er, and the other said: "Now what
have you got at those meetings that you didn't have in the first
place?"

"I have a peace that I never knew of before. I am at peace with God,
myself and all the world." Did you ever have a little war of your own
with your neighbors, in your own family? And she said: "I have
self-control. You know, sister, if you had said half the mean things
before I was converted that you have said since, I would have been
angry and answered back, but if you remember correctly, I haven't
answered once since I have been converted."

The sister said: "You certainly have something that I have not." The
other told her it was for her too, and she brought the sister to the
meetings, where she found peace.

Like Martha and Mary, they had a brother, but he was a member of the
University of Edinburgh. He be converted? He go to these meetings? It
might do for women, but not for him. One night they came home and told
him that a chum of his own, a member of the University, had stood up
and confessed Christ, and when he sat down his brother got up and
confessed; and so with the third one.

When the young man heard it, he said: "Do you mean to tell me that he
has been converted?"

"Yes."

"Well," he said, "there must be something in it."

He put on his hat, and coat, and went to see his friend Black. Black
got him down to the meetings, and he was converted.

We went through to Glasgow, and had not been there six weeks when news
came that that young man had been stricken down and died. When he was
dying he called his father to his bedside and said:

"Wasn't it a good thing that my sisters went to those meetings? Won't
you meet me in heaven, father?"

"Yes, my son, I am so glad you are a Christian; that is the only
comfort that I have in losing you. I will become a Christian, and will
meet you again."

I tell this to encourage some sister to go home and carry the message
of salvation. It may be that your brother may be taken away in a few
months. My dear friends, are we not living in solemn days? Isn't it
time for us to get our friends into the Kingdom of God? Come, wife,
won't you tell your husband? Come, sister, won't you tell your
brother? Won't you take up your cross now? The blessing of God will
rest on your soul if you will.

I was in Wales once, and a lady told me this little story: An English
friend of hers, a mother, had a child that was sick. At first they
considered there was no danger, un