message in their ear,—to offer them, direct from God, a place in the ranks of his chosen."
"If they are really qualified for the task, will not their own hearts be the first to inform them of it?"
I felt as if an awful charm was framing round and gathering over me: I trembled to hear some fatal word spoken which would at once declare and rivet the spell.
"And what does your heart say?" demanded St. John.
"My heart is mute,—my heart is mute," I answered, struck and thrilled.
"Then I must speak for it," continued the deep, relentless voice. "Jane, come with me to India: come as my help-meet and fellow-labourer."
The glen and sky spun round: the hills heaved! It was as if I had heard a summons from Heaven—as if a visionary messenger, like him of Macedonia, had enounced "Come over and help us!" But I was no apostle,—I could not behold the herald,—I could not receive his call.
"Oh, St. John!" I cried, "have some mercy!"
I appealed to one, who, in the discharge of
