ich people have
feared was going to pass away is better to-day than ever. It is the
object of deeper affection, and there is no question but that more
people are believing in it to-day as the inspired Word of God than for
years; and all because they have tested it and it has stood the test.

Second: A better day of prayer is dawning. Fifty thousand people in
Great Britain are banded together to pray and to pray until the
blessing comes if that be for years. Oh, that God would teach us to
pray! We do not half understand what it means to ask God for blessings.

A story of prayer which would seem impossible if I did not know it to
be true, for I have friends who have been in the town where it occurred
and have met the descendants of the old sea captain, is the story of
the captain who took his boy and others to fish and in the midst of the
hurricane the boy was washed over board. Broken-hearted, he returned
to the shore and the fisher wife, as was her custom, came down to meet
them, only to sob her way back to her home because her boy was gone.
They spent the night in the kirk in prayer, when the minister said,
"Why not ask God to restore his body?" and they did. They put out to
sea and journeyed sixty miles until he told them to stop and when they
let over the grappling hooks they knew by the very tug of the rope that
they had his body. They bore it back again to the broken-hearted
captain and his wife, who had all the time been waiting in the kirk in
prayer. May God teach us how to pray!

A brighter day is dawning, and while it may be that some of us cannot
see it, while there may be skeptics who say it is not exactly true, yet
I know from what I have seen myself that the darkness is passing away.

In June, 1897, the steamer Catalonia at ten o'clock at night was found
to be on fire. One of my friends has told me that he paced the deck
and considered himself lost because the flames were burning fiercely.
Finally the fire was under control and the people sang, "Praise God
from whom all blessings flow." Telling me of the lessons that he
learned on this awful journey, he said: "That night at twelve o'clock,
when the pumps were being forced and the clouds of smoke were taking on
new dimensions and we were wondering what the morning would bring us,
the man on the bridge shouted, as he had at each midnight of the trip,
'Eight bells, all's well!'" Had the man down in a stateroom watching
by the side of his sick wif