1. Awakened

IN an hospital at Fyzabad, India, during severe outbreak of cholera, lay a private of the — Regiment, seriously ill. On either side of him was a man who had been suddenly attacked by cholera. Like the thieve; upon Calvary, one of these feared God, an the other did not. As J. D. lay upon his bed from the lips of the Christian he continually heard passages of the word of God re peated over and over again, as if the poo: man in his last moments would extract from them all the sweetness they container—perhaps, too, with the desire that other might be led to that Saviour, whose love was lighting up his last hours on earth. J. D was not a Christian. Hitherto living the lift of thousands of other soldiers in India, he was a careless and godless man; but the presence of death all around—the word of God repeated by the lips of the dying man by his side—sobered him, and for the first time made him seriously inquire, “What must I do to be saved?” In a day or two the body of the Christian was carried out, his happy spirit already at home with the Lord, and the day after the man on the other side breathed his last. But though death was on his right hand and on it is left, J. D. was spared. The fever left him, and again he entered upon active life. The enemy of souls did his utmost to efface the solemn impression of the hospital ward and of the dying testimony from the Christian’s lips, but in vain. A soul was awakened from the sleep of death! J. D. could find no rest for his conscience, and a second visit to another hospital still further deepened the impression made, and caused the voice of the living God to sound still louder in hit soul.