The son of a wealthy grazier was taken to hear the gospel. Afterward he became a frequent attendant, though living at the distance of twenty miles. The old man, his father, just then four-score, perceived the change which had taken place in his son, who, on inquiry, told him all the circumstances, and the signal blessings which had attended the preaching he had heard. “Son,” said the old man, “I wish I could hear the man myself; Do you think I can ride as far?” “Father,” said he, “if you will go to cousin W’s overnight, I think you could.” The horses were saddled, and off went father and son on Saturday night. On Sunday they both went to hear the preacher, and the Lord blessed the very first discourse to the old man’s heart, and from that day he began to confess Jesus Christ as his Redeemer. During two summers he attended at the same place; but infirmities confining him to his bed he could not continue. When thus prevented from leaving his home, a friend called, and in the course of conversation said, “How old are you?” “Little more,” said he, “than two years old; for I can only reckon my life from the time I knew the Lord Jesus; the fourscore years before were but a life of death.” At eighty-four he departed, and entered into the joy of his Lord.