Bringing a Man to Prayer Meeting.
A MEMBER of the Cincinnati Conference writes to the Western Christian Advocate, in this way: ‐I had missed brother Brown and some others from the prayer meeting for several weeks, and my temper was getting lost. I opened two or three batteries Sunday morning from the pulpit, and thought the work done; but lo! after the exhortation, the meetings continued as thin as ever. Mortified as well as surprised, I meditated a new turn. I went privately to see brother Brown. He was wood-chopping, a few rods from home. ‐Good afternoon, brother B.‐ ‐Good afternoon, brother M.‐ ‐Quite well, thank you; how are yourself and family?‐ ‐Moderately well, thank you. Somehow I have missed you at the prayer-meetings lately.‐ ‐Well, yes, I have not been there. I have got so tired by the time sundown came, Wednesday night, I could scarcely carry my feet after me.‐ ‐So we kept up the colloquy for ten minutes or more, when I took Brown's axe and tried it on the beech log before me. He seemed pleased at the size of my chips, and invited me in to see the family. The interview was pleasant and profitable, and brother Brown and wife and the oldest girl were at prayer-meeting the next Wednesday evening. My call had more power than my eleven o'clock pulpit battery. Those who know how to extract the moral from the foregoing, are respectfully recommended to occupy the floor.