lujah! or, Praise the Lord! This, I told her, would be more pleasing to the ear of those who surrounded her. Thus I put forth the hand to steady the ark; but when the power of God overwhelmed my soul on the occasion above referred to, in spite of all of nature's powers or modern fashions, I yelled like a panther: I felt my pride greatly mortified, while the devil whispered to me that my brethren would all be tried with me for making such a great noise; and thus has been the manner of my exercises up to the present day; and when Satan comes whispering, order and decency, I just tell him to get behind me, and not trouble himself about children that do not belong to him. Very likely if it was not for this thorn in the flesh, this messenger of Satan to buffet me, these peculiar exercises might be the occasion of pride. Some one has said, "Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper." Mark its various transformations, as it seeks to retain its hold upon the heart; even at the throne of grace it will beset thee; yea, from the palaces of heaven ambitious pride once cast down a legion of angels; doubtless, pride is the most powerful engine that the prince of darkness ever run out from his depot; it is destroying more devotees at this day than were ever crushed under the wheels of Juggernaut. God knows that, blind and poor as I am, I am more afraid of this than of war, famine, or cholera. Here, at this campmeeting, I met, for the first time, sister Elizabeth Ward, under circumstances never to be forgotten.

About twelve o'clock on the first night of the camp-meeting, as I was returning from a prayermeeting, I heard deep and fervent intercessions going up to God in tones of earnest entreaty. It was Elizabeth wrestling for the crown of perfect love, which a short time previous had fallen from her head. As she saw me she said, "Brother Henry, come and pray for me." I was, at this time, nearly on the top-round of Jacob's ladder, and I felt more like praising than praying. But we knelt down there, and once more measured swords with the prince of darkness. The contest was severe, but faith told us the victory should be ours, and so it was. She again received the crown of perfect love, and wore it in triumph a few days on earth, and then melted away from the vision of her earthly friends, as the morning star melts away in the upper and brighter sky. Her friends have prepared a little volume of her life and warfare upon earth, and her early translation to her mansion of light. On the last morning of the camp-meeting, Brother Hartwell preached from this text: "Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me." My seat being immediately in front of the stand, I felt the honey very sensibly dropping from the rock as he blew the gospel trumpet over my head, sweetening all my ransomed powers. The sermon being over, I started for the tent; but, like the man sitting at the beautiful gate, I felt my feet and ankle-bones receive strength, and commenced leaping and prais

ing God. The meeting closed with a love-feast, at which a cloud of young converts testified that they had in that hallowed place found a sepulchre for all their sins. There were also witnesses, not a few, of complete and full salvation. Glory to God for full salvation! glory to God for camp-meetings! How many in the Church above would this day echo back, Glory to God for camp-meetings! for it has been the gate of heaven to their souls.

Do not think, reader, that we are going to make up our whole life on the camp-ground. Still, it will be something like the history of the Revolutionary War-mostly made up of great battles and glorious victories, while little is said about the days of drilling, brightening up armour, &c. But as Israel had pitched their tents again on the plains of the town of Schuyler, my wife being convalescent, we raised a little canvass house of our own; and, my Lord! was not that a Bethel to my soul? I was like a balloonist I once saw in Philadelphia. After his balloon was inflated, he got into his little car, and requested his friends to let him rise about twenty feet, and then fasten it to the ground with a cord, until he had everything in readiness to rise higher. Even so it was with my soul. It was perfectly inflated with the Spirit of the Lord. I think I then realized the prayer of the apostle in behalf of the Ephesians, "that they might know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge," and "be filled with all the fulness of God." Yes, glory to God!

my soul was floating far above the principalities and powers of earth; and had death at that time been permitted to cut the silver cord, my ransomed soul would have soared away to the home of its God. My wife, while engaged with Martha's hands, had Mary's heart. She had long since chosen that good part which Mary chose; and, thank God, although four long years have passed since that time, it has never been taken from her. Although sickness and sore conflicts have marked almost every step of her way since that time, yet she has been abundantly sustained. I wish to mention one little incident that occurred at this meeting, about my making money out of the devil. I was on my knees praising the Lord, when my little boy came and whispered in my ear, "Brother Henry, somebody has cut our harness all to pieces." I turned and said, "Do not say a word about it; if the devil wants to whet up his knife on my old harness, let him do it; it shall not disturb my peace." Neither could he; for just then I felt rich in the Lord. How glad he would have been to have disturbed my temper a little, and make me murmur against God for permitting me to suffer loss, when I was in the way of my duty. So I told the boy not to mention it; but I was too late, for he had already told several on the ground, and several of the brethren came and slipped a piece of money into my hand or pocket, to make up the loss. And at the close of the meeting, brother Jones came and

brought me a very good old harness, and said, "Brother Henry, I will make you a present of this harness." So I put it on my horse, and used it two or three years. My harness that was cut I got mended for one shilling. So you see I made quite a speculation out of the devil that time. If we want to take advantage of the devil, it is in vain to quarrel with him, for he has the benefit of long experience, and is very subtle; but we should do as the servants did in the case of the unmerciful creditor. They went and told their Lord, who at once punished him severely. Well, once more we were safely at home, and now comes the test of our Christian graces. Many Christians would stand a hard brush with the old evil one in person, while at the same time he would grow perplexed and peevish at a thousand little trials not larger than a mosquito.

Here is a wasting of spiritual strength so perpetual and gradual, that it is hardly perceived until the poor soul finds itself far gone in a spiritual consumption. The shorn Christian wonders at it, for he has kept up his usual form of prayer, both in public and private; indeed he cannot think of any sin of omission or commission, that he has been knowingly and willingly guilty of; but there he is. As great mountains are made up of little particles of sand, so these little mosquito trials have rolled up a mountain of sin between him and his God. Perhaps you have often prayed that the Lord would pour out his Spirit upon the heathen, and convert