I went with Aunt Mercy to meetings three times a day, and employed myself in scanning the countenances around me, curious to discover the first symptoms of Conviction.
One night when grand'ther came in to prayers, he told Aunt Mercy that Pardon Hitch was awfully distressed in mind, in view of his sins.

She replied that he was always a good man.
"As good as any unregenerate man can be." "I might as well be a thorough reprobate then," I thought, "like Sal Thompson, who seems remarkably happy, as to try to behave as well as Pardon Hitch, who is a model in Barmouth." When we went to church the next morning, I saw him in one of the back pews, leaning against the rail, as if he had no strength.

His face was full of anguish.

He sat there motionless all day.

He was prayed for, but did not seem to hear the prayers.