Children with frightened eyes seized the cold hands of their mothers.

Some fainted, but could not be borne out, so solid was the throng.

Their neighbors loosened their garments and fanned them, repeating snatches of hymns, and waiting for the next word of the preacher.

"The Lord is dealing with his people," they said; "convicting sinners, and calling the lost sheep home." The preacher stood as if lifted by an inward power, beholding with joy the working of the Word, but with a total unconsciousness of himself.

The young man seemed meek and lowly while he was about his Father's business.
And after waiting for a few moments, the music of his voice poured out peace upon that awakened throng.
"'Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.' Yes, fellow-sinners, rest.