oment you take that stand he will put his loving arms
around you and wrap about you the robe of righteousness.

The Arrows of Conviction.

I remember while preaching in Glasgow, an incident occurred which I will
relate. I had been preaching there several weeks, and the night was my
last one, and I pleaded with them as I had never pleaded there before. I
urged the people to meet me in that land. It is a very solemn thing to
stand before a vast audience for the last time and think you may never
have another chance of asking them to come to Christ. I told them I
would not have another opportunity, and urged them to accept, and just
asked them to meet me at that marriage supper. At the conclusion I soon
saw a tall young lady coming into the inquiry room. She had scarcely
come in when another tall young lady came in, and she went up to the
first and put her arms around her and wept. Pretty soon another young
lady came and went up to the first two and just put her arms around both
of them. They were three sisters and I found that although they had been
sitting in different parts of the building, the sure arrow of conviction
went down to their souls, and brought them to the inquiry room. Another
young lady came down from the gallery and said: "Mr. Moody, I want to
become a Christian." I asked a young Christian to talk to her, and when
she went home that night about 10 o'clock--her mother was sitting up
for her--she said: "Mother, I have accepted the invitation to be present
at the marriage supper of the Lamb." Her mother and father laid awake
that night talking about the salvation of their child. That was Friday
night, and next day (Saturday) she was unwell, and before long her
sickness developed into scarlet fever, and a few days after I got this
letter:

"Mr. Moody--Dear Sir: It is now my painful duty to intimate to you that
the dear girl concerning whom I wrote to you on Monday, has been taken
away from us by death. Her departure, however, has been signally
softened to us, for she told us yesterday she was "going home to be with
Jesus," and after giving messages to many, told us to let Mr. Moody and
Mr. Sankey know that she died a happy Christian."

How a Citizen Became a Soldier.

One day I was walking through the streets of York, in England. I saw a
little way ahead a soldier coming toward me. He had the red uniform on
of the infantry--the dress of the army. I knew at once when I saw him
that he was a soldier