- his
daughter Grizel at the prison door.
He said Farewell, my darling child!
/ must die. His daughter said: .No,
father, you shall not die, Slut. ~ he
said, 1.-THE king is against me, and the
law is after me, and the death war
rant is on it's way, and I must die; do
4 not deceive yourself, my dear child.''s
/ not die as she left the prison gate.
At night, on the moors Of Scotland. a
l disguised wayfarer stood waiting for
the horseman carrying the mail bags
containing the death warrant The
i disguised wayfarer, as the horse came
j by, clutched the bride and shouted to
the rider-to the man who carried the
4 mail bags: sDismountv' He felt for
his arms, and was about to shoot but
the wayfarer jerked him from his sad
die and he fell fiat. The wayfarer
] picked up the mail bags, put them on
his shoulder and vanished in the dark
ness, and fourteen days were thus
] gained for the prisoners life, during
which the father confessor was plead
ing for the pardon of Sir John COch-
/ rane. tt
The second time the death warrant
/ is on its way. The disguised way
! farer comes along land asks for lit
j tie bread and little wine, starts
across the moors, and they say: "Poor
man, to have to go out on such a
stormy night; it is dark and you will
j lose yourself on the moors." ooh, no."
he says, 81 will not.'' He trudged on
and stopped amid the brambles and
waited for the hOrseman to come car
rying the. mail bags containing the
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 fash of firearms
and the horse became unmanageable,
and as the mail carrier discharged his
| pistol in response, the horse flung him,
and the disguised wayfarer put his
foot on the breast of the overthrown
rider and said: Surrender now!" The
mail carrier surrendered his arms, and
the disguised wayfarer put upon his
shoulders the mail bags, leaped upon
the horse and sped away into the dark
ness, gaining fourteen more days for
the poor prisoner, Sir John Cochrane;
and before the fourteen days had ex-:
pired pardon came from the king. The
door of the prison swung open and Sir
John Cochrane was free.
One day when he was standing amid
his friends, they congratulating him,
the disguised wayfarer appeared at
the gate, and he said: '.Admit him
right away" The disguised wayfarer
came in and said: Here are two let
tiers; read them; read them, sir, and
cast them into the fire." Sir John
Cochrane read them. They Were his
death warrants, and he threw them
into the fire. Then said Sir John
Cochrane: ITO whom am I indebted?
| Who is this poor wayfarer that saved
my life? Who is it?'' And the way.
farer pulled aside and pulled off the
i jerkin and the cloak, and the hat,fand5
10! it&Was GriZel, the daughter of Sir
John Cochrane. "Gracious heaven!',
he cried. "my- child, my savior, my
own GriZeln' But a more thrilling
Lie Oed III WdIitluL uidu come
forth from the King Of heaven and
earth. The death warrant read: 1.-The
soul that sinneth, it shall die'' The
death warrant coming on the black
horse Of eternal night. We must die!
We must die! But brcasting the
storm and putting out through the
darkness was a disguised wayfarer
who gripped by the bride the on-com-
ing doom and flung it back, and put
his wounded and bleeding foot on the
overthrown rider. Meanwhile, pardon
flashed from the throne, and, Go free!
Open the gate! Strike off the chain!
Go free! And to-day your liberated
soul stands in the presence Of the dis
guised wayfarer, and as he pulls off
the disguise of his earthly humilia-
ton 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 brother, your
Christ, your pardon, your eternal 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 fall;
Be thou my strength and righteous
| 49, ness,
My Jesus and my all.
Feep Out the Frost
The frost generally finds it's way
| into the cellar this month, unless it is
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