In conclusion I must say, if the dear readers could but hear the pleading, fervent prayers and the touching testimonies of these unfortunates, they would place a higher estimate on the prisoner, and by word and act help him rise, as it were, above his surroundings. The prisoners are given to understand by our warden that the prayer-meeting services are theirs, and let me say there are about fifty of the boys here who try to make the best of it, and in no single instance have they violated the privilege granted to them during this service. I consider it a privilege to stand up for God, even within the confining bars of a penitentiary. My brother prisoner, the Master is calling for you. Think of it, whosoever believeth on God’s only Son, a free and a full salvation shall he have, for God is both willing and able to save. “What must I do to be saved? And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.”—Acts 16:30. Salvation is in the name of Jesus; “neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”—Acts 4:12. “Choose you this day whom ye will serve.”—Josh. 24:15. May God bless and uplift the fallen everywhere. Serial No. 2282. SAVED BEHIND PRISON-BARS. Washington Co. Jail, Potasi, Mo., Sept. 23, 1900. I was a very wicked man when I was put in here, but by reading books and tracts sent me I soon realized my condition, and oh, how I repented of my many sins and called on God for mercy! Now I am so happy to tell you that he freely forgave me all. Praise his dear name! Although I have been in here long time my hours have been sweet since I found Jesus. I expect to leave here in a few days for the state prison at Jefferson City, but oh, I have the sweet promise: “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” I have promised God that the rest of my days shall be spent for him who has done so much for me. I expect to work for God all I can while in the penitentiary, distributing papers and books that are sent to me for that purpose. Dear ones, pray that God may ever use me. J. H. R. FROM A CONDEMNED PRISONER. Santa Fe, New Mexico. Through the kindness of a lady in California a few copies of your paper, the Gospel Trumpet, have found their way into this prison (Santa Fe, New Mexico). Each copy has been met with a hearty welcome, and well read. This prison has about 230 men behind its walls. About one hundred of these men can read the English language, and are in need of the true gospel. If any of God’s children who read this feel that they would like to send a few copies of the Trumpet, or tracts, or any other spiritual literature to this prison, the writer will take pleasure in distributing the same.