many who know the folly of this, and have other and better ways of
finding pleasure. Ever since Salem Chapel was first built it has been
the custom to hold a lovefeast there on Honley Feast Monday, and this
is perhaps the most popular meeting in the whole year, and is always
looked to with great interest. People come to this lovefeast from many
miles around, and the chapel is invariably filled to overflowing.

This was always a great occasion with Little Abe--a real red letter
day. I remember attending this annual meeting some years ago. Abe was
there, and he certainly monopolised a good share of my attention. He
was very happy, and kept on ringing changes with clapping, stamping,
shouting, and sometimes, when under strong feelings, he pealed a clash
altogether, with hand, foot, and voice. "Hey, lads!" he said, "it's
grand! it gets better and better, bless th' Lord!" His face was
covered with smiles from his smooth chin to his bald forehead; he never
ceased smiling during all that service,--for no sooner had his joyous
countenance spent itself on one pleasant thing, and the light, dancing
ripples begun to subside, than something else presented itself to his
notice, and another smile passed across his face like a playful breeze
over a clear pool, shaking up the waves again; and so on he went,
through all that service, with a face as bright as a sunbeam.

At length Abe rose to his feet, still smiling, and his hands clasped
together; every eye was on him in a moment, and smiles and tears of joy
mingled all over the chapel; the women wiped their eyes, and the men
shouted, "Glory, Abe! God bless the', lad." "Friends," he began, "I
am happy, I mun spaike naa, or I'st brust mysen." "Go on, Abe," came
from all parts of the chapel. "Hey, my lads, I mean to go on; I'm noan
going to turn back naa; it's heaven I set aat for, and heaven I mean.
I've been on th' road aboon fifty years, and I'st get t' th' end afore
lang." And then he went on to say how glad he was to see them there
once more, and to see the place full of earnest worshippers. "You knaw
it warn't always soa. I can remember when we wor just a few, but we
agreed to pray for a revival, and gie th' Lord no rest until we should
mak' His arm bare amang us. We started a prayer-meeting on Sunday
mornings at five o'clock to th' minute, and they that worn't there at
time should be locked aat. Well, yo' know, I wor' baan to be at that
meeting. So I telled aar S