shall come to make up his jewels; and I can praise His name for such a
Saviour.

Well, to my story: As a teacher in the same place for eleven years, or I
should say I was connected with the same school for that length of time,
and all the way the Saviour led me. Sometimes it was not all flowers and
sweetness, but in it all I can see the hand of the Blessed One; and it
used to make me say to myself, Praise the Lord, Oh, my soul, and all
that is within me praise His holy name!

After being there for sometime I was taken sick and was there sick and
could not teach my school for that Winter. It made me feel very bad, but
my good Dr. Ford said that he thought all of the county were sorry to
learn of my illness and all were losing a good teacher. I would not be
able to do any school work for sometime to come as the nerves were all
overworked, and that had brought on other troubles which were of a
dangerous nature. So my heart was heavy indeed, and if I had not had my
hope built in Jesus Christ I would not have stood, for I felt that all
other ground was to me a sinking sand. I stayed there all of the Winter
and then came on home to Brooklyn, and the Lord was so good to make me
well; I went back to my work and taught all that Winter, and when my
school was out I then went down to the county seat, which is ten miles
from the station and is about fourteen from my school, where I spoke of.

Hinton is a lovely little town on the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad and
in the Blue Ridge and Alleghany Mountains, and is one of the greatest
places on the road, as all of the trains from the West, East, South and
North stop there. It is a lovely town and they have a roundhouse there
where they build locomotives. They have a fine Y. M. C. there. There
are a number of men employed at this place. They have two nice Baptist