About midnight
Yes , alway ; but not always in our way . When sin has found the sinner out -- when warnings have been slighted , mercies despised , the Spirit quenched , the gentle arm that would guide us to glory rudely and perseveringly flung aside -- then , then , it may be , not even a believing mother 's prayer shall avail to turn aside the righteous stroke of the hand of that holy God who is to his determined enemies a consuming fire . All the night long did Frank Oldfield toss to and fro , or start up with glaring eyes , calling on his drunken associates , singing wild songs , or now and then recalling days when sin had not yet set its searing brand on his heart and conscience . About midnight his father and mother stole into his chamber . The nurse put up her finger . They cautiously shrank back behind the screen of the bed-curtains out of his sight . `` Juniper , my boy ! ''