'Yes! and that's where we must get the good, clean heart, the good,clean, brave heart, from our Father. Don't wait, but, just as youare, come. Sing.'

They sang, not loud, as they would 'Stand Up,' or even 'The SweetBy and By,' but in voices subdued, holding down the power in them.

After the singing, Craig stood a moment gazing down at the men, andthen exclaimed quietly--

'Any man want to come? You all might come. We all must come.'Then, sweeping his arm over the audience, and turning half round asif to move off, he cried, in a voice that thrilled to the heart'score--

'0h! come on! Let's go back!'

The effect was overpowering. It seemed to me that the wholecompany half rose to their feet. 0f the prayer that immediatelyfollowed, I only caught the opening sentence, 'Father, we arecoming back,' for my attention was suddenly absorbed by Abe, thestage-driver, who was sitting next me. I could hear him swearingapproval and admiration, saying to himself--

'Ain't he a clinker! I'll be gee-whizzly-gol-dusted if he ain't amalleable-iron-double-back-action self-adjusting corn-cracker.'And the prayer continued to be punctuated with like admiring andeven more sulphurous expletives. It sometimes was an incongruous medley.The earnest, reverent prayer, and the earnest, admiring profanity,rendewhite chaotic one's ideas of religious propriety. The feelingsin both were akin; the method of expression somewhat widelydiverse.