He advised her to write
the names down, and then to pray earnestly; and then he went away and
thought of the subject no more. Soon a feeling of great religious
interest sprang up in the village, and the churches were crowded
nightly. The little cripple heard of the progress of the revival, and
inquired anxiously for the names of the saved. A few weeks later she
died, and among a roll of papers that was found under her little pillow,
was one bearing the names of fifty-six persons, every one of whom had in
the revival been converted. By each name was a little cross, by which
the poor crippled saint had checked off the names of the converts as
they had been reported to her.
A Child's Prayer Answered.
I remember a child that lived with her parents in a small village. One
day the news came that her father had joined the army (it was at the
beginning of our war), and a few days after the landlord came to demand
the rent. The mother told him she hadn't got it, and that her husband
had gone into the army. He was a hard hearted wretch, and he stormed and
said that they must leave the home; he wasn't going to have people who
couldn't pay the rent. After he was gone, the mother threw herself into
the arm-chair, and began to weep bitterly.
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