{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_66953/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_66953","id":"gutenberg_66953","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/66953","summary":null,"tags":["African American clergy -- Biography","African Methodist Episcopal Church -- Clergy -- Biography","Category: American Literature","Category: Biographies","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Clergy -- United States -- Biography","Lee, Jarena, 1783-1864","Women clergy -- United States -- Biography"],"text":"[Illustration: _From Life by A Hoffy._      _Printed by P S Duval._\n\n    MRS. JARENA LEE.\n\n    _Preacher of the A,M,E, Church.\n    Aged 60 years on the 11th day of the 2nd month 1844.\n    Philad^a 1844_]\n\n\n\n\n                          RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE\n                                   AND\n                                 JOURNAL\n                                   OF\n                            MRS. JARENA LEE,\n                                 GIVING\n              AN ACCOUNT OF HER CALL TO PREACH THE GOSPEL.\n\n Revised and corrected from the Original Manuscript, written by herself.\n\n                              PHILADELPHIA:\n                  Printed and Published for the Author.\n                                  1849.\n\n       Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1836,\n                             By JARENA LEE,\n   In the Office of the Clerk of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.\n\n\n\n\nRELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE AND JOURNAL OF MRS. JARENA LEE.\n\n    \u201cAnd it shall come to pass ... that I will pour out my Spirit\n    upon all flesh; and your sons, and your _daughters_ shall\n    prophecy.\u201d\u2014_Joel_ ii. 28.\n\n\nI was born February 11th, 1783, at Cape May, State of New Jersey. At the\nage of seven years I was parted from my parents, and went to live as a\nservant maid, with a Mr. Sharp, at the distance of about sixty miles from\nthe place of my birth.\n\nMy parents being wholly ignorant of the knowledge of God, had not\ntherefore instructed me in any degree in this great matter. Not long\nafter the commencement of my attendance on this lady, she had bid me do\nsomething respecting my work, which in a little while after she asked me\nif I had done, when I replied, Yes\u2014but this was not true.\n\nAt this awful point, in my early history, the Spirit of God moved in\npower through my Conscience, and told me I was a wretched sinner. On this\naccount so great was the impression, and so strong were the feelings of\nguilt, that I promised in my heart that I would not tell another lie.\n\nBut notwithstanding this promise my heart grew harder, after a while,\nyet the Spirit of the Lord never entirely forsook me, but continued\nmercifully striving with me, until his gracious power converted my soul.\n\nThe manner of this great accomplishment, was as follows: In the year\n1804, it so happened that I went with others to hear a missionary of the\nPresbyterian order preach. It was an afternoon meeting, but few were\nthere, the place was a school room; but the preacher was solemn, and in\nhis countenance the earnestness of his master\u2019s business appeared equally\nstrong, as though he were about to speak to a multitude.\n\nAt the reading of the Psalms, a ray of renewed conviction darted into my\nsoul. These were the words, composing the first verse of the Psalms for\nthe service:\n\n    \u201cLord, I am vile, conceived in sin,\n    Born unholy and unclean.\n    Sprung from man, whose guilty fall\n    Corrupts the race, and taints us all.\u201d\n\nThis description of my condition struck me to the heart, and made me to\nfeel in some measure, the weight of my sins, and sinful nature. But not\nknowing how to run immediately to the Lord for help, I was driven of\nSatan, in the course of a few days, and tempted to destroy myself.\n\nThere was a brook about a quarter of a mile from the house, in which\nthere was a deep hole, where the water whirled about among the rocks; to\nthis place it was suggested, I must go and drown myself.