to look a bit zmarter, an' tho 'oman 'ool be we' me bevor long. I wanted to buy 'er an' tho chil'rn zom' thengs vuz'. "No, 'Arry," zhe zed," yo' muz' 'av' zom thengs bevor I an' tho little uns. Yo' can git a bit vurther vrom tho devel we' your new thengs. I thenk tho devel 'az a likin' vor rags an' dirt, an' 'e 'ool mek zhabby thengs a temptation to 'e. Yo' 'ad better liv' we' tho meetin'ers az much az yo' can. Yo' be wake yit, 'Arry, an' 'e knaws it." Vrien's, our 'ouz iz not like tho zem plez it uz'd to be. Tho devel Drenk uz'd to be mezter in me 'ouz but tho Lord Jazuz 'elped me to zend 'im ovv.' Turning to me, he continued: Aubourn, yo' 'mimber zain', "Tho cup muz' goo"? It 'inged thar; an' our minizter knock'd tho naiel on tho 'ead wen o brought tho pledge-book vor me to zign. That be two months thez very evenin'; but mind yo', I didn't vind tho Zaviour that night. An' I thenk, iv any ov yo' chaps 'xperienced w'at I did that week, yo'ool be very kerevul 'ow yo' act in tho vuture.

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'Vriends, I'm indeeted to a good zister in thiz chapel moor'n I can tell 'e vor me convarzion. Iz, thar's tho good anjal that kip comin' to drunken 'Arry's 'ouz. Varmer Kemp, yo' 'av' got a trazure in yo'r chil'. Me 'oman thenks tha' 'ool mek a vluster up thar among tho anjals an' zaints on 'er 'rival wum. Iz, vrien's, zhe zat on tho ol' ztool be me zide, an' tuk me 'an' in 'ers, an' tears war runnin' down me vace, an' it zeem'd az tho zhe put tother 'an' in 'er 'Eavenly Vather's; an' then zhe zed, "Zave 'Arry for Thy Zon Jazus Chrizt's zek, an' 'elp 'im an' 'iz wive to 'zide vor Thee." An' two months nex' Vrida' I began to walk in tho road ov tho New Jeruzalem.'

Miss Kemp was the next to rise; her face was

radiant with joy,—joy springing from an assurance that she was the King's daughter. No one was better known in the village than this young Christian girl. Many could testify that she had been as an angel of mercy to desolate homes and cheerless hearts. Zhe'z 'er mother's girl,' said the old people, who remembered Mrs. Kemp, when a young girl, doing the same. Rachel Kemp, in her own sweet, quiet way, said:

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'What I am, what I have, what little I have done, I must praise God for. I cannot tell you, my friends, how greatly indebted I am to my Heavenly Father for my religious training. You know with what care my parents have watched over mine and my brothers' and sisters' spiritual welfare. We are all saved; ours is a happy home. "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits."

'I was just turned nine years of age when I asked Jesus to save me; and He took me as one of His lambs; and He has been carrying me ever since. Eleven years last July, Jesus came to me in my father's hayfield, and there and then I knew my young heart was changed. I am asking Him every day to show me my work. I have been saying, since that happy Sunday morning when the good work commenced in this chapel, "Here am I, send I have laid my all on the altar; and I have been enabled so far to keep it there. I have no higher wish than to spend and to be spent for God.'

me.

Old Father Hyde then said: 'Let us zeng a verse or two, vrien's:

""Com' on, me pardners in diztrezz,
Me comrades dru tho wildernezz,
Who ztill yo'r bodies veel.

Awile vorget yor grieves an' vears,
An' look beyand thiz vale ov tears
To that zelestiel 'il.

"""Who zuvver we' our Mezter 'ere,
We zhall bevor 'Iz vace appear,
An' by 'Iz zide zit down.

To patient vaith tho prize iz zure,
An al' that to tho end endure

Tho crozz, zhall wear tho crown."

By this time the meeting had become a blessed means of grace. We were filled with the 'new wine' of the kingdom; we had caught the spirit of our ancestors.

For enthusiastic meetings, carry me back to the old prayer-meetings, class-meetings, and love-feasts of the early Methodists. They were not afraid to show their religion, or to shout it. Why? Because they felt it; it was a reality.

'Mother Margery 'ool za' a vew words,' Father Hyde announced.

I war thenkin',' said the old woman, "'ow much kere tho blezzed Lord 'av' teken ov me an' we' me on tho road to glory. Blezz 'Im,—

❝“I'm a pilgrim boun' vor glory,

I'm a pilgrim gwain wum."

I 'av' thought much ov tho Lord's words zence we 'av' bin together thiz mornin': "Thou zhal' 'member al' tho wa' which tho Lord thy God 'av' led 'e thez vorty years in tho wildernezz, to 'umble 'e an' to prove 'e, to knaw w'at waz in thy 'eart, wether thou 'oodzt kip 'Iz commandments or no." I don't thenk I am very var vrom tho zeleztiel 'ill; 'pears az though I am "to tho margin com," an' I "'zpect to die;" but, vrien's, az zoon az that be over, I zpect to live in me Zaviour vor ever an' ever.

"Av' 'ad miny a convarzation we' 'Im in tho coorz ov me live. An' 'e kip on zain', I zhal zee 'Im az O iz; an me vaith iz 'ard to zhek at me time ov live. "In me Vather's 'ouz be miny manzions." I've only one zmal' room to live in down 'ere; but, blezz 'Im! wen O come to zev uz vrom tho curz ov tho vaľ, O 'adn't az much az that vor 'Imzelv. But O didn't me-an uz to be in tho dark about our plez up yander, an' zoo O zed, "Iv 'twar not zoo, I 'ood 'av' told 'e. I goo to 'pear a plez vor 'e: and if I goo an' 'pear a plez vor 'e, I'll come agen an' tek 'e unto Mezelv, that war I am, thar yo' ma' be alzo." Yo' an' I, Vather 'Ide, 'av' bin longer down 'ere than moozt ov 'em; but we 'ool zoon greet in tho Zion ov tho King.

““ Thar al' zhip's company meet

Wo 'av' zail'd we' our Zaviour beneath.”

The influence of that Sabbath morning's meeting remains with me to-day.

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CHAPTER VIII.

THE MISSION BAND.

N the evening of the same day on which the Classes met, an announcement from the pulpit was made that the Rev. Pearson Strong would preach on the following night; after which a meeting would be held, to take into consideration the advisability of forming a Mission Band for the parish of Hathercott. All the friends, but the young especially, were earnestly invited to attend. The minister preached a stirring sermon on the Saviour's words to His disciples: Ye are witnesses of these things;' and then gave all the members a hearty invitation to remain to the after meeting. He asked us to sing the following lines:

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'The love of Christ doth me constrain To seek the wandering souls of men ; With cries, entreaties, tears, to save, To snatch them from the gaping grave.' 'Brother Templer will now pray with us,' the minister said.

'We 'av' me-et to-night,' he began, 'to org'nize vor carr'in' out Thy orders. We intend gwain out