Sanford was
saying of the deceased. Contrary to his usual custom, the rector spoke
of the dead man, who had gone down to the grave like a sheaf of grain
fully ripe and meet for the kingdom of Heaven.
"There can be no mistake," he said, "I was with him a few hours before
he died. I heard his words of contrition for sins committed and his
assurance that all was peace and joy and brightness beyond the tomb. His
sins, of which he repented as few ever have, were all washed away in
Jesus' blood, and while to-day we stand around his grave, he is safe
with the Savior he loved and trusted to the end."
What else he said, Grey did not know, for the sudden reaction in his
feelings. Mr. Sanford was with his grandfather at the last. He had heard
the dreadful words, "I killed a man!" and yet he declared the sinner
saved. He must know, he who had stood by so many death-beds.
"Yes, he is asleep in Jesus," Grey whispered, while over him there stole
a feeling of deep joy, mingled with remorse that he had ever doubted the
goodness of his grandfather, who had prayed for and blessed him on the
Thanksgiving Day which seemed so long ago.
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