"Because I am in earnest," said Rowland Hill, "men call me an enthusiast. When I first came into this part of the country, I was walking on yonder hill, and I saw a gravel-pit fall in and bury three human beings alive. I lifted up my voice and called for help so loud that I was heard in the town at a distance of nearly a mile away.
"Help came and two of the buried men were rescued. No one called me an enthusiast then. Today when I see eternal destruction ready to fall on poor sinners. and to sink their souls into an eternal hell, and call on them to escape, shall I be called an enthusiast now? No! I am not an enthusiast in doing so.
"I call on you aloud to fly for refuge to Jesus Christ, the One set before you in the Gospel."