And here came others of all denominations, consoling themselves that they were just as well off if they were Christians as if they had made all this fuss about the millennium.

Here was August, too, now almost well, joining with the rest in singing those sweet and inspiring Adventist hymns.

His German heart could not keep still where there was singing, and now, in gratefulness at new-found health, he was more inclined to music than ever.

So he joined heartily and sincerely in the song that begins: "Shall Simon bear his cross alone, And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me.
I'll bear the consecrated cross Till from the cross I'm free, And then go home to wear the crown.
For there's a crown for me! Yes, there's a crown in heaven above, The purchase of a Saviour's love.
Oh I that's the crown for me!" When the concourse reached the lines, "The saints have heard the midnight cry, Go meet him in the air!" neither August nor any one else could well resist the infection of the profound and awful belief in the immediate coming of the end which pervaded the throng.

Strong men and women wept and shouted with the excitement.
Then Elder Hankins exhorted a little.