“He bare our sins, _my sins_, in His own body on the tree. _Whosoever_ believeth--Lord, I believe! I come to the Cross! My sins, I cannot bear them. Thou hast borne them--hast died for me! My Lord and my God! Mine! What’s this?” he shouted. “I know it; I feel it. Jesus, Thou art my Saviour, too!” He looked around--the very trees wore a brighter robe, the sky a fairer blue, the very birds were singing of his new-born peace! Seizing the bridle, he turned his startled steed and galloped back to where the old hedger was at work. “Adam Olliver!” he shouted, “Adam Olliver!” “Halleluia!” shouted Adam. “Ah knoa all aboot it. Prayse the Lord!” The young man leaped from his horse, seized the old man’s hands and shook them, while the happy tears ran down his sunny face. “Adam Olliver, my sins are gone!” “Halleluia, ah saw ’em gannin’. Good-bye tiv ’em!” “But Jesus is mine. My Saviour and my all.” “Prayse the Lord. Ah saw He was comin’. Bless your heart; ah knoa’d it were all right afoore yo’ went away. Ah saw it i’ your een, an’ the Lord tell’d me you were His.” Thus did Philip Fuller find rest to his soul. The mental doubts, the troubled conscience, and the broken heart, which had so long distressed him, had all died out beneath the lifted Cross; the new life which was to be for ever was breathed into his soul on Nestleton Wold, and the apostle who led the rich patrician youth to Jesus was the humble hedger on a Yorkshire farm. Go thy way, happy youth! Brighter sunshine than that which floods the autumn noon around thee fills thy rejoicing soul. Go thy way, and be sure that in the thick darkness which is soon to gather round thee, the Saviour in whom thy trust is will be thy faithful strength and stay. Thou shalt walk through the valley whose shadows are as dark as death; but upheld by the strong arm of the loving Saviour, thou shalt pass on to greet the dawn in God’s decisive hour when the sun shall chase the gloom, and the hill-tops catch the glory of returning day! CHAPTER XIX. BLACK MORRIS IS TAKEN BY SURPRISE. “How hardly man this lesson learns, To smile, and bless the hand that spurns; To see the blow and feel the pain, And only render love again! ONE had it--but He came from heaven, Reviled, rejected, and betrayed; No curse He breathed, no plaint He made, But when in death’s dark pang He sighed, Prayed for His murderers, and died.” _Edmeston._