At  the  close  of  one  of  our  meetings,  in  January  of  that
year,  I  found  him  sitting  near  the  door  with  his  face  bur-
ied in  his  hands,  weeping  bitterly.  He  was  a  heavy,
large-formed,  stalwart  man,  thirty-eight  years  of  age,
whose  countenance  evinced  the  energy  which  he  after-
wards so  nobly  displayed  where  iron  nerve  was  necessary
to  enable  him  to  do  his  Master's  work.  His  soul-jewel
was  encased  in  a  homely  setting.  His  red,  unkempt  hair,
his  hard-featured  face,  which  had  been  browned  by  the
exposure  of  twenty  years  at  sea,  gave  but  the  promise  of
the  hard  toil  he  afterwards  endured  for  his  Divine  Lord.
There  he  sat,  weeping  convulsively,  the  burden  of  sin
pressing  heavily  upon  him,  his  whole  frame  shaking  with
emotion,  and  his  heart  ready  to  burst  I  had  preached
tliat  evening  from  the  words,  "  Remember  Lot's  wife."
The  Spirit  used  them  to  send  an  arrow  of  conviction  into
the  very  depths  of  his  heart  I  presented  him  to  the
Lamb  of  God,  and  prayed  with  him,  and  as  he  was  leav-
ing, gave  him  such  directions  as  his  case  demanded.  The
next  day  he  came  again,  and  said  he  thought  every  word
of  the  sermon  was  meant  for  him.  I  saw  him  from  time
tP  time  for  the  next  three  days,  during  which  the  Divine
Spirit  led  him  higher  and  higher  up  into  the  Divine  life,
until  he  could  look  down  upon  his  soul  as  a  territory  con-
quered for  Christ.
I08  riFTY  YEARS  AMONG   SAILORS.
