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rum to me, Father, don't drink it; you know it hurts you, and by-and-by I shan't have any father's knee to sit on.” I felt as though I had no friend on earth or in heaven. I went to meeting every day for four weeks, but did not pray. I thought I had got to begin at the time I first began to sin, and repent of every one separately; and I could see so many, that I thought that God would not forgive them all. I lived in this way till the night of February 22. While asleep I dreamed I was to work around the cars, and a man said, “ Don't go there; they will kill you!" I looked around, and saw guns pointed at me. I could not find anything to get behind, so I fell on the ground, and that waked me up. I then thought of the many invitations that the people of God had given me to flee from the wrath to come, and I heeded 'not, and how quick I dropped when they told me in my dream they would shoot me. I got out of bed, and began to pray to God to forgive my sins; and when I gave myself up to God, He did forgive my sins, and I am now praising His holy name.
I have a whole stack of mother's prayers, and now I like to read her letters.
The communication inserted below is very interesting, and it is inserted entire:
CONVERSION AT THE INQUIRY MEETINGS.- About a year ago, when inquiry meetings were held daily, at the close of the morning meetings at the chapel, I had the pleasure of being present at many of those interesting and profitable seasons, where, all reserve for the time being thrown off, we could speak freely to the anxious inquirers who came there heart-burdened, but hoping, trusting that the Holy Spirit
would, through the mouth of some brother, speak peace to their troubled souls, and lead them from the darkness in which they were blindly groping, to the marvellous light and glory which He alone can shed abroad in the heart.
There we could pour out our whole hearts in prayer for each individual who desired it, and wrestle with God for His blessing to descend upon that soul, no matter what the outward form, semblance, or characteristic. At one of these meetings my eye
upon a young lady who had come in. I felt very anxious to know whether she loved the precious Saviour, the glorious Redeemer, and felt constrained to speak to her, although an entire stranger.
went to her and said, “ My friend, can you say, with David, “My heart is fixed, trusting in the Lord ?'' She said she could not. I asked her if she wished to be a Christian. She said she did. I asked her if she would like to be prayed for. She answered, Yes.
I remarked to her that we did not think that going forward for prayers would save the soul, but that it was a very appropriate way to express the desire to become a Christian. I then asked her if she would go forward, and be conversed with, and prayed for.
She readily assented, and went with me to a front seat, where we continued our conversation.
I said to her, “I want you to look directly to Jesus, and say to Him, from the inmost depths of your heart,
"Just as I am, without one plea,
She burst into tears, exclaiming, with broken heart, “Oh, I am such a sinner!” I saw the big tear fall upon her dress, and said, “You are just the one whom Jesus came to save, for He came to save that which was lost.” She knelt down to pray.
At first she did not kneel, until I touched her, and asked her if she would not do so. This she did very readily, and I felt encouraged to take her in the arms of faith, and carry her to Jesus.
Prayer was offered for her—yes, and answered immediately. We rose from our knees. I asked her if she had given her heart to Jesus.
She answered, unhesitatingly, “Yes." I asked her if she could now go on her way rejoicing. Her reply was,
es ;' and a brother afterwards remarked to me that she left the room with a smile
her face. I saw her, some weeks afterward, and inquired how she was progressing spiritually. She said she had not had a doubt.
At the time of the anniversaries, in May, in course of conversation with Rev. Dr. Chickering of Portland, whose church she had formerly attended, she related to him some portions of her religious experience. She had heard so much of doubting in the remarks of professing Christians, that she feared there might be something wrong in her experience, as she had no doubts. That godly minister (oh, that there were more like him, to encourage the
young converts !) remarked, “ It is not necessary, in order to be a Christian, to have doubts."
I have seen her, from time to time, during the past year, and always with her face heavenward.
A letter received a few days since from her will, perhaps, best conclude the record :
Boston, March 8, 1859. DEAR SIR, I feel that I cannot write anything suitable for publication ; but, hoping that you may draw forth some fact which may encourage some one who is still doubting, I send you these lines.
I had been taught, from my youth, to pay due respect to things of a religious nature; to read my Bible, to attend Sabbath school, to repeat the prayers which had been taught me; and, as I grew older, to express my petitions to God in language of my own. But it was too frequently, alas ! the mere utterance of words with little meaning, forgetting that I was addressing Him upon whom we are dependent for all our blessings, and who has suffered so much for us that we might be saved.
About two years and a half ago, I first became interested in the subject of religion, while attending Dr. Chickering's church, in Portland, being at that time a member of Mrs. Chickering's Sabbath school class. One of the first things which drew my attention to the subject was the Christian example of my teacher, whose inward light seemed to shine forth in all her acts and words.
After my removal to Boston, I lost my interest, for a while. But, last spring, I attended several meetings at the Old South Chapel, where I heard many tell what the Lord had done for their souls.
One morning, an old lady who sat next me, asked me if I loved my Saviour. She told me she should pray for me. All day I thought of the old lady's
. question, and I trust my prayers that night were more earnest than ever before. The next morning I went to the inquiry meeting. Several gentlemen came to me, urging me to go forward, to be prayed for ; but I was stubborn, and refused, and was
tempted to go away; when you, my dear friend, came and talked with me, shewing me the way so clearly, and repeating those lines,
“ Just as I am," &c., &c., that even then, when my heart was filled with so much wickedness, I began to hope that even I might be pardoned.
When I arose, after several had prayed for us, I felt that my sins were forgiven. As I walked home that morning, my step was lighter, and I felt that my burden, like Christian's, had fallen off. Many told me that it would last but a short time; but the peace that came to me on that April morning still remains. May I ever continue steadfast in the faith! May I ever be grateful to you, who was instrumental in leading me to Christ; and may you be the means of pointing to others the way to heaven!
Will you pray for me? May I always be a Christian, not only in name, but in thought, word, and deed !
The following communication has been sent to the editor:
A HUSBAND CONVERTED.—For some years I had been labouring and praying for the conversion of my dear husband, but as yet saw no hope of his giving his heart to the Saviour. Often, when I tried to converse with him about his soul's salvation, he would turn the subject with a playful joke; sometimes his reply would be, “I always try to do about right, and I do not think that I am going to be lost while I do.” My faith and hope were beginning to fail me, when, taking up a daily newspaper, I saw a report of the week-day prayer-meeting in Boston.