A celebrated preacher of the past became greatly discouraged in his work and had serious thoughts of giving up preaching, at least in that part of the vineyard. A significant dream relieved him. He thought he was working with a pick-axe, on the top of a rock. His muscular arms brought down stroke after stroke for hours, but the rock was hardly indented. He said to himself at last, “It is useless; I will pick no more.” Suddenly a stranger of dignified mien stood by his side and said, “You will pick no more?” “No.” “Were you not set to do this task?” “Yes.” “Why then abandon it?” “My work is in vain; I make no impression.” Solemnly the stranger replied, “What is that to you? Your duty is to pick, whether the rock yields or not. Your work is in your hands; the result is not. Work on.” He resumed his task. The first blow was given with almost superhuman force, and the rock flew into a thousand pieces. He awoke and returned to his work and a great revival followed.—A. B.