that you will be glad to hear, I have the assurance that I can say, I know that my Redeemer liveth.” I could but grasp his hand and say, “Good news, indeed! This is the Lord's doing; it is marvellous in our eyes."
The conversation of the morning with our companion had deeply impressed him, and he went to his state-room to pray. But here arose a struggle—should he go down upon his knees and pray! His pride revolted from it; he would stand and pray. He did so, but it was of no avail, for he knew that he had not humbled himself before God. A fierce struggle arose in his breast. It was the strong man armed keeping his goods. Satan was loath to leave his seat. But a stronger than he had come to demand entrance. The poor sinner felt that he must yield or perish; that this was the turning-point in his history; that he must go down upon his knees and cry for forgiveness, or be lost. The Spirit of God triumphed! The proud knees were bowed, the hard heart melted into penitency. Angels rejoiced, for a sinner had repented. His burden was gone, and his heart went up in praise and thanksgiving to God.
I cannot repeat all that he said; but, among