\n\nAt the time I had a book in my hand; it was on a Sabbath morning, about\nten o\u2019clock; to this place I resorted, where on coming to the water I\nsat down on the bank, and on my looking into it, it was suggested that\ndrowning would be an easy death. It seemed as if some one was speaking\nto me, saying put your head under, it will not distress you. But by some\nmeans, of which I can give no account, my thoughts were taken entirely\nfrom this purpose, when I went from the place to the house again. It was\nthe unseen arm of God which saved me from self-murder.\n\nBut notwithstanding this escape from death, my mind was not at rest\u2014but\nso great was the labor of my spirit and the fearful oppressions of a\njudgment to come, that I was reduced as one extremely ill, on which\naccount a physician was called to attend me, from which illness I\nrecovered in about three months.\n\nBut as yet I had not found Him of whom Moses and the prophets did write,\nbeing extremely ignorant: there being no one to instruct me in the way\nof life and salvation as yet. After my recovery, I left the lady, who,\nduring my sickness, was exceedingly kind, and went to Philadelphia. From\nthis place I soon went a few miles into the country, where I resided in\nthe family of a Roman Catholic. But my anxiety still continued respecting\nmy poor soul, on which account I used to watch my opportunity to read in\nthe Bible; and this lady observing this, took the Bible from me and hid\nit, giving me a novel in its stead\u2014which when I perceived, I refused to\nread.\n\nSoon after this I again went to the city of Philadelphia, and commenced\ngoing to the English Church, the pastor of which was an Englishman, by\nthe name of Pilmore, one of the number who at first preached Methodism in\nAmerica, in the city of New York.\n\nBut while sitting under the ministration of this man, which was about\nthree months, and at the last time, it appeared that there was a wall\nbetween me and a communion with that people, which was higher than I\ncould possibly see over, and seemed to make this impression upon my mind,\n_this is not the people for you_.\n\nBut on returning home at noon I inquired of the head cook of the house\nrespecting the rules of the Methodists, as I knew she belonged to that\nsociety, who told me what they were; on which account I replied,\nthat I should not be able to abide by such strict rules not even one\nyear\u2014however, I told her that I would go with her and hear what they had\nto say.\n\nThe man who was to speak in the afternoon of that day, was the Rev.\nRichard Allen, since bishop of the African Episcopal Methodists in\nAmerica. During the labors of this man that afternoon, I had come to the\nconclusion, that this is the people to which my heart unites, and it so\nhappened, that as soon as the service closed he invited such as felt a\ndesire to flee the wrath to come, to unite on trial with them\u2014I embraced\nthe opportunity. Three weeks from that day, my soul was gloriously\nconverted to God, under preaching, at the very outset of the sermon. The\ntext was barely pronounced, which was \u201cI perceive thy heart is not right\nin the sight of God,\u201d when there appeared to _my_ view, in the centre\nof the heart, _one_ sin; and this was _malice_ against one particular\nindividual, who had strove deeply to injure me, which I resented. At\nthis discovery I said, _Lord_ I forgive _every_ creature. That instant,\nit appeared to me as if a garment, which had entirely enveloped my whole\nperson, even to my fingers\u2019 ends, split at the crown of my head, and was\nstripped away from me, passing like a shadow from my sight\u2014when the glory\nof God seemed to cover me in its stead.\n\nThat moment, though hundreds were present, I did leap to my feet and\ndeclare that God, for Christ\u2019s sake, had pardoned the sins of my soul.\nGreat was the ecstacy of my mind, for I felt that not only the sin of\n_malice_ was pardoned, but all other sins were swept away together. That\nday was the first when my heart had believed, and my tongue had made\nconfession unto salvation\u2014the first words uttered, a part of that song,\nwhich shall fill eternity with its sound, was _glory to God_. For a few\nmoments I had power to exhort sinners, and to tell of the wonders and of\nthe goodness of Him who had clothed me with _His_ salvation. During this\nthe minister was silent, until my soul felt its duty had been performed,\nwhen he declared another witness of the power of Christ to forgive sins\non earth, was manifest in my conversion.\n\nFrom the day on which I first went to the Methodist Church, until the\nhour of my deliverance, I was strangely buffeted by that enemy of all\nrighteousness\u2014the devil.