repeated and repeated in a wailing chant
by some sincere, hysterical woman, he
still believed that a new day of Pentecost
had dawned upon a sinful world! "For,"
said he, "when I asked for bread, would
God give me a stone?"

Henry Roberts went to hear the
great preacher and forgot his haste
to receive his little legacy so that he
might hurry back to the tanyard.
Irving's eloquence entranced him, and it
alone would have held him longer than
the time he had allowed himself for
absence from the tannery. But it
happened that he was present on that
Lord's Day when, with a solemn and
dreadful sound, the Tongues first spoke
in that dingy Chapel in Regent Square,
and no man who heard that Sound
ever forgot it! The mystical youth from
America was shaken to his very soul.
He stayed on in London for nearly a
year, immersing himself in those tides
of emotion which swept saner minds
than his from the somewhat dry land
of ordinary human experience. That
no personal revelation was made to
him, that the searing benediction of the
Tongues had not touched his own awed,