A rather wild soldier had one evening been scoffing at a churn for reading his Testament and praying. His friend answered very little at the time, but spoke seriously when he saw him alone some time afterward. Another soldier coming in at the time, he cried, “Come on, Will, and we’ll go and get a drink to wash this sermon down.” “I hope it will go down into your heart,” his companion answered. That night, when the young soldier tossed on his hard bed, he dreamed of his mother. She was dying, and he heard her saying, “Joe, Joe, I could die happy if I thought you had found your Saviour.” This dream of his mother softened his heart, and he woke up very disturbed in mind. The remainder of the night he could not sleep, and the next day his companions jeered him, saying, “Are you going to turn religious too?” That evening he went to a meeting (the first since he joined the Army), and the Spirit of God overwhelmed his stubborn soul. Now he holds meetings of his own, and thanks God for the timely dream which saved him so that he might save others.