Their teacher urged them to
eat; but one, seizing her hand, said in a voice too low to be
overheard, "You would not ask _me_ to eat if you knew my
heart." The reply was, "I feel just as sure that the Lord would have
you eat, as that he would have you pray." They were then besought to
eat, so as to have strength to pray. This touched a tender chord,
and so succeeded; and then they silently withdrew to make that use
of their renovated strength. Each hour that night found some at the
mercy seat, feeling that to leave off at such a crisis might lessen
the blessing.
[Footnote 1: Yohanan, father of Esli. See page 67.]
Two months now passed on, each day furnishing new evidence that
those prayers were heard. There was less of excitement, but no
diminution of interest, to the close of the term. The uniform and
sustained prayerfnlness of those months surprised the beholders. The
voice of supplication was the latest sound of evening, the watchword
of midnight, and the lark song of the dawn. One pupil, nine years of
age, after spending two hours in her closet, consented to retire
only when allowed to rise and pray if she awoke during the night;
and she was sure to wake.
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