manifestations, but because many honest Christians are in the fog on this subject, and the devil will try to make them believe, that because they are not operated upon in the same manner they have no religion, or that those who are thus exercised must be deluded hypocrites or enthusiasts. It is a willing subject that the pschologist generally selects to test his power upon; even so, unless a Christian is willing to be used by the great Eternal in any way or shape, or even, like the Apostle Paul, to become a fool for Christ's sake, he will not be as likely to be a chosen subject. This rule cannot be considered invariable; for in the history of the Church we have frequent accounts of wicked men arrested by the power of the Holy Ghost without the agency of their own wills in the matter at all. There were two cases that occurred, about the time I was converted, in Cumberland, Maryland. As an illustration of this power, permit me to tell the story. A wealthy young lawyer, one of the Virginia bloods, and withal a very clever fellow, married a very proud young lady, and moved into Cumberland with his mother-in-law, an Episcopalian lady. Altogether they took about as much room on the sidewalk as there was any particular need of. About this time a powerful revival commenced in that place. The power of God was manifest in bringing sinners to the feet of Jesus. One evening this royal trio came at the hour appointed for preaching, and took one of the front seats, where they might gratify

their curiosity by a fair view of the tantrums performed by the deluded Methodists; but, some how or other, the Holy Ghost found its way into their pew, and persuaded the mother that there was something in religion besides form and ceremony, and she came forward to the altar and knelt down among the servants and common people, and began with all her might to cry for mercy. This enraged the royal tigress, and she pounced out of the pew, and after pouring some severe epithets into the ear of her mother, she demanded of her the key of the house, declaring that she would not stay there to be disgraced. As she took the key, she fell prostrate on the floor. Satins, ruffles, rings, reputation and aristocracy were all rolling on the floor together. Her husband and friends, as soon as she gathered a little strength, attempted to assist her towards the door; but she cried loudly for mercy, and fell again to the floor. Her case was now fully understood, and Christians began calling upon God in her behalf.

About midnight she was helped home, crying at the top of her voice as she passed through the streets. About two o'clock she was enabled to touch the hem of Jesus's garment, and virtue flowed into her soul, and she shouted victory! through the blood of the Lamb. When the morning came, arrayed in humble garments, she went through the town, telling the story of Jesus's pardoning love to saint and sinner, high and low, black and white, proving that the gospel is not only the power of

God unto full salvation, but that in the gospel all are brought upon a level-the poor man rejoicing in that he is exalted, and the rich in that he is made low.

There are some kinds of fish that cannot be caught with a hook or net. The only way is to spear them. Such was the case with Saul of Tarsus, and so it seemed with the individual just mentioned. I need not say that a glorious reformation followed in that place.

I will mention one other peculiar case of the display of God's power upon a good old lady, near the same town, amounting to something like a miracle. She was one who had been made perfect through suffering, not having been able to walk for several years. A camp-meeting was to be held near by, and she hungered and thirsted for the great feast. Her friends took her to the ground in a carriage, and as she was somewhat deaf, the carriage was drawn close to the door of the preachers' stand; and while the anointed of the Lord was telling of the glories of a crucified Redeemer, the flood-gates of glory seemed to be raised upon her soul, and leap ing into the preachers' stand with the strength and agility of youth, she shouted at the top of her voice, "Double glory! double glory!" God had said unto her, as he did to one of old, "In the name of Jesus of Nazareth rise up and walk." When asked what she meant by "double glory," she said, when God converted and sanerified her soul, she shouted glory!

but now he had healed soul and body too, and she was determined to give him double glory. Yes, reader, if all the shouts of glory that go up from the redeemed of the whole earth could be collected into one, the sound would make heaven's arches ring; but in the resurrection, when soul and body shall be united, there will be cause for double glory, and then shall be heard "the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia, for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him, for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready."

CHAPTER XXX.

ALTHOUGH We have enough before us of our last two years' rich experience to spread over fifty pages, yet we have already so far transcended what we originally intended, that we must abridge or wholly pass by many trials and triumphs in the closing part of our narrative. In September, 1851, our annual campmeeting was held in the town of Western. It chanced to be on the same week as the great bookauction in New-York, where I made my annual purchases for school district-libraries. Thus I was in a strait between two. I should have lost no time

in deciding, however, had not circumstances occurred that made it my duty to be at home. My wife presented me with the lovely black-eyed boy that you see in her arms, (see frontispiece,) and he is now running about the floor, quite a revenue to our earthly joys, and another light for the blind man's path.

We come now to the last winter of my narrative. Having sent an agent to the auction, I had a large amount of books on hand, and my prospects for success were as brilliant as in former days, when I was pulling down the Alleghany Mountains and tumbling them into the deep valleys, making a highway for the iron-horse to pass over their rugged heights. I had purchased a fine horse to carry on my business, and having made extensive contracts with trustees of schools, I was just ready to take the tide of fortune at the flood, when an old acquaintance came and stood by me, and with his sharp shears clipped the wings of my fond anticipations, so that instead of flying I found myself compelled to take it on foot again.

This old friend you have been introduced to several times while I was travelling in Egypt, under the cognomen of "Bad Luck." But I never will call him by that name again, for he has, doubtless, been sent by a kind Providence to hedge up my way from the whirlpool of earthly riches and honour, lest they lead me to future perdition; for He who saw the end from the beginning hath said, “Hardly shall a