The Yale expositor., 1896-01-03

balsani l,cttvr than any thing that ex-
uded from earthly tree tn heal the pang
Of the soul. 1t Is pleasant to have our
friends gather around us and tell us
how sorry they are, and try to break UP
the loneliness; but nothing but the hand
OF jesus Christ can take the bruised sorG
/ and put 1t in his bosom, hushing It with
Tie lullaby Of heaven. D brother; q
sister! the grave-stone will never be
lifted from your heart until Christ Lifts
II. Was it not the loss of your friends
OF the persecution of your enemies, or
the overthrow of your worldly estate
was II not an earthquake that started
you out to ask this stupendous question
OF my text?
IN the troubled times OF Scotland, Sir
John Cochrane was condemned to
death ny the king. The death warrant
was on the way. Sir John Cochrane was
bidding farewell to his daughter Grizel
at the prison door. He said: Farewell,
my darling child! I must die" His
daughter said: mo, father. you shall moi
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 daughter said: Father. you shall
not die," as she left the prison gate.
At night, on the moors OF Scotland,
disguised wayfarer stood waiting for
the horscman carrying the mail-bags
containing the death warrant The
disguised wayfarer, as the horse came
by, clutched the bride and shouted to
the rider-to the man who carried the
mail-bags: "DismountW He felt for
his arms, and was about to shoot, but
the wayfarer jorked 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 coniessor WAS plead
ing for the pardon of Sir John Cochrane.
The second time the death warrant Is
on ito way. The disguised wayfarer
comes along, and asks fer little bread
and little wine, starts on across the
moors, and they say: Poor man, to
have to go out on such stormy night;
it. is dark and you will lose yourself on
the moors." "Oh, no" he says, Il will
not" He trudged on and stopped amid
the brambles and waited for the horse
man to come carrying the mail-bags
containing the death warrant Of Sir
John Cochrane. The mail-carrier
spurred on his steed, for he was fearfpl
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 firearms and the horse became un-
manageable, and as the mail-carrier
discharged his pistol in response, the
horse flung him, and the disguised way
farer put upon his shoulders the mail
bags, leaped upon the horse, and spec
away m the darkness, gaining fourteen
more days for the poor prisoner, Sir
John Cochrane; and before the four
teen days'had expired pardon had come
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 congraeulating
him. the disguised wayfarer appeared a.
the gate, and he said, Admit him right
away" The disguised wayfarer came
in and said: Here are two let
ters; read them and cast them
into the fire." Sir John 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
wayfarer that saved my life? Who IL
it?" And the wayfarer pulled aside.
and pulled off the jerkin and the cloak,
and the hat, and 10! it was Grizel, the
daughter cf Sir John Cochrane. "Gracl-
ous Heaven! he cried, my child, my
savior. r.ly own Grizei!" But a more
thrilling story. The death warrant haa
come forth from the king OF heaven and
earth. The death warrant read: 1.-THE
soul that s!nneth, 1t shall die" The
death warrant coming on the BLACK
morse OF eternal night. We must die.
But breasting the storm and putting QuI
through the darkness was a disguised
wayfarer who gripped by tho bride the
on-coming doom and flung It back. and
put his wounded and bleeding foot Oh
tho oyerthrown rider. Meanwhile par
don flashed from the throne. and. Co
free! Open the gatel Strike of the
chain! Go free! And to-day your lib
Grated soul stands in the presence Of
the disguised wayfarer, and as he pulls
of the disguise OF his earthly humilia-
ton and the disguise of his thorn9,
and the disguise of the seamless
robe, you find he is bone of your bone.
flesh Of your flesh, your Brother, yoni
Christ, your Pardon. your Eternal Life.
Let all earth and heaven break forth
in yoeiferation. Victory through our
Lord Jesus Christ!
A guilty. weak and helpless worm.
On thy kind arms fall;
BE Thou my strength and righteous
ness,
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