She
followed Mrs. Moseley, who seated herself on a bench in the front row
of a gallery which was close to the platform. The space into which
she and Cecile had to squeeze was very small, for the immense place
was already full to overflowing.
"We'll have three thousand to-night, see if we don't," said a thin-faced
girl, bending over to Mrs. Moseley.
"Oh, ma'am!" said another, who had a very worn, thin, but sweet
face, "I've found such peace since I saw you last. I never could
guess how good Jesus would be to me. Why, now as I'm converted, He
never seems to leave my side for a minute. Oh! I do ache awful with
this cough and pain in my chest, but I don't seem to mind it now, as
Jesus is with me all day and all night."
Another, nudging her, here said:
"Do you know as Black Bess ha' bin converted too?"
"Oh, praise the Lord!" said this girl, sinking back on her seat,
being here interrupted by a most violent fit of coughing.
The building filled and filled, until there was scarcely room to
stand. A man passing Mrs. Moseley said:
"'Tis a glorious gathering, all brought together by prayer and
faith, all by prayer and faith."
Mrs. Moseley took Cecile on her lap.
"They'll sing in a moment, darling, and 'twill be all about your
Guide, the blessed, blessed Jesus." And scarcely were the words out
of her mouth, when the whole vast building rang again to the words:
"Come, let us join our cheerful songs:
Hallelujah to the Lamb who died on Mount Calvary.
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