IVflui the New Vork Tribune comes a story, which Mr. Moody reeently told, iïlnstrative.of the fact that to the power of single hearted perseverance there is no known limit: When I was in ïjondon some years ago, I saw a lady in my audienoe who could not walk and had a chair on wheels in which she was brought into church. The look of disgust on her faoe and the attention she attracted in being brought iuto the meetings made me take notice of her. I spoke to her one day, and she said: "Mr. Moody, when this excitement is over and you have gone back to America the people will go back to their old ways. They won 't keep on. They can 't doit." I talked witn her for some time, bnt she stuck to her point. A day or two af terward I told the fable of the clock : The pendulum couuted howmany times it would have to tick before it was ■worn out, and it was so appalled at the number that it wanted to give up right there, saying, "I never eau do it. " "But, " said one of the other parts of the clock, "it is only a tick at a time." "That is just what some of you are doing," I said, "saying that 'after Mr. Moody gees back to America the excitement will die out. We wül not keep it np. We can't get graoe enough to do so. ' Get grace enough to live a tick at a time, a step at a time, " said I. That woman went home and bonght a clock with a pendulum and put it where she could see it. She preached so much about "a tick at a time" that her friends called her Lady Penduluin. The day before returning to America I received a package from her. In it was a clock, and the letter with it said: "Please put this clock in your room, and when you look at it remember that Lady Pendulum is still living a tick at a time."