"Yes," he said, "and a curious thing happened that night; this hymn recalled it to my mind. I was on sentry duty on the edge of a wood. It was a dark night and very cold, and I was a little frightened because the enemy were supposed to be very near at hand. I felt very homesick and miserable, and about midnight, when everything was very still, I was beginning to feel very weary and thought that I would comfort myself by praying and singing a hymn. I remember singing this hymn-- 'All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring. Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.' "After I had sung those words a strange peace came down upon me, and through the long night I remember having felt no more fear." "Now," said the other man, "listen to my story. I was a Union soldier, and was in the wood that night with a party of scouts. I saw you standing up, although I didn't see your face, and my men had their rifles focused upon you waiting the word to fire, but when you sang out-- 'Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.' I said, 'Boys, put down your rifles; we will go home.' I couldn't kill you after that." The Sinner's Heart When I was in Dublin some years ago I got up to go to an early meeting, and found the servants had not opened the front door; so I pulled back a bolt, but I could not get the door open. Then I turned a key, but the door would not open. Then I found there was another bolt at the top and another bolt at the bottom. Still the door would not open. Then I found there was a bar, and then I found a night-lock. In all I found five or six different fastenings. I am afraid that door represents every sinner's heart. The door of his heart is double-locked, double-bolted, and double-barred. Oh, my friends, pull back the bolts, and let the King of glory in! Nothing Small There are a great many different ways of doing good. A lady once visited a hospital, and noticed with what pleasure the patients would smell and look at the flowers sent to them. Said she: "If I had known that a bunch of flowers would do so much good, I would have sent some from home." As soon as she got home, she sent some flowers out of her garden. It was a little thing--a bouquet of flowers. It might be a very insignificant work--very small; but if it was done in the right spirit, God accepted it. A cup of water given in His name is accepted as given to Himself. Nothing that is done for God is small. An Anecdote about Tennyson It is said that Tennyson once asked an old Christian woman if there was any news. "Why, Mr. Tennyson," she replied, "there's only one piece of news that I know, and that is--Christ died for all men." "That is old news, and good news, and new news," Tennyson responded. On Satan's Ground There is a legend that the Apostle John was much distressed over the fall of a young convert. He summoned Satan before him, and reproached him for ruining so good a youth.