\n\nI was naturally of a lively turn of disposition; and during the space of\ntime from my first awakening until I knew my peace was made with God,\nI rejoiced in the vanities of this life, and then again sunk back into\nsorrow.\n\nFor four years I had continued in this way, frequently laboring under\nthe awful apprehension, that I could never be happy in this life. This\npersuasion was greatly strengthened during the three weeks, which was the\nlast of Satan\u2019s power over me, in this peculiar manner, on which account\nI had come to the conclusion that I had better be dead than alive. Here I\nwas again tempted to destroy my life by drowning; but suddenly this mode\nwas changed\u2014and while in the dusk of the evening, as I was walking to\nand fro in the yard of the house, I was beset to hang myself with a cord\nsuspended from the wall enclosing the secluded spot.\n\nBut no sooner was the intention resolved on in my mind, than an awful\ndread came over me, when I ran into the house; still the tempter pursued\nme. There was standing a vessel of water\u2014into this I was strangely\nimpressed to plunge my head, so as to extinguish the life which God had\ngiven me. Had I done this, I have been always of the opinion, that I\nshould have been unable to have released myself; although the vessel was\nscarcely large enough to hold a gallon of water. Of me may it not be\nsaid, as written by Isaiah, (chap. 65, verses 1, 2.) \u201cI am sought of them\nthat asked not for me; I am found of them that sought me not.\u201d Glory be\nto God for his redeeming power, which saved me from the violence of my\nown hands, from the malice of Satan, and from eternal death; for had I\nhave killed myself, a great ransom could not have delivered me; for it is\nwritten\u2014\u201cNo murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.\u201d How appropriately\ncan I sing\u2014\n\n    \u201cJesus sought me when a stranger,\n      Wandering from the fold of God;\n    He to rescue me from danger,\n      Interposed his precious blood.\u201d\n\nBut notwithstanding the terror which seized upon me, when about to end\nmy life, I had no view of the precipice on the edge of which I was\ntottering, until it was over, and my eyes were opened. Then the awful\ngulf of hell seemed to be open beneath me, covered only, as it were, by\na spider\u2019s web, on which I stood. I seemed to hear the howling of the\ndamned, to see the smoke of the bottomless pit, and to hear the rattling\nof those chains, which hold the impenitent under clouds of darkness to\nthe judgment of the great day.\n\nI trembled like Belshazzar, and cried out in the horror of my spirit,\n\u201cGod be merciful to me a sinner.\u201d That night I formed a resolution to\npray; which, when resolved upon, there appeared, sitting in one corner\nof the room, Satan, in the form of a monstrous dog, and in a rage, as if\nin pursuit, his tongue protruding from his mouth to a great length, and\nhis eyes looked like two balls of fire; it soon, however, vanished out of\nmy sight. From this state of terror and dismay, I was happily delivered\nunder the preaching of the Gospel as before related.\n\nThis view which I was permitted to have of Satan, in the form of a dog,\nis evidence, which corroborates in my estimation, the Bible account\nof a hell of fire, which burneth with brimstone, called in Scripture\nthe bottomless pit; the place where all liars, who repent not, shall\nhave their portion; as also the Sabbath breaker, the adulterer, the\nfornicator, with the fearful, the abominable, and the unbelieving, this\nshall be the portion of their cup.\n\nThis language is too strong and expressive to be applied to any state\nof suffering in _time_. Were it to be thus applied, the reality could\nno where be found in human life; the consequence would be, that _this_\nscripture would be found a false testimony. But when made to apply to an\nendless state of perdition, in eternity, beyond the bounds of human life,\nthen this language is found not to exceed our views of a state of eternal\ndamnation.\n\nDuring the latter part of my state of conviction, I can now apply to my\ncase, as it then was, the beautiful words of the poet:\n\n    \u201cThe more I strove against its power,\n    I felt its weight and guilt the more;\n    \u2019Till late I heard my Saviour say,\n    Come hither soul, I am the way.