"They set me in a corner of the church where I sometimes wass thinking no mancould see me, and I cried in my heart without ceasing, 'Lord, sendme--send me a word from Thy mouth.'

"When the minister came into the pulpit he gave me a strange look,and this wass his text, 'Loose him and let him go.'

"As he preached I knew I wass Lazurus, with the unlitness of thegrave around me, and my soul straitly bound. I could do nothing, butI wass longing with all my strength.

"Then the minister stopped, and he exclaimed:

"There iss a man in this church, and he will know himself who itiss. When I came in this afternoon I saw a shadow on his face, and Iknew not whether it was the wing of the Angel of Life or the Angelof Death passing over him, but the Lord has made it plain to me, andI look at the silver feathers of the Angel of the Covenant, and thisshall be a sign unto that man, 'Loose him and let him go.'"

"While he wass still speaking I felt my soul carried out into thelight of God's face, and my grave clothes were taken off one by oneas Janet would unwind my plaid, and I stood a living man beforeChrist.

"It sometimes wass a sweet June day as we drove home, and I lay in sunshine,and every bird that sang, and the burnies by the roadside, and therustling of the birch leaves in the wind--oh yes, and the sound ofthe mule's feet were saying, 'Loose him and let him go.'