He continued in the same unsettled state, occasionally going out, and looking with intensity on the pure azure over his head; for a more unclouded sky was rarely ever seen.  Contrary to all external signs of rain, and contrary to the expectations of all, except himself, the sky became overcast toward evening, and the clouds dropped the fullness of a shower upon the earth.  His very soul seemed to drink in the falling drops.  The family grouped around him, like children around their father, while he gave out his favorite hymn, “I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;” “and after singing it with a countenance all a-glow, through the sunshine of heaven upon his soul, he knelt down and prayed.  All were overpowered; it was a season of refreshing from the presence of the Lord.

His biographer says of him:  “Samuel had no weather glass upon which to look except the Bible, in which he was taught to believe, and expect that for which he prayed; nothing on which he could depend but God, and his faith was set in God for rain.”

PRAYING FOR THE WIND TO COME.

A remarkable incident, showing how God makes the winds to obey him in obedience to the prayer of his righteous ones, and the expectations of their faith, occurred also in Samuel Hick’s life, which is really an astonishing proof of God’s supernatural power.

A church gathering was to take place at Micklefleld, and Samuel had promised two loads of corn for their use.  The day fixed drew near, but there was no flour in the house, and the wind-mills, in consequence of a long calm, stretched out their arms in vain to catch the rising breezes.  In the midst of this death-like quiet, Samuel carried his corn to the mill nearest his own residence, and requested the miller to unfurl his sails.  The miller objected, stating that there was “no wind.”  Samuel, on the other hand, continued to urge his request, saying, “I will go and pray while you spread the cloth.” More with a view of gratifying the applicant than of any faith he had, the man stretched his canvas. No sooner had he done this than, to his utter astonishment, a fine breeze sprung up, the fans whirled around, the corn was converted into meal, and Samuel returned with his burden rejoicing, and had everything in readiness for the festival.

In the mean time, a neighbor who had seen the fan in vigorous motion, took also some corn to be ground; but the wind had dropped, and the miller remarked to him, “You must send for Sammy Hick to pray for the wind to blow again.”

SNAILS IN THE ARK.

To many who with despondency protest that they have not faith enough, get along so slow, are too weak, &c, the following sharp retort of Hick will prove a bright lining to their dark cloud of failing, and lead them to plod on in prayer.

“To a gentleman laboring under great nervous depression, whom he had visited, and who was moving along the streets as though he was apprehensive that every step would shake his system in pieces, he was rendered singularly useful.  They met, and Samuel, having a deeper interest in the soul than the body, asked:  ’Well, how are you getting on your way to Heaven.’”