There where he
was born and brought up he was now an alien, and unknown even in the old
haunts. But at last he found a couple of townsmen that remembered his
father and mother, but they told him the old house had been deserted
long years ago, that he had been gone but a few months before his father
was confined to his house; and very soon after died broken-hearted, and
that his mother had gone out of her mind. He went to the mad-house where
his mother was, and went up to her and said, "Mother, mother, don't you
know me? I am your son." But she raved and slapped him on the face and
shrieked, "You're not my son," and then raved again and tore her hair.
He left the asylum more dead than alive, so completely broken-hearted
that he died in a few months. Yes the fruit was long growing, but at the
last it ripened to the harvest like a whirlwind.

Madness and Death.

I was coming along north Clark street one evening when a man shot past
me like an arrow. But he had seen me, and turned and seized me by the
arm. Saying eagerly, "Can I be saved to-night. The devil is coming to
take me to hell at 1 o'clock tonight." "My friend, you are mistaken." I
thought the man was sick. But he persisted that the devil had come and
laid his hand upon him, and told him he might have till 1 o'clock, and
said he: "Won't you go up to my room and sit with me." I got some men up
to his room to see to him. At 1 o'clock the devils came into that room,
and all the men in that room could not hold him. He was reaping what he
had sown. When the Angel of Death came and laid his cold hand on him, oh
how he cried for mercy.

SAVED.

A London Doctor Saved after Fifty Years of Prayer.

When I was in London there was a leading doctor in that city, upwards of
seventy years of age, wrote me a note to come and see him privately
about his soul. He was living at a country seat a little way out of
London, and he came into town only two or three times a week. He was
wealthy and was nearly retired. I received the note right in the midst
of the London work, and told him I could not see him. I received a note
a day or two after from a member of his family, urging me to come. The
letter said his wife had been praying for him for fifty years, and all
the children had become Christians by her prayers. She had prayed for
him all those years, but no impression had been made upon him. Upon his
desk they had found the letter from me, and they came up to London to
se