Why, the other day he was walkin' out from Coventry to a service.

It was the Sabbath, and he saw a man in a bit of grass by the road-side, mendin' his cart.

And he stopped did Edward, and gave him the Word _strong_.

The man seemed puzzled like, and said he meant no harm.
"No harm!" says Edward, "when you're just doin' the devil's work every nail you put in, and hammerin' away, mon, at your own damnation." But here's his letter.' And while Rose turned away to a far window to hide an almost hysterical inclination to laugh, Mrs.Fleming opened her bag, took out a treasured paper, and read with the emphasis and the unction peculiar to a certain type of revivalism:-- '"Poor sinner! He was much put about.

I left him, praying the Lord my shaft might rankle in him; ay, might fester and burn in him till he found no peace but in Jesus.