One week-day evening, while we were sitting in the drawing room, and little expecting it, he burst into tears and cried out, “I don’t know what to do; I shall be lost for ever!” We immediately sprang up to his help, always delighted at such opportunities of working for the Lord.  We knelt down to pray, and as we continued to do so, he fell into great distress, and even agony of soul; he literally writhed as if in excessive pain, too great for utterance, and looked as if he was fainting with the struggle.  We called all the servants into the room to help in prayer, and while I was praying by the side of my young friend, and pointing him to Christ, one of the servants rose up and walked straight across the room, and, with a firm hand pushing me aside, said, “The Lord is here Himself.”  I rose instantly and moved out of the way, while she stood with her hands together, adoring.

She afterwards told us that she saw the Lord stoop down to the low chair where my young friend was kneeling, and putting His hand on his head, He said something, and then stood up.  Immediately upon this she saw the verandah crowded with ugly-looking devils, all with their eyes fixed on the young man as he knelt.  The Lord then waved His hand, and the ugly company vanished.  At that instant the young man lifted up his head, and turning towards the side on which she had discerned the Lord as standing, said, “Lord, I thank Thee,” and then fainted away.

When the vision was over, the servant came, with tears in her eyes, to ask pardon for so rudely pushing me aside, but said that while the Lord was there she could not help herself:  “Oh, He is so beautiful, so grand!” The young man was soon restored to animation, and began to speak in a voice and tone very different to his former utterance.  He was altogether a remarkable instance of a change of heart and life.

A careless, worldly man in my parish dreamt one night that he was in the market hall of a certain town.  He was surprised to see, in a wall, a doorway, which he had never noticed before—­so much so, that he went forward to examine it, and found that it really was a door, and that it opened to his touch.  He went inside, and there he saw an impressive and strange scene.  There were a number of men and women walking about, who appeared to be very woeful, end in great agony of pain.  They were too distressed to speak, but he recognized most of them as persons who had been dead some time.  They looked mournfully at him, as if sorry that he had come there, but did not speak.  He was much alarmed, and made his way back to the door to escape, but was stopped by a stern, sullen-looking’ porter, who said, in a sepulchral voice, “You cannot pass.”  He said, “I came in this way, and I want to go out.”  “You cannot,” said the solemn voice.  “Look, the door opens only one way; you may come in by it, but you cannot go out.”  It was so, and his heart sank within him as he looked at that mysterious portal.  At last the porter relented, and as a special favour let him go forth for eight days.  He was so glad at his release that he awoke.