“SOON after I was settled in bed last night I felt myself surrounded by a mist — like the mist of hell; and I was visited by one whom I thought I had known before; he was clothed in white, and he began to deny the Scripture.
‘What!’ said I, ‘the moral beauties of Scripture a lie? They are as true as that there is heaven and earth.’ And I took the Scripture, and bolted one passage after another at him. But I felt very weak, and cried, ‘Lord help me! Lord deliver me!’ He still held his ground, and I felt as if I were giving way; but I met him with the Scripture again, and then after a while he left me. I then rose gradually out of the mist that surrounded me, into a clear and calm atmosphere, and I was with my Evangelists again. But it was dreadful while it lasted — a feeling of hell itself. This is a plain unvarnished tale.”
I remarked to him that he ought to be thankful both for the conflict and the victory, — to which he most heartily assented. I also told him that the Lord allowed him to pass through the waters that he might know that He was with him even then, — to which he nodded an earnest assent.
G. B.