does
the anguish of the sickened flesh or any form of physical misery.

[103] Studies in the Psychology of Religious Phenomena, American
Journal of Psychology, vii. 309 (1896).

Undoubtedly this conception covers an immense number of cases. A good
one to use as an example is that of Mr. S. H. Hadley, who after his
conversion became an active and useful rescuer of drunkards in New
York. His experience runs as follows:--

"One Tuesday evening I sat in a saloon in Harlem, a homeless,
friendless, dying drunkard. I had pawned or sold everything that would
bring a drink. I could not sleep unless I was dead drunk. I had not
eaten for days, and for four nights preceding I had suffered with
delirium tremens, or the horrors, from midnight till morning. I had
often said, 'I will never be a tramp. I will never be cornered, for
when that time comes, if ever it comes, I will find a home in the
bottom of the river.' But the Lord so ordered it that when that time
did come I was not able to walk one quarter of the way to the river.
As I sat there thinking, I seemed to feel some great and mighty
presence. I did not know then what it was. I did learn afterwards
that it was Jesus, the sinner's friend. I walked up to the bar and
pounded it with my fist till I made the glasses rattle. Those who
stood by drinking looked on with scornful curiosity. I said I would
never take another drink, if I died on the street, and really I felt as
though that would happen before morning. Something said, 'If you want
to keep this promise, go and have yourself locked up.' I went to the
nearest station-house and had myself locked up.

"I was placed in a narrow cell, and it seemed as though all the demons
that could find room came in that place with me. This was not all the
company I had, either. No, praise the Lord: that dear Spirit that
came to me in the saloon was present, and said, Pray. I did pray, and
though I did not feel any great help, I kept on praying. As soon as I
was able to leave my cell I was taken to the police court and remanded
back to the cell. I was finally released, and found my way to my
brother's house, where every care was given me. While lying in bed the
admonishing Spirit never left me, and when I arose the following
Sabbath morning I felt that day would decide my fate, and toward
evening it came into my head to go to Jerry M'Auley's Mission. I went.
The house was packed, and with great difficulty I made