life-path, to warn him of death and a judgment to

come.

At her funeral I made some remarks from these words, "Suffer little children to come unto me." I said, "Parents, if you want your little children tenderly cared for, if you wish to give them every possible opportunity for intellectual and moral improvement, if you want to know they are in the best society - Jesus says, Let them come and live with me."

At the close of the services in the house, the coffin was placed on a table in the yard, that the large number present might look upon the face of the little sleeper, as she lay among the beautiful flowers arranged by loving hands.

When all others had looked at the remains, the father came to look for the last time upon the face of her whom he had loved so tenderly. For a few moments he stood in silence, looking upon that marble countenance, his tears falling upon her face; then, as if his grief could be endured no longer, he sobbed out, in the most heart-rending manner, "She will never call me father' again! She will, never call me 'father' again!

All around him were weeping.

When asked if the coffin could be closed, he replied, "No, you must not close this coffin." "O, the little darling will never call me 'father' again!"

He finally consented to have the coffin closed.

I went to the grave; and, returning to his home, was sitting with him in his parlor, when he saw some book or plaything belonging to his daughter, and, springing up and walking the floor, he exclaimed, "She will never call me father' again."

Asking his attention for a few moments, I said to him, "I am not sure your little Josephine will never call you father' again. She is now walking the 'golden streets,' and perhaps is this moment saying, I wish my dear father was up here it is so beautiful.' If you should be converted and go to heaven, the very first voice you would hear on your arrival there might be your loved Josephine's, saying, 'O, my dear father, have you come to live with me in heaven?'

Soon he became calm, and appeared thoughtful for a while, and then deliberately said, "By the grace of God I will seek Jesus; I will." He sought and found a precious Savior, was found in the house of prayer, and the last I knew of him, was preaching the glorious gospel of the blessed God; and little Josephine, who is waiting "across the river," may again call him “ father.”

"E'en the hour that darkest seemeth

Will his changeless goodness prove;

From the gloom his brightness streameth;
God is wisdom, God is love."

CHAPTER VII.

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REVIVAL GLEANINGS - CONTINUED.

MSTERDAM, N. Y. At the urgent request

of Christians of different denominations, I commenced a series of meetings in Sanford Hall, April 22, 1858.

In several of the churches, meetings had been held nearly every evening, for some months, and only one hopeful conversion reported during the time.

Many had been earnestly praying for a few influential men in the place, thinking if they were converted the whole community would be moved. But this did not seem to be God's plan.

For many days thick darkness surrounded the meeting. The wicked seemed to say to Christians, "Where is your God?"

After two weeks of hard labor, God showed us that the cause of the delay was not the hardness of wicked men.

Though Christians had been active, and were

still ready to make any sacrifice for souls, yet they lacked power with God, and, consequently, with men. But they could not be easily convinced that they were not ready for a revival of religion. Many said they were fully in the work, and did not know why the blessing was delayed.

Early one morning, all who were willing to lay all on God's altar anew, and seek the fullness of his love, met in the hall, and, without any known reservation, made a new consecration. They now asked God to convert the men so long prayed for, or in any other way revive his work.

The offering was then and there accepted, and one soul was born into the kingdom during that morning meeting. At once the Spirit filled all the place where we were assembled.

Instead of the influential men, a group of children and youth first sought and found the Savior. These young converts now became God's laborers to bring their parents and others to Jesus. It was an affecting scene when the children rose, and, with tearful eyes, requested prayers for fathers or mothers, brothers or sisters.

Soon the hall was so crowded that outsiders said, "The building will fall; it is not safe for so many to enter it."

One of the first to bow in submission to Jesus was a young lawyer, who had said to a pious parent,

"Mother, don't make a fool of yourself by asking prayers for your husband and children." That son became an earnest worker in the cause of Christ, and has since passed to his heavenly home.

Joy and peace now filled the hearts of God's people, more than compensating for their previous anxiety. The impenitent seemed awed and subdued by the sensible presence of the Spirit.

A young man remarked to one who had been an active worker in the meetings from the first, “I supposed religion made one gloomy; but the last few nights at the hall have convinced me that Christians have joys sinners know nothing of." The young man has since fallen in battle, and the brother to whom he made this remark has also gone to his reward.

Among the rich fruits of that "hall meeting" was the organization of a Young Men's Christian Association, which has been kept up for ten years, with great interest and profit.

A Saturday evening prayer meeting, started at that time, has been sustained through all these years by the young ladies, who have felt that it was "a sweet hour of prayer."

ABINGTON, MASS.

With its four villages, somewhat noted for good schools and large shoe manufactories, Abington, like any manufacturing town,