A Thumbnail Sketch of a Martyr.
I AM proud of my acquaintance with Dobbs.
He was a hero, whose deeds were not spread upon any of the books of men, but whose martyrdom I am sure illustrates a glowing page in God’s great life book.
I met him late one night.
The paper, with its burden of news and gossip, had just been put to press, and I strolled out of the hot, clanking room to catch a sight of the cool morning stars, and a whiff of the dew-laden breezes of the dawn.
Silhouetted against the intercepted stars, I saw a tall and striking form, standing like a statue on the corner.
As I came out of the door the figure approached.
“Is this the Herald office, sir?”
“Yes, sir. Can I serve you in any way?”