thick, hard phlegm in my throat almost suffocated me; I had to struggle for breath and life.  After an hour or more of the most acute suffering, my dear wife remembered the lemon mixture, and called the servant to get up and bring it.  It was just in time.  I was black in the face with suffocation; but this compound relieved, and, in fact, restored me.  I was greatly exhausted with the effort and struggle for life, and after two hours I fell asleep.  I was able to rise in the morning and breathe freely, though my chest was very sore.

After breakfast, the “wise woman” appeared, standing outside the window of the drawing-room, where I was lying on the sofa.

“Ah, my dear,” she said, “you were nearly gone at three o’clock this morning.  I had a hard wrestle for you, sure enough.  If you had not had that lemon, you know, you would have been a dead man by this time!”

That mysterious creature, what with her healing art, together with the prayer of faith and the marvellous foresight she had, was quite a terror to the people.  One day she came, and bade me go to a man who was very worldly and careless, and tell him that he would die before Sunday.

I said, “You go, if you have received the message.”

She looked sternly at me, and said, “You go! that’s the message—­you go!”

I went.  The man laughed at me, and said, “That old hag ought to be hanged.”  I urged him to give his heart to God, and prayed with him, but to no effect.  He was thrown from his cart, and killed the following Saturday, coming home from market.

Her sayings and doings would fill a book; but who would believe the things?

She was not always a bird of evil omen, for sometimes she brought me good news as well as bad.  One day she said, “There is a clergyman coming to see you, who used to be a great friend of yours, but since your conversion he has been afraid of you.  He is coming; you must allow him to preach; he will be converted before long!” Sure enough, my old friend W.B.—­, came as she predicted.  He preached, and in due time was converted, and his wife also; but his story shall come in its own place.

The work at Frank’s cottage stopped as suddenly as it began.  I cannot theorize about the subject; I merely state that so it was.  It began, it continued, and continued only in that house, and then it stopped.

Another remarkable thing may here be observed—­that on visiting the cottages within a limited distance round Frank’s house, people were softened, and it was easy to persuade them to yield themselves to Christ.  They appeared to be quite ripe and ready.  Just beyond this limit the people were as hard and careless as ever.  It seemed as if the power of God overshadowed only a certain spot, and that all within that were under Divine influence for the time, though all were not converted.  They acknowledged, however, that they felt the Spirit’s power striving with them, and they knew afterwards that it was withdrawn.  “The wind bloweth where it listeth.”