How can
we sleep until forgiven?"
Saturday afternoon, several begged leave to give themselves entirely
to prayer for a blessing on the morrow; and never did the teachers
more gladly welcome the approach of holy time. A blessed Sabbath
followed such a preparation day. During morning service, almost all
were in tears. At dinner, many seats were vacant. It may seem an
exaggeration, but it was literally true, that no voice was heard all
that day save the voice of prayer. Miss Fiske has never known such a
Sabbath before, nor since. In the afternoon, the feeling was
overpowering. There was no request for prayer, but unbroken
stillness and the perfect performance of every duty, without a word
being said. At the supper table, every face seemed to say, "Our meat
and drink are not here." Some asked to be excused, but at length all
were seated; and the scene that followed can never be forgotten. All
who were previously interested, and more beside, wept tears of
silent sorrow. The blessing was asked, and the steward[1] began to
help them, himself in tears; but no plate was touched, for even the
uninterested gazed in silent wonder.
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