And then I can remember how I reminded my hearers that they had suffered shipwreck on the ocean of time through their sins and rebellion; that they were sinking down to destruction, but that if they would only hoist the signal of distress Jesus Christ would send off the life-boat to their rescue.
Then, jumping on the seat at the back of the pulpit, I waved my pocket-handkerchief round and round my head to represent the signal of distress I wanted them to hoist, and closed with an appeal to those who wanted to be rescued to come at once, and in the presence of the audience, to the front of the auditorium.

That night twenty-four knelt at the Saviour's feet, and one of them was the proud daughter of my Professor.
"The next morning was the time for examination and criticism of the previous day's work, and I had to appear before this Doctor of Divinity.

I entered the room with a fellow-student.

He was put through first.

After listening to the Doctor's judgment on his performance my turn came.