when I die."

Thus the sick girl prayed with clasped hands upon her bed of pain;
but still her mind was dark. There was no one to tell her of the way
of salvation through the Lord Jesus Christ. Had she never heard
of Jesus? She had heard his name, had sung it in her hymns;
but she imagined it to be another name for the Lord, and had never
heard of the glorious salvation that blessed Name imparts.

One night, while in this state of distress and perplexity,
Tidy dreamed a dream. She thought she saw the Lord, seated on
a majestic throne, with thousands and ten thousands of shining
angels about him, and she was brought a guilty criminal before him.
Convicted of sin, and not knowing what else to do, she again
commenced pleading in her own behalf, using every argument she
could think of to move the Lord to mercy. There was no answer,
but the great Judge to whom she appealed seemed turned aside
in earnest conversation with one who stood at his right hand,
wearing the human form, but more fair and beautiful than any person
she had ever seen. Then the Lord turned again and looked upon her,--
and such a look, of pity, of love, of forgiveness and reconciliation!
A sweet peace distilled upon her soul, and joy, such as she
had never felt, sprang up in her bosom. "I am forgiven,
I am accepted!" she cried, "but not for any thing I have said.
This stranger has undertaken my case. He has interceded for me.
I know not what plea he has used, but it has been successful,
and my soul is saved." In this exultation of joy she awoke.

Yes, her soul WAS free. The plan of salvation had been dimly revealed
to the weeping sinner in the visions of the night. What strange