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meeting in great distress. She had lost her child a short time before, and asked us to, pray for her. Prayers were offered up for her, and she also prayed for herself. In a few days she was rejoicing in hope. She wrote to her sister, who lives in the British Provinces, what God had done for her soul. Soon after her sister came to Boston on a visit to see her friends, and to go to the theatre and other places of amusement. She met her sister, and told her how happy she was, trusting in Jesus her Saviour. She wanted her sister to give her heart to Christ, that she might be happy ; but her sister told her that she did not want to hear about religion. “ You will spoil my whole visit. I have come to Boston that I may go to the theatre and to concerts, and enjoy myself.”—“Well,” said the sister, with tears in her
for you.” She then left her. In a day or two she met her again, and all things had changed. She then wanted to talk about her soul's salvation, for the Lord had heard her prayer. They talked together about Jesus. They both knelt down, and in a few days the sister who came to Boston to attend the theatre found peace in believing in Christ her Saviour. She was so happy that she hardly knew what she was about, and before she went home she came with her sister into one of our neighbourhood meetings. Her whole soul was filled with love to God.
She has gone home to her friends, to tell them what great things the Lord has done for her soul.
eyes, “I will
STRIKING ANSWER TO PRAYER.—Answers to
prayer are sometimes so striking and remarkable, that the glory of God requires that they be made known to the Christian public. Our faith is so weak and in
active that it needs this encouragement; and for this very purpose, we may suppose, the Hearer of prayer often grants full and speedy answers.
A case of this kind recently occurred in New York, with the circumstances of which the writer is intimately acquainted. It is the conversion of a young man, a student in New York University, who, though a son of pious parents, was at a distance from them, and exposed to all the temptations of city and college life. Three brothers, older than himself, members of churches, and residing in that city, often conversed with him on the subject of religion, and urged his immediate attention to his soul's salvation. He gave no evidence of heeding the admonition, but seemed more and more averse to the whole subject. The solicitude of the brothers increased, and one of them requested prayers for him at the morning prayer-meeting in Mr. Beecher's chapel, in Brooklyn. This was on Monday morning, and during the same week the young man and two college companions were walking the streets of New York, and called at an oyster saloon for refreshments. While awaiting their preparation, conversation turned upon the recent conversion of a fellow-student; and one of them remarked, in a casual manner, that he supposed they “ought to become Christians some time;" to which another replied, Yes, and if some time, why not now?” Each acknowledged the importance of this question, and confessed to some solicitude lest the present favourable opportunity should pass unimproved. Their conversation grew more and more personal and serious. The Holy Spirit touched their hearts, impressed them deeply with a sense of their lost condition, and placed before them with great clearness the sacrifice of Christ, and the claims of His wondrous love. Without leaving their seats, and I think without tasting their refreshments, they solemnly resolved to give their hearts to Christ. They left the saloon, and sought the counsel and prayers
of Christian friends, and were soon rejoicing in hope. Two of them have made a public profession of religion, and the other probably will soon.
THE PRAYER OF FAITH.-A lady had been praying for her husband for seventeen years—ever since she was married; and, since this revival commenced, she has, at the meetings, requested prayers a great
At last, God afflicted him, and took from him a beloved daughter, who was his idol. He then felt as if God spoke to him; and he said to himself, “ This will not do; I must attend to the concerns of my soul ;' but he did not come to a decision. His wife, fearing his seriousness might wear off, said to a lady that was stopping with her, “I wish some one would ask my husband to a neighbourhood meeting." The reply was, “I will
” call on Mr. and ask him to go with him.” He invited him to go, and he went. It is the custom in those meetings to ask any one who may desire to be prayed for, or have anything to say, to rise. This man arose and said, “I am a stranger to the most of you, a stranger to God, and a stranger to that religion you profess. Pray for me, that I may be bronght to Christ." Two of the brethren prayed with him, and they appeared to enter into the very holiest of holies, and then God heard and answered prayer. While in that room, he gave his heart to the Saviour, and he went home that night and erected the family altar. He has been praising God and standing up for Jesus ever since.
During the month of January 1858, Rev. Phineas Stowe, having attended a funeral of a girl at what is known at the North End of Boston as The Globe Dance Hall," a notoriously bad place, asked the proprietor for permission to hold a prayer-meeting there. To the astonishment of Mr. Stowe, permission was granted, and the hall was opened every day for religious meetings. The Holy Spirit was present, and the place became one of deep solemnity. The wife of the proprietor of the hall was soon hopefully converted, and many others were subsequently brought to the knowledge of the truth. Among them was a man in middle life, who had been for many years & very intemperate man, and who had been å doorkeeper at the dance hall. He related his experience at the Old South Chapel. The editor of this book requested him to place it upon paper. He did so, and it is inserted below in his own words:
Boston, March 15, 1859. I am now in my thirty-fifth year, and am three weeks old in Christ. I have had warnings, year after year; but I heeded not. I have letters from a poor, praying mother. She would write a few lines about the folks, and then she would say, Elias, put your trust in God; for time is short, and you don't know how soon death will overtake you. The way you are going on, you will hasten your poor mother to her long home. How can I die and know that the only child I have in the world must be parted from me for ever? Do seek Christ, and go to heaven with me." I would read a part of the letter, and then hand it to my wife, and tell her she
might read the rest of it. My heart was so full I could not read. I would then go to the rum-shop, and there stay and drink; and so I went on, year after year, till I became a drunkard.
About four months ago, God began to call for me more than ever. When going along the streets, I would look at myself, and then at all around, and think it will be but a few days before I shall have to bid adieu to all, and then, oh, my mother, what shall I do ?—and then to the rum-shop I would go. I went on in this way, till one morning my boy went through the room singing,
“My father's a drunkard, but I am not to blame." I had not heard this before, and I thought he had made it up for me. I tried to speak, and tell him to stop, but could not, and so to the rum-shop I went. But those words went with me,
“My father's a drunkard, but I am not to blame." January 23, Rev. P. Stowe held a prayer-meeting at Globe Hall. I thought I would go, for I had not been to church for five years. After getting full of rum, I went, thinking to have some fun. But it was no fun to me; it seemed that they were all talking to me. Time began to seem short; everything I ever did came up in my mind, and I began to weep, and thought I must die at the close of the meeting
Mr. Stowe said, “If there is any one here that wants to take the temperance pledge, I will administer it.” I rose and said I would. I thought then, if I could only get rum out of me, and feel as in former years, I should be happy. But it was not
Those mother's prayers and a loug eternity my
mind. And then I would think of what my little boy would say when he would bring my