ived also the
recompense of reward. A few of these lovely lives may be mentioned, but
the fascinating story of thousands will never be told. The few, however,
will suggest the many. We look at a bunch of violets, then think of the
acres of delicate beauty bathing in the warm sunbeams and fluttering in
the soft winds.

The young Covenanters in those days confronted severest conditions and
learned hardest lessons in discipleship. Sometimes they had to forsake
father and mother to prove themselves worthy of Christ. Andrew Forsyth,
verging on manhood, was required to drink this bitter cup. The family
had not yet espoused the Covenanted cause. One day Andrew was entrusted
with a flock of sheep for the market. He was over night on the way. As
he lay that night guarding his sheep in the field, he heard solemn
music. Following the sound, he came to a moss-hag, where a group of
Covenanters were worshiping God. A moss-hag is a cut on the hillside,
formed by frost and rain; and overhung with moss, heather, and other
growths. In such places the pursued Covenanters often hid themselves.
The cold grotto was their house; the damp earth their bed; the hole cut
out of the hill without hands their sanctuary. Andrew listened with
breathless interest. They were singing a Psalm of David. Then followed
an earnest prayer. Tie could not endure the suspense, but revealed
himself to the little company. They received him gladly, and spent hours
talking of Christ, His precious blood, His amazing love, His royal
glory, and His unrivalled supremacy. Andrew was a Covenanter when he
went home. His father was angry, his mother was sorry, and he had to
leave. In a distant moor he made himself a bed under a booth of heather
and moss, and supported himself by working for the neighboring
shepherds. The dragoons heard of his affiliation with the Covenanters,
and were quickly on his path; his life was ever in danger. One day they
fired on him, but he escaped and reached his mossy den, carrying a
bullet wound received from their fire. There he lay several days,
suffering, bleeding, hungry, lonely, and helpless, yet full of peace and
joy in the Lord. Often did he think of his father's house, and his
mother's love; of the gentle hands that had in other days smoothed his
bed and made his bread; yet his heart bloomed with thoughts of the love
of Jesus Christ and His sweet promises. His religion had cost much, but
he never regretted the bargain by which he had los