Amid the motley crowd of priests, soldiers, and citizens that gathered around a stake in Paris was a young scholar The demeanor of the dying martyrs made a deep impression upon him. " These men have a peace which I do not possess," said he, " and they derive it from the Bible."
He began to search it, and pangs of terror took hold of him as he learned from it his vileness. He read on, and his wounded heart found calm in the sweet words, " With His stripes we are healed " (Isa. 53. 5).
" His cross has borne my curse! " he exclaimed, " His death has atoned for me. With His stripes I am healed."