About three o'clock every morning, her
earnest pleadings roused her teachers from repose.
The hours of social prayer were full of tenderness. Those who heard
the pupils pleading far within the veil, close by the mercy seat,
almost forgot that they were yet on earth. The school, their parents
and relatives, were all affectionately remembered. The hour always
seemed too short, and often closed with such expressions as these:
"If we have not been heard here, we will go to our closets, and if
not heard there, we will return here, and again go back to our
closets, and so continue to plead for these loved ones to the last."
These meetings, though varied in character, were always of thrilling
interest. Now there was an overwhelming sense of sin, as committed
against a holy God, and then, as a ray of hope appeared, a weeping
voice would implore, as on one occasion, that "the Holy One would
walk over the hills of Judea, find Golgotha, and let them live."
Again, the sight of manifold transgressions prompted the cry, "But
we fear our sins have covered Golgotha from thy sight, and then are
we forever lost.
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