sweet face on this green earth, and it does seem to me as if I could
almost see her by thinking of her so much.

I have said that we came to this lovely city in the year of our Lord
1865, and in that year I went to live with a good family that were
members of the church, where the Lord spoke peace to my soul, under the
preaching of the Rev. David Moore, then the beloved leader of the
noblest band of God's children on this earth, and a more beloved people
never lived. They were always on the lookout for any strangers that
might come in the church; and they soon found me out as I was a stranger
in the Monday night meeting. The dear pastor came to me the first one,
for he did not stop to think whether I was an African or what nation I
had come from, but he saw in me a soul, and he wanted to find out if
there was any room for Jesus to live or what I should do with Jesus, or
what should I do for Him, who had done so much for me; and my poor heart
was ready and waiting for some one to come to its rescue. It was then
and there that I yielded my life and my all to the one that can save to
the uttermost all that come unto Him by the Lord Jesus Christ.

I followed my Lord and Master in the Jordan in the year of our Lord
1866, and those sweet moments have never left me once. As the years go
by they seem to be the more sweet to my sinful soul, and I am trying to
wing my way to these bright mansions above, where I shall meet those
dear ones who have gone before.

I have had some of the darkest days of my life while on this voyage of
life, but when it is dark Jesus says, "Peace, be still and fear not, for
I will pilot thee."

And then my heart can sing: