usual; and before I left the tent, at twelve o'clock, I began to feel the day-star rising in my soul. I went into my lodging, which was literally filled, with the exception of a space large enough for me to lie down between a hardened old sinner and one of the brethren. I committed my soul to God in prayer, and laid down, feeling a little lighter than I did the night before when I laid down.

All, I believe, were asleep, with the exception of an elderly maiden sister, by the name of Catharine Acre; she was bowed down with the rickets from her youth; her moral as well as her physical features had ever been to me as a root out of dry ground, for, like every other sinner, I saw no beauty in deep, fervent piety, no more than I did in her hunchback. I had been for months previous travelling through Virginia, Washington City, Baltimore, and other places, running after great preachers, and found no relief. Little did I think that I was to be converted under a sermon of less than five minutes in length from aunt Kitty; but I do believe that God kept her awake that night to preach to me, for it is written: "He has chosen the weak things of this world to confound the wisdom of the wise, and things that are base and despised hath God chosen to bring to naught things that are;" giving for a reason, "that no flesh or minister should glory in his presence."

She then began to talk about the simplicity of saving faith, and what an easy thing it was to lay

hold of the Saviour, if we could but come down as a little child in asking a parent for bread. I then began to review some of the dealings of the Lord with me. I began back at the Sabbath that he turned me back when on my way to Berkley Springs, and then his taking my idol child the same day—then my month's sickness in Martinsburg— the scattering of my property to the four windsmy rescue from a watery grave-my three singular visions at Washington, Baltimore, and Greencastle, and the flash of lightning I had seen the night before. All these convinced me that God was with me in all these things. I then took a review of the many ways I had tried to exercise faith, and said, Now, Lord, I know of no way that I have not tried, and, like Peter when he was sinking in the deep, I cried: "Lord, thou must save, or I perish forever!" At that moment the blessed Redeemer appeared unto me the one altogether lovely-that moment God, for Christ's sake, forgave all my sins.

"Hail, my blessed Jesus,

Only thee I wish to sing;

To my soul thy name is precious,

Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King.
"O, what mercy flows from heaven,
O, what joy and happiness!
Love I much ?-I 've much forgiven-
I'm a miracle of grace.

"Once, with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;

Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd that way.

"Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer's tenderness!

Love I much ?-I've much forgiven-
I'm a miracle of grace.

"Shout, ye bright angelic choir;
Praise the Lamb enthron'd above;
While astonished, I admire

God's free grace and boundless love.

"That bless'd moment I receiv'd him,
Fill'd my soul with joy and peace;
Love I much?-I've much forgiven-
I'm a miracle of grace."

CHAPTER X.

HERE, reader, you behold a sinner for the first time in his life, after crossing the line of accountability to God, safely within the gates of the city of refuge, and for the first time feeling that blood applied to his soul which speaketh better things than that of Abel. This was the new birth. Here were some fruits from the tree of life; here were grapes and pomegranates from the holy land; and here was a full and experimental proof that the kingdom of grace is not of meats and drinks-of outward forms and ceremonies-but that the fundamental and soulcheering principles of the true religion of Jesus Christ are righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost. I was now prepared to say, with the psalmist: "Come unto me, all ye that fear the Lord, and

I will tell you what he hath done for my soul: as far as the east is from the west, so far hath he separated my sins from me." I needed not mortal man to come and say to me, "Brother Henry, you have got religion if you will only believe it." O no! Glory be to God, I knew it for myself, for I had the witness within me, for the first time, that my Redeemer lived; and because he lived, I should live with him, for Jesus said to his disciples, "In that day ye shall know that I am in the Father, you in me, and I in you." Christ was then formed within, the hope of glory.

Now I had been able, through faith, to spring the bolt that had barred out the sinner's Friend, when he was saying, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if any man will hear my voice and open unto me, I will come in and sup with him, and he with me." Yes, dear reader, I was then entertaining the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. O what a heavenly honour for a poor fallen rebel! He that had been as a root out of dry ground to me, without form or comeliness, now appeared most divinely fair and beautiful.

I had prescribed many ways, during the hours of my conviction, in which I should be brought out, but all my plans and notions proved futile and illusive. The moment that I received the pledge of love, pardon and peace, I broke out into an involuntary laughter that might have been heard all over the camp-ground, which continued, perhaps,

for five minutes; and, as soon as I could articulate a word, I shouted, for the first time in my life, "Glory to God"-for my soul was full of glory and of God.

By this time our tent was surrounded with a cloud of living witnesses that had been waked up-not by the groanings and cries of the poor blind man— but by shouts and a new song of praise unto Him that had given the victory. About this time sister Keagy, whose tent I was in, came and sat down by my head and sung a heavenly anthem, seemingly with an angelic voice; fancy then pictured her to me as a heavenly messenger, clothed in white raiment; and her appearance is equally vivid to my mind's eye at the present time, and no doubt will so continue till I meet brother and sister Keagy the other side of Jordan, when faith will be swallowed up in sight, and hope in full fruition lost

"Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;
Where anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul."

Perhaps, in this most important period of my whole life, it may be well to pause for a moment and review the dangerous road over which we have just travelled. And you will allow me to exhort you, my dear reader, to enter in at this strait gate, otherwise you cannot go down to your grave in peace; unless you are blessed and holy in this life, you can have no part in the first resurrection, as I understand the Scriptures. I do not mean this