Next, let me tell of a vision which refers to others.  My sister came to me one morning, and said, “William, I had a vision last night of a young man in a tall hat, with a green-and-red carpet-bag in his hand.  I saw him so plainly, that I should know him again anywhere.  He was walking up the road when you met him, shook hands, and returned with him to the house.  Then you and F——­ brought him in at the glass door.  On the hall table there stood a basket containing four beautiful and fragrant fruits.  You took up the basket and offered it to the visitor, who, putting his hand upon one, said, ‘Oh, thank you!’ Then touching the three others in order, said, ’That is for mother, and that for sister, and that for —.’  I could not hear who.  You may smile,” she continued, “but I heard that, and saw it all as plainly as I see you now.”

I was accustomed to hear such things, and consequently thought no more about it, but went on to speak of other subjects.  In the course of the afternoon, as I was going out, I met a relative coming along the road, and took him back with me to the house; there my wife came out to him, and we led him in through the glass door.  When he had sat some time and had had some luncheon, my wife said, “I wonder whether this is the young man we heard about this morning? ....  What young man?” asked our visitor, hastily; “What young man do you mean? ....  I should not wonder if it is,” I replied; “We will see presently.”  He seemed very suspicious, having heard before he came that some mysterious change had taken place in us, and so looked again and again to see if he could detect anything different.

“Come and see my sister,” I said; to which he assented, and we went across to her house.  As soon as we entered her room, she said, “How do you do?  I saw you last night.”  “What do you mean ?” he replied, withdrawing his hand.  “Why, I was on board the steamer last night.”  “That may be,” she said, “but you are the gentleman I saw.  Have you not a green-and-red carpet-bag? and did not William meet you on the road?” Poor young man! he looked dreadfully perplexed.  “Never mind her,” I said; “sit down and tell us about your journey.”

After we had talked of this and other subjects, we return home.  I then told him that we were converted and asked if he had given his heart to God.  He said he had.  Not being satisfied, I put the question in another form, and yet remained unsatisfied with his answer.  “Do you doubt me?” he asked:  “I will prove it to you.”  He then went up to his room for a little while, and returned with a paper in his hand, in which was a dedication of himself to God, duly signed and sealed.  I had never seen an instrument of this kind before, and asked if he really believed in it?  “Yes, certainly,” he replied; “and I mean it, too.”

“But,” I said, “do you not see that faith does not consist in believing what you write, but in what God has written?  The Word says that God is more willing to take than you are to give:  you believe you have given; but do you believe that God has taken?  He is far more ready to take your heart than you to give it; as surely as you have given, so surely He has taken.  Cannot you see that?”