\u201d\n\nThis I found to be true, to the joy of my disconsolate and despairing\nheart, in the hour of my conversion to God.\n\nDuring this state of mind, while sitting near the fire one evening,\nafter I had heard Rev. Richard Allen, as before related, a view of my\ndistressed condition so affected my heart, that I could not refrain\nfrom weeping and crying aloud; which caused the lady with whom I then\nlived, to inquire, with surprise, what ailed me; to which I answered,\nthat I knew not what ailed me. She replied that I ought to pray. I arose\nfrom where I was sitting, being in an agony, and weeping convulsively,\nrequested her to pray for me; but at the very moment when she would\nhave done so, some person wrapped heavily at the door for admittance;\nit was but a person of the house, but this occurrence was sufficient to\ninterrupt us in our intentions; and I believe to this day, I should then\nhave found salvation to my soul. This interruption was, doubtless, also\nthe work of Satan.\n\nAlthough at this time, when my conviction was so great, yet I knew\nnot that Jesus Christ was the Son of God, the second person in the\nadorable Trinity. I knew him not in the pardon of my sins, yet I felt a\nconsciousness that if I died without pardon, that my lot must inevitably\nbe damnation. If I would pray\u2014I knew not how. I could form no connexion\nof ideas into words; but I knew the Lord\u2019s prayer; this I uttered with a\nloud voice, and with all my might and strength. I was the most ignorant\ncreature in the world; I did not even know that Christ had died for the\nsins of the world, and to save sinners. Every circumstance, however, was\nso directed as still to continue and increase the sorrows of my heart,\nwhich I now know to have been a Godly sorrow which wrought repentance,\nwhich is not to be repented of. Even the falling of the dead leaves from\nthe forests, and the dried spires of the mown grass, showed me that\nI too must die in like manner. But my case was awfully different from\nthat of the grass of the field, or the wide spread decay of a thousand\nforests, as I felt within me a living principle, an immortal spirit,\nwhich cannot die, and must forever either enjoy the smiles of its\nCreator, or feel the pangs of ceaseless damnation.\n\nBut the Lord led me on; being gracious, he took pity on my ignorance; he\nheard my wailings, which had entered into the ear of the Lord of Sabaoth.\nCircumstances so transpired that I soon came to a knowledge of the being\nand character of the Son of God, of whom I knew nothing.\n\nMy strength had left me. I had become feverish and sickly through the\nviolence of my feelings, on which account I left my place of service to\nspend a week with a colored physician, who was a member of the Methodist\nsociety, and also to spend this week in going to places where prayer and\nsupplication was statedly made for such as me.\n\nThrough this means I had learned much, so as to be able in some degree to\ncomprehend the spiritual meaning of the text, which the minister took on\nthe Sabbath morning, as before related, which was \u201cI perceive thy heart\nis not right in the sight of God.\u201d\u2014Acts, chap. 8, verse 21.\n\nThis text, as already related, became the power of God unto salvation\nto me, because I believed. I was baptized according to the direction\nof our Lord, who said, as he was about to ascend from the mount, to\nhis disciples, \u201cGo ye into all the world and preach my gospel to every\ncreature, he that believeth and is baptized shall be saved.\u201d\n\nI have now passed through the account of my conviction, and also\nof my conversion to God: and shall next speak of the blessings of\nsanctification.\n\nA time, after I had received forgiveness, flowed sweetly on; day and\nnight my joy was full, no temptation was permitted to molest me. I could\nsay continually with the psalmist, that \u201cGod had separated my sins from\nme as far as the east is from the west.\u201d I was ready continually to cry,\n\n    \u201cCome all the world, come sinner thou,\n    All things in Christ are ready now.\u201d\n\nI continued in this happy state of mind for almost three months, when a\ncertain colored man, by name William Scott, came to pay me a religious\nvisit. He had been for many years a faithful follower of the Lamb; and\nhe had also taken much time in visiting the sick and distressed of our\ncolor, and understood well the great things belonging to a man of full\nstature in Christ Jesus.