At this I confess I was not a little embarrassed, for although accustomed to short, informal temperance talks in public, I had no idea, woman that I was, of taking his place at such a critical moment. What added to my embarrassment was the disheartening fact to all of us that Mr. Pope was just then unexpectedly called away to another part of his extensive field and was gone two days. So there was no help for it. I looked over my old notes--nothing would do. Then I inquired of the Lord, and He said "Fear not." Here let me remark, that I have hitherto encountered in this needy part of the country an obstinate prejudice against this "Woman's Temperance Work" by the women themselves, the most interested party in it. But here, thanks be to God, I met a most favorable reception. How the people looked, how earnestly they listened also, yes, and wept, as I told them of the world-wide Woman's Christian Temperance Union, and warned them of that fatal sin which was keeping many women out of the Kingdom of Heaven, and they knew it. I talked in my simple way of human love in its various phases, and then turned to the incomparable love of Christ, who would save them if they would only let him. In conclusion I asked--"Is there any one here, man, woman or child, in this congregation, who is willing to forswear the intoxicating cup henceforth and forever? If there is, let him come forward and take me by the hand." With scarcely a pause, the main body of the audience _in the rear_ (you know what that means) rose from their seats and literally precipitated themselves upon the speaker's stand. For the next half hour I had nothing to do but to shake hands and pin the white ribbon. I never witnessed a more exciting scene. The tearful joy of suffering wives over their sobered husbands, and anxious parents over their wandering boys will not be forgotten.