waking up is most sensibly felt. Nothing so quickens prayer as trial. It sends us, at once, to our knees, and shuts the door of our closet behind us. In the day of prosperity we have many comforts, many refuges to resort to; in the day of sorrow we have only one, and that is God. Our grief is too deep to tell to any other: it is too heavy for any other to soothe. Now we awake to prayer. It was something to us before, but now it is all. Man’s arm fails, and there is none but God to lean upon. Our