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 the converts with white locks frosted with the snows of many winters, trembling on their staves. There were the lambs of the fold, with their faces shining with the love of God. There were the young men and ladies just starting in life. There were the middle-aged fathers and mothers, with the great responsibilities of life resting on them, all sitting around the table of the Lord; some for the first time and others for the last.

By the earnest request of Brother S., the pastor, I commenced a series of meetings at New Haven, Allen County, Indiana, in the Methodist Church. I realized that I was set down in a valley of dry bones. I found very few Christians; only two or three that could take hold of the work. We held on to God, by faith and prayer, expecting to see the walls fall. They at once began to come to the altar, and came by scores. As many as forty and sixty came at once. We had cast the gospel-net and taken in so many fish that we could not get them to shore.

I prayed: "Oh, God, send us help." In answer to prayer, Brother S., the singing evangelist, and others, came.

The churches united in the work. We held the meeting part of the time in the Methodist Church, which, continued for two weeks, and resulted in hundreds of conversions, most of whom were taken into the churches. A Catholic was converted in this meeting. One dear sister in her seventieth year, and another fifty, who had been church members for years, said they had been deceived, and had been spiritually blind. Now they rejoiced in the God of their salvation.

I never saw so many young men come out in one meeting. Two of them have since been licensed in the Methodist Church.

A little girl, eight or nine years old, came to the altar. I asked her several questions. She said she wanted to be Jesus' little lamb, and very soon her little face was lighted up with the love of God. I asked her if her parents were Christians. She said her mamma was in heaven, but her papa was wicked; that he drank. I told her to talk and pray with him, and tell him if he did not come to Jesus he would be lost.

A few evenings after she made her way through the crowded house to the pulpit. I saw the little mite; she was waiting for me to speak to her. I took her in my arms and asked her if she