At night his wife led him home.
By the end of the third day, he interrupted an exhorting brother by rising, and uttering an inarticulate cry.

We all looked.

The tears were streaming down his pale face, which was lighted up by a smile of joy.

He seemed like a man escaped from some great danger, torn, bruised, breathless, but alive.

The minister left the pulpit to shake hands with him; the brethren crowded round to congratulate him, and the meeting broke up at once.
Neither grand'ther nor Aunt Mercy had spoken to me concerning my interest in Religion; but on that very evening Mr.Boold, the minister, came in to tea and asked me, while he was taking off his overcoat, if I knew that Christ had died for me?
I answered that I was not sure of it.
"Do you read your Bible, child ?" "Every day." "And what does it teach you ?" "I do not know." "Miss Mercy, I will thank you for another cup.