\n\nIn the course of our conversation, he inquired if the Lord had justified\nmy soul. I answered yes. He then asked me if he had sanctified me. I\nanswered no; and that I did not know what that was. He then undertook to\ninstruct me further in the knowledge of the Lord respecting this blessing.\n\nHe told me the progress of the soul from a state of darkness, or of\nnature, was three-fold; or consisted in three degrees, as follows:\nFirst, conviction for sin. Second, justification from sin. Third, the\nentire sanctification of the soul to God. I thought this description\nwas beautiful, and immediately believed in it. He then inquired if I\nwould promise to pray for this in my secret devotions. I told him yes.\nVery soon I began to call upon the Lord to show me all that was in my\nheart, which was not according to his will. Now there appeared to be a\nnew struggle commencing in my soul, not accompanied with fear, guilt,\nand bitter distress, as while under my first conviction for sin, but a\nlaboring of the mind to know more of the right way of the Lord. I began\nnow to feel that my heart was not clean in his sight; that there yet\nremained the roots of bitterness, which if not destroyed, would ere long\nsprout up from these roots, and overwhelm me in a new growth of the\nbrambles and brushwood of sin.\n\nBy the increasing light of the Spirit, I had found there yet remained the\nroot of pride, anger, self-will, with many evils, the result of fallen\nnature. I now became alarmed at this discovery, and began to fear that\nI had been deceived in my experience. I was now greatly alarmed, lest I\nshould fall away from what I knew I had enjoyed; and to guard against\nthis I prayed almost incessantly, without acting faith on the power and\npromises of God to keep me from falling. I had not yet learned how to war\nagainst temptation of this kind. Satan well knew that if he could succeed\nin making me disbelieve my conversion, that he would catch me either on\nthe ground of complete despair, or on the ground of infidelity. For if\nall had passed through was to go for nothing, and was but a fiction,\nthe mere ravings of a disordered mind, that I would naturally be led to\nbelieve that there is nothing in religion at all.\n\nFrom this snare I was mercifully preserved, and led to believe that\nthere was yet a greater work than that of pardon to be wrought in me.\nI retired to a secret place, (after having sought this blessing, as\nwell as I could, for nearly three months, from the time brother Scott\nhad instructed me respecting it,) for prayer, about four o\u2019clock in the\nafternoon. I had struggled long and hard, but found not the desire of my\nheart. When I rose from my knees, there seemed a voice speaking to me,\nas I yet stood in a leaning posture\u2014\u201cAsk for sanctification.\u201d When to my\nsurprise, I recollected that I had not even thought of it in my whole\nprayer. It would seem Satan had hidden the very object from my mind, for\nwhich I had purposely kneeled to pray. But when this voice whispered in\nmy heart, saying, \u201cPray for sanctification,\u201d I again bowed in the same\nplace, at the same time, and said \u201cLord _sanctify_ my soul for Christ\u2019s\nsake.\u201d That very instant, as if lightning had darted through me, I sprang\nto my feet, and cried, \u201cThe Lord has sanctified my soul!\u201d There was none\nto hear this but the angels who stood around to witness my joy\u2014and Satan,\nwhose malice raged the more. That Satan was there, I knew; for no sooner\nhad I cried out \u201cThe Lord has sanctified my soul,\u201d than there seemed\nanother voice behind me, saying \u201cNo, it is too great a work to be done.\u201d\nBut another spirit said \u201cBow down for the witness\u2014I received it\u2014_thou art\nsanctified_!\u201d The first I knew of myself after that, I was standing in\nthe yard with my hands spread out, and looking with my face toward heaven.\n\nI now ran into the house and told them what had happened to me, when, as\nit were, a new rush of the same ecstacy came upon me, and caused me to\nfeel as if I were in an ocean of light and bliss.\n\nDuring this, I stood perfectly still, the tears rolling in a flood from\nmy eyes. So great was the joy, that it is past description. There is no\nlanguage that can describe it, except that which was heard by St. Paul,\nwhen he was caught up to third heaven, and heard words which it was not\nlawful to utter.