Church and Graveyard Scene. - "On the following Sabbath the work went on. Arrangements were made to keep down excitement, and confine the converts to their own seats, and the public services were not disturbed. In the evening, for the first time, a neighboring minister came to my aid, and a layman from Belfast also joined in our services. I gave a short address, stating what the Lord had done among us, when one of the converts, our first one, rose, and with beaming countenance and eyes, which told of the joys within the heart, said a few things to the people, when here and there throughout the church, parties rose and went out, laboring under deep conviction, and immediately the graveyard is filled with groups singing and praying around the prostrate bodies of men and women. Some are as in a trance, others crying for mercy. Some are still falling into the arms of friends, and sinking as into a swoon. Some stagger to a distance, and drop on their knees to pray over the graves of the dead; and a few rush to the gates, and fly in terror from the scene. The converts are flying from group to group, and raise the loud shout of triumph as one after another, like the jailer of Philippi, is seen trembling and heard crying out, `What shall I do to be saved?' Up to this evening the work had gone on chiefly among the females; soon, however, the men were impressed; and I shall never forget the look and shout of joy with which one of these females proclaimed the triumph of the Lord, when strong men were writhing in agony, or stretched out still and calm, but with clasped hands and heaving heart, on the graves around. I think I see her now, - her bonnet hanging behind her head, her Bible in her hand above her head, - and I hear still her shout, `The men are coming now - the men are coming now!' For ten days and more the whole country was in a state of intense excitement.

A Young Deborah. - "I met one of them when going to visit a man and his wife. She had visited some houses, read, exhorted, and prayed. `The Lord,' said she to all the people in these houses, `has sent me to bring you to Him. He is waiting for you. Arise, and follow me.' And strange, but true, they `immediately rose and followed her.' A widow woman, her sons and grandchildren, a mother with one child in her arms, and another at her feet, trembling and in tears, girls and boys who had risen from their looms, and men who had dropped their spades and left their work in the open fields, all followed her across the country, while she marched at their head like a general. `Here,' said she, when I met her, pointing to her train of followers, `is my day's work; is it not a good one? They wanted me to stay at home, but I would not, for I knew that the Lord had work for me to do. He has given me these.' - `R-dear,' said I, `do be quiet, and don't excite yourself, or people will say you are going mad.' She drew herself up in the most commanding manner, and measuring me from head to foot, exclaimed, `I am astonished at you, Mr. M-; did you not teach me in your Sunday-school and Bible class? Oh, I can teach the children now. I will bring them to Jesus. Must I not do the will of my heavenly Father? Oh, I have a Father now. Do you not remember the words of Jesus, when the Pharisees reproved Him because He did not silence the little children who shouted Hosannah as He marched into Jerusalem? - `If these should hold their peace, immediately the very stones would cry out.' I cannot hold my peace. It is not I, but the Spirit of the Lord, that is speaking.' I was awed into silence as I stood before this young Deborah, and in the meantime fell into the rear, and became one of her followers. It is right to state, that in a few days she calmed down, and became what she still continues to be - a warmhearted, zealous, and consistent follower of Jesus. The excitement is gone, but not the Spirit which gave it birth. She did her work. She roused the country, and then retired into private life, and in the quiet home of the family circle she and her sisters are adorning the doctrine of the gospel by a becoming walk and conversation. Indeed it is pleasing to have to record the same testimony in favor of all the other converts in Dundrod without a single exception. Though numbering upwards of two hundred, no evil things as yet can be said of one of them.

The Work in the Country Round. - "These things which I have described took place in and around Dundrod, the church being the centre; but in other parts of the country the work went on satisfactorily, but especially in a wide district lying between us and the Belfast mountains. Here the progress was truly amazing. Had the French landed in Belfast, and the news spread that they were on their march toward us, there could not have been greater commotion among the people. Many had been stricken down at Dundrod, and brought into the district, and every house was a kind of hospital, filled with the wounded, from whose wounds arrows were plucked to wound afresh those who stood around them. The cry on all sides was, `The Lord is at hand, go ye out to meet him' - `The day of the Lord is come.' When I visited the district, I found that all labor was completely suspended, and that all the people were running in groups from house to house. The mourning was in its extent, if not in its nature, like that of Egypt. In some houses, at one time, I counted more than a score, old and young, more or less affected. The people here seemed to `take it' with wonderful rapidity. There was a regular chain of meetings kept up night and day, each meeting feeding the flame of zeal, and from each, as from a burning altar, five coals were taken to touch the cold lips and fire the dead souls of the few `careless ones' elsewhere.

