ught he would go out. He
rose to go, and the text came upon his ears again, "Where art thou?"
This was too personal, he thought, it was disagreeable, and he made for
the door, but as he got to the third row from the entrance, the words
came to him again. "Where art thou?" He stood still, for the question
had come to him with irresistible force, and God had found him right
there. He went to his hotel and prayed all that night, and now he is a
bright and shining light. And this young man, who was a commercial
traveler, went back to the village in which he had been reared, and in
which he had been one of the fastest young men--went back there, and
went around among his friends and acquaintances and testified for
Christ, as earnestly and beneficially for him as his conduct had been
against Him.

Governor Pollock and the Condemned Criminal.

When I was East a few years ago, Mr. Geo. H. Stewart told me of a scene
that occurred in a Pennsylvania prison, when Governor Pollock, a
Christian man, was Governor of the State. A man was tried for murder,
and the judge had pronounced sentence upon him. His friends had tried
every means in their power to procure his pardon. They had sent
deputation after deputation to the Governor, but he had told them all
that the law must take its course. When they began to give up hope, the
Governor went down to the prison and asked the sheriff to take him to
the cell of the condemned man. The Governor was conducted into the
presence of the criminal, and he sat down by the side of his bed and
began to talk to him kindly--spoke to him of Christ and heaven, and
showed him that although he was condemned to die on the morrow by
earthly judges, he would receive eternal life from the Divine Judge if
he would accept salvation. He explained the plan of salvation, and when
he left him he committed him to God. When he was gone the sheriff was
called to the cell by the condemned man. "Who was that man?" asked the
criminal, "who was in here and talked so kind to me?" "Why," said the
sheriff, "that was Governor Pollock." "Was that Governor Pollock? O
Sheriff, why didn't you tell me who it was? If I had known that was him,
I wouldn't have let him go out till he had given me pardon. The Governor
has been here--in my cell--and I didn't know it," and the man wrung his
hands and wept bitterly. My friends, there is one greater than a
Governor here to-night. He sent His Son to redeem you--to bring you out
of the p