I've coaxed them, threatened them, prayed for them with tears of agony, for what soul is not dear to our Saviour?
The worse the soul, the more the Saviour yearns to reclaim it.

You remember the parable of the ninety-and-nine ?" "Who can forget it ?" said the reverend doctor, tears springing to his eyes.
"No one, my dear brother,--no one," replied the priest.

"Well, my lost sheep have all come back.

The invisible Church has helped the visible, and--" "Is my Church, then, invisible ?" asked Dr.Guide, with a quick relapse into his old-time manner.
"My dear brother," exclaimed the priest, "which is the greater?
Which exists only for the other ?" "I beg your pardon," said Dr.Guide, his face thawing in an instant.
"Again I thank you from the depths of my heart," said the old priest, "and--" "Father Black," interrupted the pastor, "the more you thank me the more uncomfortable I feel.

Whatever credit is awarded, except to Heaven, for the great and unexpected experiences which have been made manifest at my church, belongs entirely to a man who, being the lowest of the low, has set forth an example of perfect obedience." "That poor cobbler?
You are right, I verily believe, and I shall go at once to pour out my heart to him." "Let me go with you, Father--_Brother_, Black.