rules. The moment anybody died, a
cart went around and took the coffin away. The father was taken sick and
died and was buried, and the mother was at last stricken down. The
neighbors were afraid of the plague, and none dared go into the house.
The mother had a little son and was anxious about her boy, and afraid he
would be neglected when she was called away, so she called the little
fellow to her bedside, and said, "My boy, I am going to leave you, but
Jesus will come to you when I am gone." The mother died, the cart came
along and she was laid in the grave. The neighbors would have liked to
take the boy, but were afraid of the pestilence. He wandered about and
finally started up to the place where they had laid his mother and sat
down on the grave, and wept himself to sleep. Next morning he awoke and
realized his position--alone and hungry. A stranger came along and
seeing the little fellow sitting on the ground, asked him what he was
waiting for. The boy remembered what his mother had told him, and
answered, "I am waiting for Jesus," and told him the whole story. The
man's heart was touched, tears trickled down his cheeks and he said,
"Jesus has sent me," to which the boy replied, "You have been a good
while coming, sir." He was provided for. So it is with us. To wait for
results, we must have courage and patience and God will help us.

"You Know Me, Moody."

Well, let me illustrate it then, and perhaps you will be able to
understand it. Suppose I am dying with consumption; which I inherited
from my father or mother. I did not get it by any fault of my own, by
any neglect of my health; I inherited it, let us suppose. Well, I go to
my physician, and to the best physicians, and they all give me up. They
say I am incurable; I must die; I have not thirty days to live. Well, a
friend happens to come along and looks at me and says: "Moody, you have
got the consumption." "I know it very well; I don't want any one to tell
me that." "But," he says, "There is a remedy--a remedy, I tell you. Let
me have your attention. I want to call your attention to it. I tell you
there is a remedy." "But sir, I don't believe it. I have tried the
leading physicians in this country and in Europe, and they tell me there
is no hope." "But you know me, Moody; you have known me for years."
"Yes, sir." "Do you think, then, I would tell you a falsehood?" "No."
"Well, ten years ago I was far gone. I was given up by the physicians to
die, but I