Expecting  the  spirit's  guidance,  I  was  not  as  much  sur-
prised as  I  was  rejoiced.  The  day  moved  on  grandly,  that
old  Scotch  Presbyterian  lady  making  the  rounds  of  the
saloons  and  admonishing  the  men  to  quit  drinking  and
come  to  the  meeting.  The  Catholic  school-teacher  also
invited  them  in  from,  the  * '  highways  and  hedges. ' '  In
the  mean  time  I  visited  all  the  families,  distributing
tracts  and  praying.  Some  promised  then  and  there  to
come  to  the  I^ord  and  henceforth  follow  Him.  That
night  my  cottage  had  finally  been  selected  as  the  place
for  meeting,  and  it  was  full  of  anxious  hearers.  Holiness
drew  together  Catholics,  Methodists,   Presbyterians,  and


I04  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES.
all  who  came,  down  to  the  feet  of  our  one  common  Lord,
our  Saviour.  The  Holy  Spirit  led  the  meeting,  moving
in  our  hearts,  giving  us  ''  07ie  mind."  It  was  a  pleasant
sight  when  the  season  of  prayer  began  to  see  an  old
Catholic  gentleman  motion  to  his  little  grandchildren  all
around  him  to  kneel  and  worship.  The  word  was  read,
Salvation  songs,  with  piano  accompaniments,  were  sung,
and  all  present  promised  to  admit  the  Saviour  into  their
hearts.  Truly  we  had  a  blessed  meeting,  some  testifying
and  exhorting.  When  starting  away  the  next  morning
to  board  the  Nevada  Central  Railway,  and  asking  what
our  hotel  bill  was,  "  Nothing,"  came  the  reply  from  the
same  man  who  received  us  so  coldly.  Here  was  another
open  indication  of  His  providing  care  and  glorious  pres-
ence. Similar  providences  awaited  us  all  along  this  little
tour, — a  kind  of  wedding  journey  with  our  "Maker,  who
is  our  husband"  (Isa.  1,  4).     Hallelujah  !


Battle  Song.
