better. Sarah don't know what she mean---never hear 'bout Holy Spirit.

15. "She say must go Meetin next Sunday, she will tell minister 'bout me---he tell me what to do. So Sarah go hear how must be born 'gain; minister say, you must go fall down 'fore God; tell him you grieved 'cause you sin---tell him you want better heart---tell him for Christ Jesus' sake give Holy Spirit, make your heart new. Then Sarah go home light, 'cause she know the way. When get home, husband beat me 'cause I go Meetin--don't stay home work. I say, Sarah can't work any more on Sunday, 'cause sin 'gainst God. I rather work night when moon shine. So he drive me hoe corn that night he so angry. I want to pray great deal, so go out hoe corn, pray all the time.

16. "When come in house, husband sleep. Then I kneel down and tell Jesus take my bad heart---can't bear bad heart; pray give me Holy Spirit, make my heart soft, make it all new. So great many days Sarah go beg for a new heart. Go Meetin all Sundays; if husband beat me, never mind it; go hear good nabor read Bible every day. So after great while, God make all my mind peace. I love Jesus; love pray to him; love tell him all my sorrows; He take away my sorrow, make all my soul joy; only sorry 'cause can't read Bible---learn how to be like Jesus; want to be like his dear people Bible tell of.

17. "So I make great many brooms; go get Bible for 'em. When come home, husband call me fool for it; say he burn it up. Then I go hide it; when he gone, get it, kiss it many times 'cause it Jesus' good word. Then I go ask nabor if she learn me read; she say yes. Then I go many days learn letters, pray God all the while help me learn read his holy word. So, Misse, I learn read Baptist hymn; learn to spell out many good words in Bible.

18. "So every day take Bible, tell my children that be God's word, tell 'em how Jesus die on cross for sinner: then make 'em all kneel down, I pray God give

then new heart; pray for husband too, he so wicked. O how I sorry for him, fear his soul go in burning flame."

19. "Sarah," said I, "how long did your husband live?" "O he live great many year." "Did he repent and become a good man?" "No, Misse, I 'fraid not; he sin more and more. When he get sick I in great trouble for him; talk every day to him, but he no hear Sarah. I say, how can you bear go in burning fire, where worm never die, where fire never go out. At last he get angry, bid me hold my tongue. So I don't say any more, only mourn over him every day 'fore God.

20. "When he die, my heart say, Father, thy will be done---Jesus do all things well. Sarah can't help him now, he be in God's hands; all is well. So then give my heart all away to Jesus, tell him I be all his; serve him all my life; beg Holy Spirit come fill all any heart, make it all clean and white like Jesus. Pray God help me learn more of his sweet word.

21. "And now, Sarah live poor Indian widow great many long year: always find Jesus friend, husband, brother, all. He make me willing suffer: willing live great while in this bad world, if he see best. 'Bove all, he give me great good hope of glory when I die. So now I wait patient till my change come."

22. While she was giving this narration, her countenance bore strong testimony to the diversified emotions of her soul. I might greatly swell the list of particulars; but I design only to give the outlines of an example, which would have done honor to the highest sphere in life; and which, in my opinion, is not the less excellent, or the less worthy of imitation, because shrouded in the veil of poverty and sorrow. It was evident she meditated much on what little she knew of divine things; and what she knew of God's word was to her like honey and the honey comb.

23. She was in the habit of bringing bags of sand into the village, and selling it for food. Sometimes

she brought grapes and other kinds of fruit. But as she walked by the way, she took little notice of any thing that passed, (except children, whom she seldom passed without an affectionate word of exhortation to be good, say their prayers, learn to read God's word, &c. accompanied with a bunch of grapes or an apple. Thus she engaged the affection of many a little heart,) but seemed absorbed in meditation; and you might often have observed her hands uplifted, in the attitude of prayer. One day, after having observed her as she came, I asked her how she could bring such heavy loads, old as she was, and feeble.

24. "O," said she, "when I get great load, then I go pray God give me strength to carry it. So I go on, thinking all the way how good God is give his only Son die for poor sinner; think how good Jesus be, suffer so much for such poor creature; how good Holy Spirit was, come into my bad heart, make it all new so these sweet thoughts make my mind so full joy, I never think how heavy sand be on my old back." Here, said I to my heart, learn how to make the heavy load of iron

cares easy.

