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offered up at the conclusion of this little meeting, the preacher pleaded most feelingly for me, in which he was spontaneously accorded by almost every one present. Good God! thought I, is this possible? I have derided him, and he prays for me. I have persecuted the people of God, yet these Christians love my soul! Is this the blessed effect of the religion I have despised? My astonishment was extreme, for I fully expected that all God's people must deservedly hate me, as I heartily detested myself. I went home with a heavy load at my heart, retired by myself, and strove to pray.

As I study brevity in this little narrative, I must pass slightly over the exercises of my mind for a few succeeding months. The serpent infidelity, though bruised in the head, yet retained some remains of life, and writhed and struggled in my heart. But a serious perusal of some excellent books in defence of

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revealed religion gave the finishing blow to this hydra-headed monster, and my understanding became rationally convinced. But though my external conduct was reformed, and my understanding enlightened, so that I saw men as trees walking,' I had not yet learnt to" walk by faith and not by sight.' I found my heart sometimes bitterly rising against God. I murmured at the straitness of the way which was cast up before me, for it was sensibly impressed on my mind that I ought to join the Methodists. This I knew would subject me to much ridicule, and I was not yet fully determined to give up all for religion. For nearly four months I struggled with my vain propensities, sometimes fervently beseeching God to strengthen me for his service, and sometimes captivated by my besetments, until it pleased God, (I have reason to believe,) in answer to the prayers of some of his dear children on my be

half, to bring conviction so home to my heart, and so to show me my perishing condition, destitute of a Saviour, that I became in good earnest willing to "count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Jesus Christ." I no longer halted between the desire of saving my soul, and the fear of being thought singular. I no longer dreaded the contumely of the proud, nor the derision of the vain. The vanities of time and sense faded in my view, and my heart unceasingly cried, "God be merciful to me, a sinner." Glory to God! he was not slow to hear nor impotent to save! One Sabbath afternoon I wandered into the fields to indulge my sorrows alone. The load my broken spirit sustained at this time was almost insupportable. It appeared that heaven and earth were conspired against me, and I was deservedly wretched. No reed of hope to grasp. The past was sin, the present wretchedness,

and the future I scarce dared to look upon it was verging to despair. "Oh which way," cried I, "shall I turn? if I go back, I must die, if I go forward, I can but die. I will go to my God, and if I perish, it shall be at his feet." With a kind of desperate resignation (if I may use such a term) I fell on my knees, "Lord," I cried, "I yield, I submit, if thou cast me off for ever; in hell will I praise thee." At that moment a sensation of peace visited my heart, and whether my perception was external or mental, I could then hardly tell, but the following words were sweetly applied to sooth my agitated feelings; "Him that cometh to me I will in nowise cast out." I am certain I heard no voice, but these were impressed on my mind in a manner as sensible as though they had entered by my organs of hearing. They were accompanied with a persuasion that this was the voice of God to my soul, and had the

weight of a mountain been removed from my guilty head, it could not have produced a greater alteration. My soul, at that moment, found pow. er by faith "to lay hold on the Son of God," and I felt the merit of the atoning blood applied to me in particular, as though there were not another sinner in the universe; and I exclaimed aloud, "Here is one

Saviour Jesus for one sinner Caroline; I arose, and looked around, but how was the prospect changed! I had often admired the romantic banks of the Saco, but never did they appear so beautiful as at the present. The sun was throwing his last rays upon the water, the refracted light faintly streaked the distant mountains, and the scene was charming beyond description. I never see the sun set now, but I recall those feelings to mind, and often bedew their memory with a tear. felt a calm sink into my soul. was all around me and within me,

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