the Free Will Baptists in Scarboro', and was much impressed with
him. A few days later we went to the funeral of a child in the
same neighborhood. No one who was there could ever forget it. The
minister had made his long prayer when a man suddenly entered the
room, came towards the coffin, and placed his hand on the child's
forehead. The room, in an instant, was as still as the death that
had called us together. The stranger was tall and of commanding
presence; his eyes pierced our very hearts, and his marvellous
voice penetrated to depths in our souls that had never been
reached before."

"Was he a better speaker than my father?" asked Ivory, who
dreaded his mother's hours of complete silence even more than her
periods of reminiscence.

"He spoke as if the Lord of Hosts had given him inspiration; as
if the angels were pouring words into his mouth just for him to
utter," replied Mrs. Boynton. "Your father was spell-bound, and I
only less so. When he ceased speaking, the child's mother crossed
the room, and swaying to and fro, fell at his feet, sobbing and
wailing and imploring God to forgive her sins.

They carried her upstairs, and when we looked about after the
confusion and excitement the stranger had vanished. But we found
him again! As Elder Cochrane said: 'The prophet of the Lord can
never be hid; no darkness is thick enough to cover him!' There
was a six weeks' revival meeting in North Saco where three
hundred souls were converted, and your father and I were among
them. We had fancied ourselves true believers for years, but
Jacob Cochrane unstopped our ears so that we could hear the