wonder if some of you have not pious mothers at home, who have loved you, and prayed for you, aye, and have wept on your account." Having made these, or very similar remarks, I cast my eyes rapidly over the faces of those before me, and observed one who was exceedingly wrought upon. Every muscle of his face seemed to be moved, and the tears began to trickle down his cheeks. Then addressing him particularly-"Soldier!" said I, "come here-I want to talk with you." Sure enough, he immediately followed me, and when we had gone a little way off-"Soldier!" said I, "tell me-Have not you a pious mother?" Bursting into a flood of tears-" Yes, sir," said he, "I have a very pious mother, a member of the Methodist church in Pennsylvania." Here he wept aloud-so loud that he might have been heard a very considerable distance. After pointing out the way of salvation to him, through a crucified Saviour, as clearly as I could, I left him. Some two or three days after I called again, and found him rejoicing in the hope of glory. He had found his mother's Saviour and his mother's God! Heavens bless mothers, pious mother's all the world over! and let all the angels of God say Amen. Thank God, I too had a pious mother.

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