Afterwards the surgeon asked him if he were a drug-taker, and he told
me that he answered:--
'Why, sir, I could have drunk all the lot you have been trying to give
me, without ever knowing the difference.'
In this condition, when he was such a wreck that he trembled from head
to foot and was contemplating suicide, he came into the hands of the
Army, and was sent down to the Hadleigh Farm.
Now comes the point of the story. At Hadleigh he 'got converted,' and
from that hour has never touched either drink or drugs. Moreover, he
assured me solemnly that he could go into a chemist's shop or a bar
with money in his pocket without feeling the slightest desire to
indulge in such stimulants. He said that after his conversion, he had
a 'terrible fight' with his old habits, the physical results of their
discontinuance being most painful. Subsequently, however, and by
degrees, the craving left him entirely, I asked him to what he
attributed this extraordinary cure. He replied:--
'To the power of God. If I trusted in my own strength I should
certainly fail, but the power of God keeps me from being overcome.
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