“Nothing more,” replied the minister, “can be done; we have done all we can do, and now we must leave it in the hands of our Heavenly Father.” Mr. S— then went home, but felt that he had not done _all_ he could, and would therefore try again. He retired to his own room, and paced up and down the whole night in great agony of mind. No prayer would escape his lips, but with his hands convulsively clasped and his head raised to heaven, he inwardly wrestled with God in prayer for the conversion of his erring brother. The following morning he saddled his horse and rode off to see Mr. R—, who was busy at work in his fields. He dismounted, and after the usual salutations, stood for a moment gazing at him without speaking. He knew not how to say that which he had on his mind—he felt quite unnerved, the tears came into his eyes and rolled one after the other down his cheeks, but no words would come; at last with a desperate effort he exclaimed—“Sir, I’m greatly concerned about _your soul_.” Then as if he were ashamed of shewing his emotion he hastily mounted his horse and rode off without another word. Mr. R— stood motionless after seeing this outburst of feeling, repeating, “Greatly concerned about _my soul_, greatly concerned about _my_ soul, then surely it is time I began to be concerned myself.” He went on with his work, and tried to forget what he had heard, but the words still kept ringing in his ears, “I’m greatly concerned about your soul.” He went home and occupied himself with books, and did all in his power to drive off what he considered disagreeable thoughts; but on they came, faster and faster, allowing him no peace. All that day and night, that important sentence was uppermost in his mind, and he lay tossing on his bed exclaiming—“Oh! _why_ am _I_ not concerned about my own soul?” As soon as morning dawned, he rose, and having breakfasted, went to the little village and called upon the minister. He related what had passed, and then said, “Oh sir, why am _I not_ concerned about my soul, and yet others are for me?” _Minister_. “Because you have never prayed to be made so.” _Mr. R—_. “But will He whom _you_ call God, answer the prayers of one who has never acknowledged Him all his life?” _Minister_. “Yes, if you ask in _faith_, and for the sake of _His_ Son Jesus Christ. ‘Seek, and ye _shall_ find, knock, and it _shall_ be opened unto _you_.’” Mr. R— then left, but returned again in a few days saying that he had prayed earnestly to God to awaken him to a sense of his danger, and he was now anxious to devote himself to his Saviour. _Minister_. “Do you believe in Christ?” _Mr. R—_. “With all my heart.” _Minister_. “Are you willing to give up _all_ to Him if He should require it?” _Mr. R—_. “Yes, _all_.” _Minister_. “How can you account for this great difference in your feelings in so abort a time?”