"Where am I?" He cried. "where am I?"
"Lie down," said the physician. "Your heart may be very susceptible."
"however," exclaimed the antique warrior, "I ought to end my appeal. Take me again. Take me once more. i have not finished my appeal yet."
"Lie however," stated the medical doctor again, "you're too prone to move once more."
but the elderly missionary struggled to his toes, his strength of mind overcoming his vulnerable factor; and with the medical physician on one side and the moderator, on the other side, the antique white-haired warrior changed into led once more to the platform, and as he mounted the pulpit steps, the complete assembly rose to do him honour. Then he continued his appeal.
"whilst Queen Victoria requires volunteers for India," he exclaimed, " hundreds of young men respond; however whilst king JESUS calls, no one goes." Then he paused. once more he spoke. "Is it true," he requested, that Scotland has no more sons to offer for India?" yet again he paused. "very well," he concluded, "if Scotland has no more young men to send to India, then, old and decrepit although i am, i'm able to move back, and in spite of the reality that I cannot preach, i can lie down on the seashores of the Ganges and die, as a way to allow the peoples of India keep in mind that there may be as a minimum one man in Scotland who cares sufficient for their souls to provide his life for them."
In a moment more youthful men, everywhere in the assembly, sprang to their toes, crying out, "i will go!" And after the missionary had passed on, lots of the same young men found their way to India, there to invest their lives as missionaries, due to the appeal God had made through Dr, Duff.
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