Then he paused, and after a few more sentences on ‘the holiness of God’ and ‘the grandeur of this Book,’ looking at the Bible which he was holding tenderly all the time, he suddenly said: “I have a summer house in the garden, which holds about thirty people. It is over there,” pointing through the open window. “I want you very much to speak there. I know you read the Bible in the villages. To-morrow afternoon I should like the servants on the place, some tenants and a few of the neighbors to gather there. Will you speak to them?” “What shall I speak about?” I asked.  “Christ Jesus!” he replied in a clear, emphatic voice, adding in a lower tone, “and his salvation. Is not that the best theme? And then I want you to sing some hymns with them. You lead on your small instrument, do you not?”