MANY years ago a very learned minister of England was in the habit of preparing his sermons very carefully, and he used to read them very accurately. He did so for years, but there was never known to be a sinner saved under him—never such a wonder. The poor good man—for he was an earnest man and wished to do good, was one day at prayer in the pulpit, praying to God that he would make him a useful minister. When he had finished his prayer he was stone-blind. He had sufficient self-possession to preach the sermon extempore, which he had prepared with notes. People did not notice his blindness, but they never heard the Doctor preach such a sermon as that before. There was deep attention, there were souls saved. He found his way from the pulpit, and began to express his deep sorrow that he had lost his eye-sight, when one good old woman present said, perhaps a little unkindly, but still very truthfully: “Doctor, we have never heard you preach like this before; and if that is the result of your being blind, it is a pity you were not blind twenty years ago, for you have done more good to-day than you have done before in twenty years.”