“Now! there you are,” she said; “the Lord has sent you back.  I laid awake best part of the night, thinking of some questions I wished to ask you; and when I saw you go away like that, so early in the morning, it gave me quite a turn.  I thought I should be lost for ever!”

Her questions concerned her soul’s condition.  On my putting Christ and His salvation before her for her acceptance, she found peace; and afterwards became a good helper in the parish.  There were some other anxious ones she urged me to visit, which I did.  On referring to my letters, written at the time, I find a record of five persons who professed to find peace that morning.

In the evening, we had a kind of service in the school-room, with as many as we could get together, and spent a very happy time in prayer and praise.

The next morning I started for home, which I reached late on Saturday night, or rather early on Sunday morning, and appeared quite unexpectedly among my people again.  I gave them an account of the state of things in the “shires.”  This, my first experience of “foreign missions,” was not encouraging.

Ever since my conversion, I had been over head and ears in conversion work, and, as a loyal young convert, thought at that time there was nothing else in the world to live, or work for!  How surprised I was when I found that this was not by any means the first thing in the minds of my Evangelical brethren; and more so still when I saw that even preaching for the salvation of souls was put aside altogether, if ’it did not fit in with the stated service-day of the week, or public opinion.  If people came to church, or better still, to the communion table, they were considered quite satisfactory enough, even though they were dead in trespasses and sins.  I did not, of course, expect anything from my own neighbours, for I knew them of old; but from accredited “standard bearers,” I did expect something and got nothing.

While I was still feeling sore and disappointed, intending not to go out on such errands any more, I found myself promised to another mission in a most unexpected manner; but this did not happen to be out of Cornwall, and therefore prospered better, as we shall see.

CHAPTER 20

A Stranger from London, 1853.

A lady in London, reading in the Cornish newspapers about our revivals, became much interested, and having a strong desire to witness such a movement personally, proposed a visit to her uncle in Truro, who had sent her those papers.  Being accepted, she came down a long way in those days, when railway communication was not so complete as it is now.

This same lady was present at my church on Sunday morning; and expressing a wish to attend the afternoon service, we gladly welcomed her to the parsonage.  In course of conversation, she spoke of churches in London where the Gospel was preached in its fullness; and I naturally asked her whether they had “after-meetings.”  She said, she did not know what I meant.  “Prayer meetings, for conversion work, I mean.”