Even those contemptible devils were having their tongues cooled with blessed drops of water.

The fires grew dim, and it seemed as if there was to be a rain of grace and mercy in that region of despair.
Then I preferred my petition, that God would write his name upon my forehead, and give me that "new name" which should mark me as his; that he would bring William into the fold, and do with me as he would.

I would be content to spend my whole life in any labor he should appoint, without a sign of the approval of God or man, if, in the end, I and mine should be found among those "who had washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb." I fell asleep--slept hours--and when the sun was setting, woke in perfect peace.

My proposition had been accepted, and wonderful grace, which had given what I had not dared to ask, assurance of present acceptance.

I should have all the work and privation for which I had bargained--should be a thistle-digger in the vineyard; should be set to tasks from which other laborers shrank, but in no trial could I ever be alone, and should at last hear the welcome "well done." I arose as one from a grave to a joyous resurrection; but kept all these things in my heart.