The gentle opening of her door announced that the meeting was over,
and a little group passed on hastily, but quietly, to the rooms
beyond. She had just risen to follow, when she heard several voices
in earnest supplication. She turned to the stairway, and there also
the sound of fervent entreaty came up from many closets, while some
groped about to light their lamps, or stirred the dying embers of
their fires. What meant this simultaneous movement to the mercy
seat? There had been nothing unusually exciting in the meeting, and
she sat down with the sweet assurance that it was from above. It was
late before the suppliants left their closets, and retired in
perfect silence; but morning found them resuming the same loved
employment, and good news came of similar blessings from the Boys'
Seminary.
That week was one of deep solemnity. The pious pupils devoted every
leisure moment to prayer. Their domestic duties were performed
faultlessly, and much earlier than usual, and then they sought their
closets. Some spent five hours each day of that week in those sacred
retreats, and when urged to leave for needed sleep, the reply was,
"For weeks we have slept, doing nothing for God and souls.
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