Tidy's first experience in this wilderness of delights, where was so
much to be seen, learned, and enjoyed, was a striking one, and proved
how the goodness of God followed her all the days of her life.
It was Saturday evening when she landed. The family with whom
the captain placed her were pious people, and were glad enough
of the opportunity on the morrow of taking an emancipated slave,
who had never been inside a church, to the house of God. It was
a humble, un-pretending edifice where the colored people worshiped,
but to her it was spacious and splendid. How neat and orderly every
thing appeared. Men, women, and children, in their Sunday attire,
walked quietly through the streets, and reverently seated themselves
in the place of worship. The minister ascended the pulpit,
and the singers took their places in the choir. It was communion Sunday,
and the table within the altar was spread for the holy feast.
All these strange and incomprehensible proceedings filled the mind
of Tidy with solemnity and awe.

The services began. The prayer and reading of the Scripture
seemed to feed her hungry soul as with the bread of life.
Then the congregation arose and sang,--

"Alas, and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote his sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Oh, the Lamb, the loving Lamb,
The Lamb on Calvary;

The Lamb that was slain,