On one occasion when Mr. Duff began to speak, it seemed as if he could only utter a few sentences, and he was conscious that many were gazing at him, fearful, as was afterwards said, that he would soon drop on the floor. But oh! the power of eloquence which God gave to that almost worn-out man! Though Duff's voice at last so failed that it was an effort to bring out a whisper, and he was so drenched with perspiration as to feel as if dragged through the sea, the effect of his speech was wonderful. Down the cheeks of even stern hard men the tears were flowing. Those who had cared little whether India's millions went to Heaven or Hell, were now ready to join heart and hand in the effort to save them. The rich gave largely, children joined in penny subscriptions, the poor gave gladly of their little. Oh! That the natives of India knew how much self-denial is shown by some of the humble subscribers to missions; what warm sympathy and loving pity is felt in Britain for nations in darkness, who have not yet welcomed the tidings of Salvation! A lady who had seen Mr. Duff at a Communion service thus described him: "He seemed like one from Heaven; and he looked so ill, as if he might have passed away as he broke the bread." Let us give a short specimen of the eloquence which, by God's blessing on it, made hearers not only give money, but in some cases "themselves" to the holy cause of missions. Let the voice of Duff, Oh! reader, speak to you as from the dead. You cannot look on the earnest face of him who almost died in the work of bringing sinners to Christ,—but imagine the missionary now before you,—imagine his words as addressed to yourself, his piercing gaze fixed upon you, his appeal made to "your" heart! "Collect what is fair and lovely in every world, what is bright and dazzling in every sun . . . and after having united these myriads of bright orbs into one glorious constellation combining in itself the concentrated beauty and loveliness of the whole created universe, go and compare an atom to a world, a drop to the ocean,—the twinkle of a taper to the full blaze of the noontide sun, then may you compare even this all-comprehending constellation of beauty and excellence to Him Who is the brightness of the Father's glory, who is God over all, blessed for ever! "And yet, wonder Oh! heavens, and rejoice Oh! earth! this great and mighty and glorious Being did, for our sakes, consent to veil His glory, and appear upon earth as a Man of sorrows, whose visage was so marred more than any man's, and His form more than the sons of men! Oh! is not this love, self-sacrificing love, love that is 'higher than the heights above, deeper than the depths beneath!' Oh! is not this condescension, self-sacrificing condescension, condescension without a parallel and without a name! 'God manifest in the flesh!' God manifest in the flesh for the redemption of a rebel race! Oh! is this the wonder of a world, is not this the astonishment of a universe!"