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tainly she needed the help of Heaven. If seven demons made her body and soul a place of sojourn and action, verily her case was desperate. And if her own moral weakness or base desires made her a congenial place and companion for such guests, the theory which puts her among great sinners is not out of the way. It is a bad thing to let down the bars of self-control, and to let into one’s soul the vagrant brutes—wolves and foxes and swine and other demons. But out of Mary Magdalene the Master, Son of another Mary, cast seven devils. Do you wonder at her love for Him? The poet Bryant makes the Lord say to her:
“The greatest of thy follies is forgiven.”
No wonder that she stood watching when He hung on the cross; now “beholding afar off;” now “by the cross.” No wonder that she followed the body to the grave, and “beheld the tomb and how He was laid.” She did not expect Him to appear again. It was the last farewell. She