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T H E K I N G ’ S B U S I N E S S square, a bulldog in tweeds and gold- rimmed spectacles), two or th ree wora- men in their grime, and one or two obvious clericals. The testimonies are perhaps the most rem arkable featu re of th e revival. One woman got up and, w ith tears stream ing down her face, confessed th a t a t th e time when she felt conviction of sin she was keeping a disorderly house. I spoke to four men who had borne testimony. One was a gunman, one an unemployable, one a business man, and one— ra th e r strange, this— was a clergyman. All spoke enthusiastically of the g reat cleansing th a t U lster is un dergoing. Publicans and pawnbrokers are feeling a draught, b u t the streets are safer, and the whole community appears to be feeling an uplift. The wave of emotion has reached every class. Men in the shipyards have Bible classes in the dinner hour, churches are crowded in the afternoon and night; th ere are prayer meetings a t every turning, and, although a wave must recede, this wave’s advance has washed out much th a t needed wash ing. The calling away of Mrs. Dixon from her husband while in China where he had gone to speak a t th e Summer Con ferences among th e missionaries, is one of those strange Providences so often used of God to bring into a human life the sweetest experience of His love, but which can never be fully under stood un til the fulfillment of the prom ise, “W hat I do thou knowest not now, but thou shalt know hereafter.” The little booklet is published by th e Good L iteratu re Department of the University Baptist Church, Baltimore, Md., and no doubt many of Dr. Dixon’s friends will be glad to avail themselves of th e privilege of obtaining a copy.
. . . It has been raining, and in th e light of th e electric lamps th e broad street shines. There’s a big crowd waiting outside the church, when the noise of a band rifts along the road playing— “They’re the Islandm en,” someone cries, and four ab reast th e Islandmen come. Shipyard workers, they appear to be, many of them in dungarees, grimy, most of them young, all fresh from work, all empty-stomached, many of them who a few days ago had hate in th eir hearts and rivets or guns in th eir pockets, now coming to church instead of going home to tea. W ith a sm a rt left-wheel, they go for th e church; th e g rea t crowd, which has been holding up th e traffic, surges in wards, and a two-foot-six brick and stone p illar goes down before th e surge. I t is lik e a cup-tie. U lsterm en will fight even to g et in to a church. When the dust has settled there are about 1,600 inside, and in th e pulpit Pastor Nicholson, an Ulster-American (a man of middle height and age, TRIBUTE TO MRS. DIXON A beautiful trib u te to “The Wife Who Always Helped and Never Hind ered” has been received from Dr. A. C. Dixon, whose beloved wife, Mary Faison Dixon, fell asleep in Jesus at Ruling, China, on Sunday, August 6, 1922. The little booklet, which is beauti fully illu strated , contains a brief sketch of her life, and of her last illness and burial, the addresses made a t th e fu neral, and excerpts from letters of con dolence received by Dr. Dixon, all: of which bear w itness to the loving re gard of those who knew her best. “We’re marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion.” F ig h t to E n te r Church
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