When had the First Church yielded to such a baptism of tears?
What had become of its regular, precise, conventional order of service, undisturbed by any vulgar emotion and unmoved by any foolish excitement?
But the people had lately had their deepest convictions touched.

They had been living so long on their surface feelings that they had almost forgotten the deeper wells of life.

Now that they had broken the surface, the people were convicted of the meaning of their discipleship.
Mr.Maxwell did not ask, this morning, for volunteers to join those who had already pledged to do as Jesus would.

But when the congregation had finally gone, and he had entered the lecture-room, it needed but a glance to show him that the original company of followers had been largely increased.

The meeting was tender; it glowed with the Spirit's presence; it was alive with strong and lasting resolve to begin a war on the whiskey power in Raymond that would break its reign forever.