"You have located your heaven beyond the bounds of time and space. It exists nowhere, and consequently your heaven is blank, like unto my text." Thus he went on until he had torn to pieces all the tenets of faith professed by his hearers; and then he proclaimed the principles of the gospel in great power. He wound up by asking, "Have I stuck to the text, and does that satisfy you?" As soon as he sat down, Mr. Floyd jumped up and said: "Mr. Grant, if you are not a lawyer, you ought to be one." Then, turning to the people, he added: "Gentlemen, you have listened to a wonderful discourse, and with amazement. Now, take a look at Mr. Grant's clothes. Look at his coat! his elbows are almost out; and his knees are almost through his pants. Let us take up a collection." As he sat down, another eminent lawyer, Joseph Stras, Esq., still living in Jeffersonville, arose and said: "I am good for one sleeve in a coat and one leg in a pair of pants, for Mr. Grant." The presiding elder of the M. E. church, South, was requested to pass the hat around, but replied that he would not take up a collection for a "Mormon" preacher. "Yes you will!" said Mr. Floyd. "Pass it around!" said Mr. Stras, and the cry was taken up and repeated by the audience, until, for the sake of peace, the minister had to yield. He accordingly marched around with a hat in his hand, receiving contributions, which resulted in a collection sufficient to purchase a fine suit of clothes, a horse, saddle and bridle for Brother Grant, and not one contributor a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, though some joined subsequently. And this from a sermon produced from a blank text. At another time, Elder Grant was challenged by a very eminent Baptist preacher, named Baldwin, to a discussion. Brother Grant consented. The place chosen was the fine, large church of his proud and imperious antagonist. Mr. Baldwin was described to me, as a man who was overbearing in his manner--a regular brow-beater. When the time came for the discussion, the house was densely crowded. Umpires were chosen, and everything was ready to proceed, when Brother Grant arose and said, "Mr. Baldwin, I would like to ask you a question before we proceed any further." "Certainly so," said Baldwin. "Who stands at the head of your church in South-West Virginia?" Mr. Baldwin very quickly and austerely replied, "I do, sir; I do." "All right," said Brother Grant; "I wished to know that I had a worthy foe." Mr. Baldwin looked a little confused for a moment, and then said: "Mr. Grant, I would like to ask you who stands at the head of _your_ Church in South-West Virginia?" Brother Grant arose and with bowed head replied, "Jesus Christ, sir." The shock was electrical. This inspired answer completely disarmed the proud foe, and the humble servant of God again came off victor. CHAPTER II.