r and blackness of
darkness in which souls "cast from God's presence" must dwell forever.
Prostrate in utter helplessness, she cast herself upon the Eternal
Father's mercy. If He would forgive her selfish rebellion against the
removal of Martha, if He would give her back the joy of the first years
of her espousal to her husband, if He would only forgive her, she could
do without all the rest--and then in a moment, in the twinkling of an
eye, she knew she was forgiven. An inexpressible glory filled her soul,
washed clean of sin. Love beyond words, peace and joy beyond expression,
surrounded her. She stood up and lifted her face and hands to heaven and
cried out like one in a swoon of triumph,

"Thou hast called me by my name! I am Thine!"

All doubt, all fear, all sorrow, all pain was gone. She knew as by
flashlight, her whole duty to her husband and her relatives and friends.
She was willing with all her heart to perform it. She went to the little
stream and bathed her face and she thought it said as it ran onward,
_"Happy woman! Happy woman!"_ The trees looked larger and greener, and
seemed to stand in a golden glow. The shepherd's rose and the stately
foxgloves were more full of color and scent. She heard the fine inner
tones of the birds' songs that Heaven only hears; and all nature was
glorified and rejoiced with her. She had a new heart and the old cares
and sorrows had gone away forever.

Such conversions are among the deepest, real facts in the history of the
soul of man. They have occurred in all ages, in all countries, and in
all conditions of life, for we know that they are the very truth, as we
have seen them translated into action. There is no use attempting to
explain by any human reason facts of such majesty and mystery, for how
can natural reason explain what is supernatural?

In a rapture of joy Jane walked swiftly home. She was not conscious of
her movements, the solid earth might have been a road of some buoyant
atmosphere. All the world looked grandly different, and she herself was
as one born again. Her servants looked at her in amazement and talked
about "the change in Missis," while the work of the household dropped
from their hands until old Adam Boothby, the gardener, came in for his
dinner.

"She passed me," he said, "as I was gathering berries. She came from the
oak wood, and O blind women that you be, couldn't you see she hed been
with God? The clear shining of His face was over her. She'