Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1896-01-02

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only /, barely /, as If to demonstrate the
fact that there is bare possibility Of re-
penting Ia the last hour. But that Is i'm
probable, awfully improbable, terrifcally
improbable. One hundred to one against
the man. II, my brother, my sister, you
have ever seen man try to repent In the
last hour, you have seen something very
sad. do not know anything on earth SO
sad as 10 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, COM
pletely unfavorable, hour for repentance
as the death hour, the last hour. There
are the doctors standing with the medi-
cines. There Is the lawyer standing with
the half written will. There is the family
in CONSERVATION as to what is to become
of them. All the bells of eternity ringing
She soul out of the body. All the past ris-
Ing before us and all the future. oh, that
man is an infinite fool who proorastinates
to the deathbed his repentancel
Twelve Open Gates.
My text does not answer the question.
1t only asks it, with deep and importu-
nate earnestness asks 1t, and, according to
the rules of sermonizing, you would say,
"Adjourn that to some other time" But
dare not. What are the rules of sermon
izing to me when am after soulsf What
other time could 1 have, when perhaps
this is the only timer This might be my
last time for preaching. This might be
your last time for hearing.
After my friend in Philadelphia died
his children gave his church Bible to me,
and read it; looked over it with much
interest. saw in the margin written in
lead pencil, "Mr. TalInage said this morn
ing that the most useless thing In all
Gods universe is that any sinner should
perish" did mot remember saying 1t,
but it is true, and say 1t now, whether
said 1t then OF not. The most useless
thing In all Gods universe is that any sim
ner should perish. Twelve gates wide
open. Have you not heard how Christ
bore our sorrows and how sympathetic he
is with all our woesf Have you not heard
how that with all the sorrows Of heart and
all the agonies of hell upon him he cried ::
"Father, forgive them. They know not
what they dor" By his feet blistered Of
Ullo IlOuubhAn way, Wy hio uttSh WuAppou
until the skin came off by his death couch
Of four spikes, two for the hands and two
for the feet, by his sepulcher, in which
for the first timo for 93 years the cruel
world let him alone, and by the heavens
from which he now bends in compassion,
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 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.
It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not word he spoke
| Condemned to Death.
In the troubled times Of Scotland Sil
John Cochrane was condemned to deatf
by the king. The death warrant was OIL
the way. Sir John Cochrane was bidding
farewell to his daughter Grizel at the pris
on door. He said: Farewell my darling
child. must die" His daughter said
"No, father, you shall not die" "But, y
he said, "the king is against me, and the
law is after me, and the death warrant Ii
on its way, and must die. Do not de-
ceive yourself, my dear child" The
daughter said, "Father, you shall moi
die, as she left the prison gate. At night
on the moors Of Scotland, a disguised way
farer stood waiting for the horseman car
rying the mailbags containing the deatt
warrant The disguised wayfarer, as tht
horse came by, clutched the bride ant
shouted to the rider-to the man who car
ried the mailbags, Dismount!" He fell
for his arms and was about to shoot, bu
the wayfarer jerked him from his saddle
and he fell fiat. The wayfarer picked vi
the mailbags, put them on his shoulde
and vanished in the darkness, and IA day
were thus gained for the prisoners life
during which the father confessor wa
pleading for the pardon Of Sir John Coch
rane.
The second time the death warrant 4
on It's way. The disguised wayfarer come
along and asks for little bread and a lit
tie wine, starts on across the n1oors, AM
they say: Poor man, to have to go ou
on such stormy night. 1t is dark, an
you will lose yourself on the moors.
"Oh, no." he says II will notp II
trudged on and stopped amid the BRAN
bles and waited for the horseman to com
carrying the mailbags containing tn
death warrant of Sir John Cochrane. Th
mail carrier spurred on his steed for
, was fearful because of what had occurre
on the former journey, spurred on hi
, steed, when suddenly through the storr
, and through the darkness there was
flash Of firearms, and the horse became ur
, manageable, and as tho mail carrier di'
, charged his pistol in response the hors
| flung him, and tho disguised wayfarer pr
!, his foot on the breast Of the overthrow
: rider and said, Surrender nowW Tt
. mail carrier surrendered his arms and til
disguised wayfarer put upon his shoulder
+ the mailbags, leaped upon the horse an
. sped away into tho darkness, gaining
: more days for the poor prisoner, Sir job
Cochrane, and before the IA days had 9,
| pired pardon had come from the kim
The door Of the prison swung open, an
Sir John Cochrano was free. One da
when he was standing amid his friend
they congratulating him, the disguise
5 wayfarer appeared at the gate, and
3 said, "Admit him right away.
Pardon From the Throne.
: The disguised wayfarer came In an
!. said "Here are two letters. Read then
! sir, and cast them into the fire." Sir job
= Cochrane read them. They were his tv
], death warrants, and he threw them I'M
: the fire. Then said Sir John Cochran
"To whom am / indebtedf Who is tn
: poor wayfarer that saved my lifep Who
3 it?'' And the wayfarer pulled aside al
pulled off the jerkin and cloak and Il
!, hat, and, 10, it was Grizel, the daughter
= Sir John Cochrane. Gracious heaven,
= he cried, "my child, my savior, my ow
!, Grizell" But more thrilling story. ~