The place was most inconveniently full; they turned out the chairs and tables to make standing-room inside, and opened the windows and doors for the people to hear outside; and sometimes, before the address was over, men and women cried aloud for mercy.  We could not kneel down to pray—­praying, singing, and hearing was done standing, and, that very close together.  The house was so uncomfortably thronged, that a miller in the neighbourhood, who had a large room in the mill, begged me to come and preach there instead.  I accepted his invitation, and we went; but, alas! there was no power there; it was hard to pray or preach; and the people were not even attentive.  Thus it was clearly seen that it is not by might or by power of men, but by the Spirit of the Lord; and that if the Lord was not present to work, no work was done.  We went back to Frank’s cottage, and there again the manifest presence of God was discernible; and every time we did so souls were saved.

Next door to Frank lived a tall, gaunt, gipsy kind of woman, whom they called “the wise woman.”  She had a marvellous gift of healing, and other knowledge, which made people quite afraid of her.  This woman took a great interest in me and my work, and often came to church, besides attending the meetings at Frank’s house.

One day, during these services, she paid a visit to the Parsonage, and said, “My dear, have you a lemon in the house?” I went to inquire and found that we had not.  “Well, then,” she said, “get one, and some honey and vinegar, and mix them all together.  You will want it.  Mind you do, now,” she said, drawing herself up to her full height; “mind you do, you will want it!” Then she put the bowl of her pipe into the kitchen fire, and having ignited the tobacco, went away smoking.

The servants were very much frightened by her manner and her warning, and begged of me to get the lemon, saying, “It was about you, master; it was about you that she came.”

I did not know where to get a lemon within three miles, but it so happened that a man came to the door with a net full, for sale, that same afternoon.  We bought two, just to pacify the servants, and let them make the mixture, thinking nothing more about it.

In the course of the afternoon a very heavy thunder-storm fell upon us, deluging the roads and lanes; and before it ceased I had to go to the meeting.  I took the precaution to put on thick shoes, and then set off and walked through the rain.  When I arrived at the cottage, I thought my feet felt wet; but they were not cold, so that I soon forgot all about them, and went on with the meeting, which lasted till ten o’clock; then I returned home.  On taking off my shoes, I was surprised to see how wet and muddy my socks were.  I had been standing with wet feet all the evening.  To guard against any ill effects, I put my feet in hot water before going to bed.  However, at three o’clock in the morning I awoke, nearly choked with a severe fit of bronchitis; the