My neighbours sometimes amused themselves with what they considered my groundless faith. Under these circumstances I one day ascended the ladder leading to the garret of my cabin, where I had just room to kneel down; and if any man on earth ever got a direct answer from a telegraph, I think I received one from the throne above concerning my wife. When I came down stairs I told her she might look for a change in her condition shortly.

The same evening, about dark, the family found her speechless, with one half her person, from head to foot, cold and stiff. She believed herself dying; and as she reflected that she was only a step from the kingdom of glory, the flood-gates of grace were raised upon her soul; and though she had not been able to speak a loud word for some weeks, she now shouted, "Glory! glory! glory!" so that she might have been heard in the streets. Every earthly infirmity seemed to be swept overboard by the flood of glory which poured upon her in copious effusions. The whole room seemed to be lit up with the glory of God.

The doctor was soon called, and ordered her a little wine. She replied that she expected soon to drink of the fruit of the living vine in her Father's kingdom. The doctor was a full-blooded sceptic, and, like the ancient Pharisee, had never seen anything of that fashion before. Doubtless he little expected, when he was called in to administer medi

eine to his patient, to have an exhortation poured on to him; but upon him the great work began, and for weeks she exhorted saint and sinner as they daily entered her room. That voice and throat which, for months previous, were scarcely able to utter a word, were now audible and strong.

She believed that she had now received the fulness of the blessing of the gospel of peace. Grace had loosed the last earth-bound tie, and she seemed to be like a good saint who took her passport to glory not long since. Consumption had gradually consumed her until her feet stood in the waters of Jordan. Her husband and six children gathered around her dying-couch to receive her blessing, and give the last farewell. She first threw her arms around her beloved husband, exhorted him to meet her in heaven, kissed him, and gave him to God. Then taking the oldest child, and from him down to the little babe, she bade them all farewell, and left them in the hands of God; then folding up her arms and closing her eyes, she said, "Now I have nothing to do but die." She lay still and silent for a few moments, when a sunbeam of glory seemed to illuminate her features, and she clapped her hands and shouted, "They 're coming! they 're coming! and our little Willie is with them, and O how beautiful he looks!" and thus, with an escort of angels, she went home.

Mrs. Henry felt that she had nothing to do but die. Her only disappointment was that she did not

hear the rumbling of the chariot wheels sent to bear her ransomed soul to mingle with the company of just men made perfect. Never did she view herself as nothing but dust and ashes until now. She often remarked that she felt like a little worm crawling upon the floor, every moment subject to be crushed.

Power seemed to be given her in her weakness, so that the story of the love of Jesus to sinners, and what he had done for her poor soul, seemed to make everything quake. She seemed to have been made perfect through suffering. She had gone out of herself, and was hid with Christ in God. At this point, I discovered that she had passed me on the race-course, although she started about a year after me. I now plainly saw her some distance in the advance in full stretch for the crown. I had no desire to hold her by the skirt, but have been trying with all my might to overtake her. But if I do not, I still say to her,

"If you get there before I do,

Look out for me, I'm coming too."

CHAPTER XXV.

In the fall of 1848, Rev. Jesse Penfield being about to close up his labours on this circuit, God put it into his heart to raise a Methodist chapel in Frankfort.

To all appearance this might have staggered the faith of Abraham; but with God impossible things become possible. The attempt was made, and in February, 1849, a beautiful brick church was dedicated to Almighty God, by Rev. B. J. Diefendorf, then presiding elder on that district. A protracted meeting was then commenced in the Baptist and Methodist Churches. The battle now began in good earnest; the powers of darkness gave way, and a glorious revival followed in both Churches. Frankfort in a measure seemed to be redeemed. good it is to hold on to the arm of the Lord and wait patiently for him! The blind man's cottage could not now hold a tenth part of the lovers of prayer-meetings, where, for six years previous, they would not average ten persons, including all denominations. I was deprived of hearing the dedication sermon, as duty and affection kept me by the bedside of my suffering companion; but in the evening I had the happiness of listening to brother Wyatt.

O how

His subject was the great feast which God had prepared for the souls of them that love him. I will assure you I opened my mouth wide as the Lord had commanded me, and my soul partook heartily of the solids as well as the fluids that faith saw plainly spread out before me,-not only fat things full of marrow, but wine as pure and effervescent as that drawn from the water-pots at the wedding in Galilee. As I arose, after the sermon, to express my gratitude to God for what he had done,

and what he was about to do for sinners in Frankfort, I took so large a draught of this wine that I reeled and fell under its power; and I have scarcely drawn a sober breath since. It was the same kind of wine that the disciples drank on the day of Pentecost, when they were accused by the multitude of being drunk. Wine, here, is a symbol of the Holy Spirit, and any man that has ever been intoxicated by the madeira and champagne of this world, and also that of the kingdom of grace, will see a forcible and striking similitude between them. It is with shame that I confess that I have more than once been staggering drunk on the wine of this world. But I rejoice to say that I have since that time drank to intoxication of that which flows from Christ the living vine. Therefore I speak what I know by experience. But let us trace the analogy; and to make it plainer permit me to relate one or two circumstances of my shameful experience while dwelling in the land of Egypt. When I was engaged in business at the South, and especially on the Alleghany Mountains, it was a custom for the lawyers, doctors, engineers, and contractors, and a like quality falsely called gentlemen, to have occasionally a venison dinner, with sumptuous trimmings and sparkling wines. You see now, at two o'clock, twenty fashionable well-dressed men, who, from their conversation and general deportment, give every appearance of gentlemen in the true sense of the word.

We will now close the door