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trousers there—and so we moved on our pilgrim trail,
nightfall seeing us minus a rag or two and a day's march
nearer home. Fools for Christ's sake Whose is the
princedom of peace, we tried to meet all comers with a
Gospel smile, listened to their Rob Eoy intentions, paid
their free-booters' levy as though it were Caesar's shekel
of silver, and laid up treasure in Heaven according to
Matt. vi. Even Rob Roy, I presume, comes under the
heading " There is no power but of God." Nor does one
find it difficult to wave a welcome olive branch in the
face of long-drowned tribes who are weary to death of
war's deluge. Peace has balm right round the globe,
and you bless the Prince thereof that such is your calling,
to bring men out of the midnight into the sunshine.