Mrs. Powell is the sister of the first Mrs. Pell and she has one
daughter, who is a Mrs. Pell, whom I have to call Mrs. E. Pell to let
each one know which one I mean. There are other ladies in the mansion
that are very nice to me. Mrs. Pell No. 1 is the head of the house and
is a fine lady, and in telling you of those that I have worked for and I
am doing work for I mean to tell that it is by the day that I work for
some of them; as you will see as you read this that I have had very few
places where I lived out by the month, and staying a good while in a
place.

I did work for Mrs. Johnson, but as her business is not so good at times
she has me whenever she can feel as if she can spare the money. So this
little life of mine has been almost locked up in a nutshell, and Jesus
has come to me in the spirit's power that I should tell the world of His
wonderful love to me a poor sinner of the dust. And what can not the
Lord do for those who put their trust in Him? We feel like saying to the
blessed One, how amiable are all of Thy works, oh Lord, and our eyes are
seeing Thy salvation in many parts of the earth.

I can remember the first time that it was my pleasure to hear dear Dr.
J. D. Fulton. It was on Thanksgiving Day when he first came to this city
to preach at the Hanson Place Church, as their pastor. The Rev. David
Moore had him to preach the Thanksgiving sermon at the Washington Avenue
Baptist Church, and we were all delighted at hearing him on that day. I
loved him on hearing that sermon, for I felt the spirit power on that
day, through his preaching. I shall always think of the Doctor and his
loving family, for we, as the negro race, have not such a friend on
earth as Dr. Fulton. I am not afraid to say it to his dear honor as he
is not dead, and I wish every negro knew him as I do for then they would