" But she raved and slapped him on the face and
shrieked, "You're not my son," and then raved again and tore her hair.
He left the asylum more dead than alive, so completely broken-hearted
that he died in a few months. Yes the fruit was long growing, but at the
last it ripened to the harvest like a whirlwind.
Madness and Death.
I was coming along north Clark street one evening when a man shot past
me like an arrow. But he had seen me, and turned and seized me by the
arm. Saying eagerly, "Can I be saved to-night. The devil is coming to
take me to hell at 1 o'clock tonight." "My friend, you are mistaken." I
thought the man was sick. But he persisted that the devil had come and
laid his hand upon him, and told him he might have till 1 o'clock, and
said he: "Won't you go up to my room and sit with me." I got some men up
to his room to see to him. At 1 o'clock the devils came into that room,
and all the men in that room could not hold him. He was reaping what he
had sown. When the Angel of Death came and laid his cold hand on him, oh
how he cried for mercy.
SAVED.
A London Doctor Saved after Fifty Years of Prayer.
When I was in London there was a leading doctor in that city, upwards of
seventy years of age, wrote me a note to come and see him privately
about his soul.
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