Another Deborah and her Fellow-laborer. - "One girl was highly blessed and honored in this district. She had been at Dundrod, and was there converted. It had the honor of being, as she said, her birthplace. She was well acquainted with the Scriptures, and was correct and blameless in her life. She said to me, `I thought I was a good girl, but I was all wrong. I never was on the narrow way till now. I knew I was sound in the faith, but I wanted a quickening,' She got the quickening, and the change was wonderful. She was all alive, all on fire, and went through the country from house to house exhorting the careless; but her chief delight was in comforting those who were mourners. She soon found a fellow-laborer. A young man in her neighborhood, of wild and reckless habits, treats the revival with scorn, and forbids his sisters to go too near, lest they might bring the plague home with them; for some actually shunned at first, and others fled from our meetings in perfect terror, lest they might `take the revival,' for they were afraid they could not `stand it.' Like many professing Christians, they had no objection to wear the crown, but they would not endure the cross; they would enter heaven, but not through the strait gate, or along the thorny path of much tribulation. They could not but envy the joys, but they shunned the sorrows of the . God had, however, His eye on this young man, and the Spirit guided the young girl to his father's house. She is resolved on conquest. She lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, and, fixing her eyes on him, says, `Archy, won't you come? I know you'll come. Come to Jesus. I see it in your eye, you are coming. Pray, Archy, pray for the Spirit.' And now they are on their knees together; while father and mother, and sisters and brothers, stand awhile in wonder, then kneel too, and all pray for the Spirit of God. Nor did they pray in vain. The young man struggles, feels a choking sensation in the throat, and a pressure on his heart; his bosom heaves with strange emotions. The strong man is bowed down, the hard heart is softening, the Spirit is striving; and now the struggle is over, and another Saul stands up, and, rejoicing in his new-born freedom, asks work, saying, `Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?' The work is given, and with all his heart he sets about doing it. In his family he works, and all the inmates are changed; father, mother, sisters, and brothers, blessing God for bringing salvation into their house. Now he flies in breathless haste to rouse his sleeping neighbors and friends. He stands up in the midst of hundreds in the open-air meetings proclaiming the glad tidings of salvation, and glorying in the possession of a light, and life, and joy, never felt nor dreamed of before. He seeks his old companions, whom he led in many a revel; and on the following Sabbath, in the face of the most crowded and solemn assembly ever held among us, he marches up at the head of nearly one hundred individuals, who, in front of the pulpit, sign the total abstinence pledge. His mission does not end here. He and others visit from house to house, hold prayer-meetings, and the revival spreads around until every family in the district can count its converts; and in more than one instance whole families `joy in God, through the Lord Jesus Christ, by whom they have received the atonement.'

"The change wrought among this people was strange and sudden; it was, indeed, from `darkness to light,' from death to life. The Spirit of God had done for these sleepers in the valley what tradition says Tell will do some day for his native land, when, coming forth from the cave where it is said he sleeps, he shall sound his horn and raise the dead, and fill his native valleys with bands of armed men, ready to unfurl the banner of freedom, and trample tyranny in the dust. But we need not go to profane history or the middle ages for traditionary legend for an illustration of what took place in and around Dundrod, when the Spirit of the Lord came down upon the people and quickened them, even as when He came upon the dry bones in the `valley of vision.'

A Curious Dream. - "In connection with this wondrous vision, which has been realized almost to the life in all its parts in the midst of us, I may here relate a strange dream by one of the converts, a married man, in mid life - a plain, uneducated, working man, who told me he never remembered having read, or heard read, the passage in Ezekiel to which his dream bears such a marked resemblance. He was smitten down when going home from one of our prayer-meetings, and while sitting in his house, had in his half-sleepy, trance-like state the following dream or vision: `I saw,' said he, `in one spot, a pile of bones all in a heap, and in another place a heap of raw flesh. Then I saw a strange hand from a shadowy form take the bones one by one, and arrange them in their proper order into a skeleton. Then going to the other heap it took piece after piece of the flesh, and put them all over the bones, and then unfolding some thin transparent substance like skin, it spread it over the body, fitting it to it. Then there was a rushing as of wind, and immediately the body stood upright, and I started, for it was myself. I had seen God making me over again. I was a new creature. A table was set before me, on which was a pipe and a tumbler of whiskey, to try me, and show that I was changed. I could not touch either, though I was both a drinker and a smoker.' - `And have you,' said I, when he finished his narrative, which I have given almost in his own words, `given up the pipe and the bottle?' - `I have,' said he, `and have felt no desire for either ever since.'

"There is life now in the people, a new, a spiritual life. The Spirit has quickened hundreds who were `dead in trespasses and sins.' The cry is heard on all sides, `Such times, such glorious times! the Lord indeed is come.' Prayers issue from lips that never moved in audible prayer before; and oh, such prayers! so rich in Scripture language, so fervent, for icy hearts are melted as if by fire from heaven. Men and women pray; father follows son, or a sister a brother, like the gallant leaders of some forlorn hope. When the foremost have fallen in the track, others passing behind push on, resolved to take heaven by force, and not to yield until they themselves, and their friends, stand within the city of God.

The Farm-servant in the Field. - "Having heard one day that a young man, a farm-servant, had been brought under conviction, I went to see him. I called at his master's house, but was told that nothing was known of it; and I went in search of him to some neighboring houses in which were converts, thinking it probable he might have gone there. On my way I heard sounds from a field by the wayside, and following with my eye the direction of the sound, saw a number of individuals kneeling at some distance at the back of a ditch, and as I approached I found they were engaged in prayer. He had been taken ill in the field, where he had been weeding corn. At a distance lay the implement of husbandry which had dropped from his hands. Friends had gathered around him: a psalm was sung, and now they are engaged in prayer. He prays; another and another follows, and when I thought all had ended, I heard the sweet, earnest, pleading voice of a young girl, who, from the first night, was prominent among the happy converts; and she rose with a smile, and all rejoiced, for their prayers being ended, the young man stood in the midst of them, blessing and praising God and receiving their warm congratulations.

"Prayer-meetings are appointed in the several districts of the congregation, but wherever there is an earnest seeking soul, the people meet for prayer. The songs of Zion, the Psalms of David, those glorious psalms never so much prized as now, ascend from almost every house. And in the still summer evening, strains of heavenly music seem to float on the tremulous air. Imagination is busy, and no wonder, and men pause on the highway to catch the sweet sounds, now soft and low, rising and falling, and now ringing like the chimes of church-bells. They thought the angels were above and around them. They thought they heard the festive chimes of heaven, the pealing of the bells in the city of God, as the heavenly host proclaimed the triumphs which their Lord was achieving over His foes on the earth."

"Hark, how they sweetly sing,

Worthy is our Saviour King;

Lord let His praises ring,

Praise, praise for aye."