A soldier told in a letter home how he was standing at a certain place when a motor-car with two officers in it came up, and almost at the same time there arrived two couples of stretcher-bearers with wounded men who had to be carried in some way or other to a hospital seven miles distant. The bearers were accosted by one of the officers, who, asked where they were taking the wounded, and what hospital would receive them. They told him. “Put them in my car,” said he, “and the chauffeur will drive them right there at once. They will go quick, and more easily too!” “But, sir,” expostulated the other officer, who was, from his words intending to remain at or near the place where they then were, “that will mean you must walk back! And, may I suggest, sir, seven miles is not an easy stretch after you’ve been going about for hours?” “Never mind!” cheerily replied the other, “I’ll walk, if by that means we can get these poor fellows attended to sooner.” Off went the easy-running car, and its owner some time later set out to walk those seven miles back again to his headquarters. The young officer was the Prince of Wales!
These two men would say from their hearts, “God bless the Prince of Wales.” It was a kindly act for our future sovereign to perform. We can pray that the blessing of God may rest on him for it. The son of the King of England did a noble deed that day, but think, dear reader, what the Son of God has done for us. He has seen us wounded by sin and Satan on the battlefield of life, and He has loved us and cared for us and died that we might live.
He took the guilty sinner’s place,
And suffered in his stead;
For man — O miracle of grace! ―
For man, the Saviour bled.