a thousand, if you like.’ ‘Then,’ said I, ‘ever since I knew you, you were laying plans for future work. I would like to know what arrangements you have made for that eternal world to which we are all hastening.’ ‘None at all,’ said he. ‘Is this wise? Can you leave the vast concerns of eternity unsettled?’ ‘No, sir,’ said he, ‘it is madness.’ ‘Then,’ said I, ‘there is yet time. He is able to save to the uttermost. The voice is still heard, Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.’ We had a very tender interview. When I left him, his dear wife accompanied me to the door, and said, ‘I never saw my husband so melted before.’ The next day his daughter came to my store in his carriage, and asked me to ride up with her and see her father. ‘He has been ill at ease since you left him.’ I found him in great distress. ‘What can I do? I have received blessing after blessing, and I never thanked God for them. Is there yet hope for me?’ I could only point to the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sin of the world. Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved. I dwelt especially on the word now. ‘Yes,’ said he, ‘if that applies to any, it does to me. I cannot be long here.’ ‘This moment let us ask, and He will hear. With many tears, we asked—oh how earnestly!—for pardon, for a broken heart, for a right spirit, for peace with God through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Day after day I visited him for several months, and what a marvellous change came over him. His loathing of sin, his adoration of the dear Redeemer who washed him in His precious blood, his distrust of himself, and his new-born faith in the atonement, were most marked. He had attended church during a long life, but he said his mind was elsewhere. My language to him was almost entirely in the words of
