It was a snowy morn­ing, and Miss Ha­ver­gal was not able to go to church. She was in bed, and asked for her Pray­er-book, as she al­ways liked to fol­low the serv­ic­es of the day. On Mr. Shaw’s re­turn from church, he heard her touch on the pi­a­no. “Why, Fran­ces, I thought you were up­stairs!” “Yes; but I had my Pray­er-book, and in the Psalms for to-day, I read, ‘Tell it out among the heathen that the Lord is King.’ I thought, ‘What a splen­did first line!’ and then words and mu­sic came rush­ing in to me. There, it’s all writ­ten out.” With cop­per-plate neat­ness she had ra­pid­ly writ­ten out the words, mu­sic, and har­mo­nies com­plete.

Dr. James, Vi­car of North Mars­ton, says that Miss Ha­ver­gal had ex­haust­ed her­self at a Som­er­set­shire gar­den par­ty, but hap­pened to over­hear her host­ess’s re­gret that the ser­vants had not been present. She ex­claimed, ‘Oh, if it is work for the Mas­ter, of course I can do it.’ She was suf­fer­ing much from the sting of a bee, but threw off her hat and gloves, sat down at the pi­a­no, and great­ly im­pressed ‘a whole re­ti­nue of servants’ by sing­ing from the Mes­si­ah, ‘Come un­to Me, all ye that la­bor and are hea­vy lad­en, and I will give you rest.’ When all was done she stood up and said, ‘Now I am go­ing to tell you what you must do when you your­selves have ac­cept­ed the in­vi­ta­tion.’ She sang out be­fore her spell­bound au­di­ence, ‘Tell it out among the heath­en that the Lord is King’ to her own mu­sic. As they lin­gered she prom­ised to send each of them a copy. Dr. James said that at least one per­son was turned to Christ by that mu­sic­al af­ter­noon.