All day, the feeling in the school was subdued
and tender. No one asked, "What shall I do to be saved?" but there
was quiet at the table, and quiet in the rooms. The work was done
willingly and well, but in silence, and the voice of prayer in the
closets was gentle. Tuesday passed in almost perfect stillness. No
one said even, "Pray for me." Towards evening, Miss Fiske said, "If
there is one who wants first of all to attend to her eternal
interests, I would like to see her at half past eight o'clock." At
that hour, her door opened, and one entered alone; then another and
another, each alone, till the room was full. She closed the door,
but still they came. What were her feelings when she looked round on
twenty-three, sitting with their heads bowed down in silence? She
said little, for she felt that they wanted to hear God, rather than
man, and the parable of the prodigal son that evening seemed to come
fresh from the lips of Jesus.
Next day, each lesson was recited in its season, and recited well;
but tears blurred many a page, and at recess not a few went to be
alone with God. At eleven o'clock, Mr.
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