We cannot play into the devil's hands without getting
what he will get some day. Now I am talking here to you to-day for the
last time. There will be no services here until after the Conference.
There may be some poor, unsaved man here. God can make wheat out of
chaff. He can! He will if you will come to Him. He will change your
life, and you that are nothing worth, He can make you fit for heavenly
thrones.

Listen to this letter. The man that wrote it was a football player. He
was in the Bolton Wanderers, in its day a crack club. He was also a
singer in the choir. And he came to a chapel where I was conducting a
mission; and this little word got hold of him. It was not any great
thing that was said; for it is sometimes "on boards and broken pieces of
the ship that they come to land." This poor lad heard me say this:--"You
singers!"--I did not know he was there--"You singers! If you die out of
Christ, when you get into the bottomless pit, some of the wicked spirits
will come to torment you: 'Sing us a solo!'" It got him on his knees. He
became penitent, and through giving his heart to God he is an evangelist
in that town now. He was only chaff, though a wonderful player in the
field; and he that used to say, "Play up, Jim!" has grown into a man, and
the devil hates him now! He writes:--"I feel drawn out to write to you.
Many souls are being saved nearly every day. A man got saved some weeks
back; and we went to see how he was going on. He first came to the
mission, and although convinced of his wicked life, he refused the offer
of mercy. Not being able to rest, he again found his way to the mission-
hall, and there he found the Saviour. A few weeks passed, and I went to
find him out. When we got there, they asked us in. I did not see a
picture on the wall, only a few almanacks; but they had some bonny
children, and the floor was very clean, and the fireplace bright. They
had not many friends coming to see them. The father, having changed his
pit clothes, came downstairs. He said, 'My wife used to pray when I
married her, but I broke her up.' And then, pointing to the five
children, he said, 'Thank God! Instead of being cursed to-night, they
will all kneel down! The eldest girl is thirteen, and next Saturday I
have got money to buy her a new frock, and on the Sunday she shall go to
the Sunday school for the first time. Sometimes I pick up one of the
children, and say, 'God bless thee, my chil