"Do you believe that He has done that?'
"Yes, I do."
"You do believe that He has died for you-for you?" I inquired, laying the emphasis on you—"for you, as if you were the only person for whom He died?"
"Yes; I believe He died for me."
"Do you thank Him for it?"
"No, I do not; I do not feel anything."
"That may be; but do you not think you ought to thank Him for what He did for you?" He did not reply.
"How can you feel anything till you have it? Or how can He give you any feelings till you thank Him for what He has already done for you? Make some acknowledgment."
"Thank you," he replied; and without another word he rose from his knees and went away. The bell was rung, the people assembled, and we had the service; but he did not remain.
Again he disappeared for the whole day, until the evening, when he came into the vestry, and said, "Will you let me read prayers this evening?" To this the vicar gladly assented; so he put on the surplice for the first time after several months, and went into church with us.