25. One day she passed with a bag of sand. On her return she called on me: I inquired how much Mrs. gave her for the sand. She was unwilling to tell, and I feared she was unwilling lest I should withhold my accustomed mite, on account of what she had already received; I therefore insisted she should let me see. She at length consented, and I drew from the bag a bone, not containing meat enough for half a meal. "Is this all? Did that rich woman turn you off so? How cruel, how hard-hearted," I exclaimed! "Misse," she replied, "this made me 'fraid let you see it; I'fraid you would be angry: I hope she have bigger heart next time, only she forgot now, that Jesus promise to pay her all she give Sarah. Don't be angry, I pray God to give her a great deal bigger heart."

26. The conviction, that she possessed in an eminent degree the Spirit of Him, who said, "Bless them that

curse you," and prayed for his murderers, rushed upon my mind with energy, and I could compare myself in some measure to those who said "shall we command fire to come down from Heaven," &c. I think I never felt deeper self-abhorrence and abasement; I left her for a moment, and from the few comforts I possessed, gave her a considerable portion. She received them with the most visible marks of gratitude-arose to depart, went to the door, and then turned, looking me in the face with evident concern.

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27. "Sarah," said I, "what would you have?" (supposing she wanted something I had not thought of, and feared to ask.) "O my good Misse," said she," nothing, only 'fraid your big heart feel some proud, 'cause you give more for nothing than Misse for sand."This faithfulness, added to her piety and gratitude, completed the swell of feeling already rising in my soul, and bursting into tears, I said, "O Sarah! when you pray that Mrs. may have a bigger heart, don't forget to pray that I may have a humbler one." "I will, Misse, I will," she exclaimed with joy, and hastened on her way.

28. Another excellence in her character, was, that she loved the habitation of God's house and often appeared there, when from bad weather or other causes, many a seat of affluence was empty. She was always early, ever clean and whole in her apparel, though sometimes almost as much diversified with patches as the shepherd's coat. She was very old and quite feeble, yet she generally stood during public service, with eyes rivetted on the preacher.

29. I have sometimes overtook her on the steps, after service, and tapping her on her shoulder, would say, "Have you had a good day, Sarah ?" "All good, sweeter than honey," she would reply.

30. In the spring of 1818, it was observed by her friends that she did not appear at meeting as usual, and one of her particular female benefactors asked her the reason; when she, with streaming eyes, told her, that her clothes had become so old and ragged

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that she could not come with comfort or decency; but said she had been praying God to provide for her in this respect, a great while, and telling Jesus how much she wanted to go to his house of prayer, and expressed a strong desire to be resigned and submissive to his will.

31. This was soon communicated to a few friends, who promptly obeyed the call of Providence, and soon furnished this suffering member of Christ with a very decent suit of apparel. This present was almost overpowering to her grateful heart. She received them as from the hand of her heavenly Father and kind Redeemer, in answer to her special prayer.. But this did not in the least diminish her gratitude to her benefactors; but said she would go on, tell Jesus how good his dear people was to this poor old creature, and pray her good Father to give them great reward.

32. Two of the garments given her, she received with every mark of joy. On being asked why she set so high a value on these, she replied, "O, these just what I pray for so long, as to lay out my poor old body, clean and decent, like God's dear white people, when I die." These she requested a friend to keep for her, fearing to carry them home, lest they should be taken from her.. She was, however, persuaded to wear one of them to meeting, upon condition that if she injured that, another should be provided; the other was preserved by her friend, and made use of at her death.

33. Thus was this humble band of female friends. honored, by anointing, as it were, the body, before-hand,. to the burial. And I doubt not but that her prayer was heard, and will be answered in their abundant reward.. The last visit I had from her was in the summer off 1818. She had attended a funeral, and returning, called at my cottage. She complained of great weariness,. and pain in her limbs,. and showed me her feet, which were much swollen. I inquired the cause: O," said she, with a serene smile, "Death comes creeping on, I think in grave-yard to-day, Sarah must lie here soon."

34. "Well, are you willing to die? do you feel ready ?”