“If you ever come to Chicago, call on me; and I will try to return your kindness.” Said Mr. Remington, “Don’t wait for me; do it to the first man that comes along.” During this Eastern visit the hunger for more spiritual power was still upon Mr. Moody. “My heart was not in the work of begging,” he said. “I could not appeal. I was crying all the time that God would fill me with His Spirit. Well, one day, in the city of New York—oh, what a day!—I cannot describe it, I seldom refer to it; it is almost