It is the glory of our humanity that it needs both the one and the other. We need a God and cannot be happy till we find Him. The instinct of adoration is in our blood, and we are ill at ease until we can find One at whose feet we can lay the tribute of our devotion. We need a Mediator, too, and are at our best when we recognize and confess our need of Him. It is, I say, the glory of a man that he can yearn for these two things. The most faithful and intelligent of the beasts feel no desire for either the one or the other. We know how Dr. Davidson died. I said that his conversation with Drumsheugh was his last. I was mistaken. His last conversation was with Skye, his dog. When John, the serving-man, paid his usual visit to the study before he went to bed, the doctor did not hear him enter the room. He was holding converse with Skye, who was seated on a chair, looking very wise and deeply interested. 'Ye're a bonnie beastie, Skye,' exclaimed the doctor, 'for a' thing He made is verra gude. Ye've been true and kind to your master, Skye, and ye 'ill miss him if he leaves ye. Some day ye 'ill die also, and they 'ill bury ye, and I doubt that 'ill be the end o' ye, Skye! Ye never heard o' God, Skye, or the Saviour, for ye're just a puir doggie; but your master is minister of Drumtochty and--a sinner saved by grace!' Those were his last words. In the morning the doctor was still sitting in his big chair, and Skye was fondly licking a hand that would never again caress him. Skye, the noblest dog in the world, had no sense of sin and no sense of grace, no need of a God and no need of a Saviour! Dr. Davidson, Skye's master, is a sinner saved by grace. And it is his sense of sin and his sense of grace, his need of a God and his need of a Saviour, that remove him by whole infinities from the faithful brute on the chair. 'A sinner,' as our fathers used to sing: A sinner is a sacred thing, The Holy Ghost hath made him so. When the soul feels after God, and the heart cries out for a Saviour, it is proof positive of the divinity that dwells within us. V '_One God--but no Mediator!_' sighs Job. '_One God--and one Mediator!_' cries Paul. None! One! The difference between _none_ and _one_ is a difference of millions. _None_ means nothing, _one_ means everything. _None_ means failure: _one_ means felicity. _None_ means despair: _one_ means delight. _None_ means perdition: _one_ means paradise. The difference between '_no Mediator_' and '_one Mediator_' is a difference that can never be worked out by arithmetic. '_One God_'--and only one! '_And one Mediator!_'--only one!