A very remarkable service was that held at Whitchurch at mid-day, September 13. A publican's wife was swept away on a flood of remorse, and tearing her hair out "in skeins" from distraction and despair, she besought the Lord to pardon the sin of her youth. "Visit not the sin of the mother on the child," she cried, referring to her son born out of wedlock.
In his address, David Morgan had used the illustration of the egg-gatherer on the cliffs, already referred to. The Diary relates: " Before the end of the meeting, as the unconverted went out, a man of thirty-two began to shout in tones of terror, "Draw me up! draw me up!'' about ten times. He walked through the crowd, bewildered, and shouted, 'Where is mother?' many times. Then his mother elbowed her way through the people to him He grasped her and cried, "Draw me up, mother dear I am sinking to hell from your arms again.' Then he roared "Oh my dear, dear mother, I cursed you, and consigned you to hell a hundred times; never will I do it again never; will you forgive me now, dear mother?" He would not be pacfied for some time, but at last he sat down with his head on his mother's bosom, sobbing and shouting, "Draw me up; I am sinking to hell through everything.'" This young man's name was Thomas Llywelyn The
power of the Cross drew him up beyond the reach of danger. Henceforward he lived to adorn the doctrine of God his Saviour. Not only was the brand taken out of the fire, the fire was also taken out of the brand and it budded and bore fuit. He perished in a colliery explosion in 1877, and though only a common collier, the church at Pentyrch felt that one of its pillars had fallen.
From, 'The '59 Revival', by J J Morgan, pages 96-7.