my own heart, 'Give me Christ or else I die'; but as the last line of
the last verse fell upon my ear--_'Christ is mine. I shall not die_,"
--I think that then I did truly feel determined to come boldly forth
and claim the precious promises of God _as my own_.

"We sought the water's side, when Josephine asked me in a trembling
voice if I would be baptized. I thought she expected an answer in the
negative--at least I knew that she might reasonably expect it, for I
had told her plainly in the morning that I could not. My heart was too
full to speak: I only bowed my head in token of assent. I shall never
forget the look of joy that beamed in her countenance, nor the
emotions that filled my own bosom. I saw Eliza enter the water. Oh,
glorious sight! I never saw, never imagined so beautiful a scene.
Every fear vanished, every cloud withdrew from my soul, and I
_longed_ to enter the waving flood. O my Saviour! I did not enter
it alone. Surely it was nothing short of the almighty arm of God that
supported me then. I never in all my life had so little fear of man: I
had _no fear_ then. Truly it was a foretaste of heaven. Oh, happy,
thrice happy moment! it was worth a whole lifetime of sorrow. If I
could always feel as I did then my heart would never again be bowed
down with grief: but that very afternoon Satan began to whisper: 'You
will not live up to your profession; you have deceived yourself and
others; you are still a wicked creature; you are not a Christian'; and
yet by the grace of God I was able, in some degree at least, to resist
him.

"When I partook of the Lord's supper I felt a repetition of the
happiness I had while obeying the command of my Saviour and following
him into a watery grave. How vividly the last supper which Christ
partook of with his disciples presented itself to my mind! and then I