Most were drowned in tears. The word was sharper than a two-edged sword. The bitter cries and groans were enough to pierce the hardest heart. Some of the people were as pale as death; others were wringing their hands; others lying on the ground; others sinking into the arms of friends; and most lifting up their eyes to heaven and crying to God for mercy. I could think of nothing, when I looked upon them, so much as the Great Day. They seemed like people awakened by the last trump, and coming out of their graves to judgement.