I said, “I never heard of such a thing.”
“I suppose not,” he answered.
“Have you this living water?” I continued.
“Yes, thank God, I have had it for the last thirty years.”
“How did you get it?”
“Look here,” he said, pointing to the tenth verse: “You wouldest have asked of Him, and He would have given thee living water.” “Shall we ask Him?” I said.
He answered, “With all my heart;” and immediately pushing back his chair, knelt down at his round table, and I knelt on the opposite side. What he prayed for I do not know. I was completely overcome, and melted to tears. I sat down on the ground, sobbing, while he shouted aloud, praising God.
As soon as I could get up, I made for the door, and taking my hat, coat, and umbrella, said that “I was really afraid to stay any longer.” With this I took my departure, leaving my carpet-bag behind. It was seven miles to Penzance, but in my excitement I walked and ran all the way, and arrived there before the coach, which was to have called for me, but brought my carpet-bag instead. In the meantime, while I was waiting for it, I saw a pamphlet, by Mr. Aitken, in a shop window, which I bought, and got into the train to return to Baldhu. My mind was in such a distracted state, that I sought relief in reading. I had not long been doing so, when I came to a paragraph in italics: “Then shall He say unto them, Depart from Me; I never knew you.” The question arrested me, “What if He says that to you? Ah, that is not likely. But, what if He does? It cannot be. I have given up the world; I love God; I visit the sick; I have daily service and weekly communion. But, what if He does?—what if He does? I could not bear the thought; it seemed to overwhelm me.”