\n\n\n\n\nMY CALL TO PREACH THE GOSPEL.\n\n\nBetween four and five years after my sanctification, on a certain time,\nan impressive silence fell upon me, and I stood as if some one was about\nto speak to me, yet I had no such thought in my heart.\u2014But to my utter\nsurprise there seemed to sound a voice which I thought I distinctly\nheard, and most certainly understand, which said to me, \u201cGo preach the\nGospel!\u201d I immediately replied aloud, \u201cNo one will believe me.\u201d Again I\nlistened, and again the same voice seemed to say\u2014\u201cPreach the Gospel; I\nwill put words in your mouth, and will turn your enemies to become your\nfriends.\u201d\n\nAt first I supposed that Satan had spoken to me, for I had read that\nhe could transform himself into an angel of light for the purpose of\ndeception. Immediately I went into a secret place, and called upon the\nLord to know if he had called me to preach, and whether I was deceived or\nnot; when there appeared to my view the form and figure of a pulpit, with\na Bible lying thereon, the back of which was presented to me as plainly\nas if it had been a literal fact.\n\nIn consequence of this, my mind became so exercised, that during the\nnight following, I took a text and preached in my sleep. I thought\nthere stood before me a great multitude, while I expounded to them the\nthings of religion. So violent were my exertions and so loud were my\nexclamations, that I awoke from the sound of my own voice, which also\nawoke the family of the house where I resided. Two days after I went\nto see the preacher in charge of the African Society, who was the Rev.\nRichard Allen, the same before named in these pages, to tell him that I\nfelt it my duty to preach the gospel. But as I drew near the street in\nwhich his house was, which was in the city of Philadelphia, my courage\nbegan to fail me; so terrible did the cross appear, it seemed that I\nshould not be able to bear it. Previous to my setting out to go to see\nhim, so agitated was my mind, that my appetite for my daily food failed\nme entirely. Several times on my way there, I turned back again; but\nas often I felt my strength again renewed, and I soon found that the\nnearer I approached to the house of the minister, the less was my fear.\nAccordingly, as soon as I came to the door, my fears subsided, the cross\nwas removed, all things appeared pleasant\u2014I was tranquil.\n\nI now told him, that the Lord had revealed it to me, that I must preach\nthe gospel. He replied, by asking, in what sphere I wished to move in?\nI said, among the Methodists. He then replied, that a Mrs. Cook, a\nMethodist lady, had also some time before requested the same privilege;\nwho, it was believed, had done much good in the way of exhortation, and\nholding prayer meetings; and who had been permitted to do so by the\nverbal license of the preacher in charge at the time. But as to women\npreaching, he said that our Discipline knew nothing at all about it\u2014that\nit did not call for women preachers. This I was glad to hear, because it\nremoved the fear of the cross\u2014but no sooner did this feeling cross my\nmind, than I found that a love of souls had in a measure departed from\nme; that holy energy which burn ed within me, as a fire, began to be\nsmothered. This I soon perceived.\n\nO how careful ought we to be, lest through our by-laws of church\ngovernment and discipline, we bring into disrepute even the word of life.\nFor as unseemly as it may appear now-a-days for a woman to preach, it\nshould be remembered that nothing is impossible with God. And why should\nit be thought impossible, heterodox, or improper for a woman to preach?\nseeing the Saviour died for the woman as well as for the man.\n\nIf the man may preach, because the Saviour died for him, why not the\nwoman? seeing he died for her also. Is he not a whole Saviour, instead of\na half one? as those who hold it wrong for a woman to preach, would seem\nto make it appear.\n\nDid not Mary _first_ preach the risen Saviour, and is not the doctrine of\nthe resurrection the very climax of Christianity\u2014hangs not all our hope\non this, as argued by St. Paul? Then did not Mary, a woman, preach the\ngospel? for she preached the resurrection of the crucified Son of God.\n\nBut some will say that Mary did not expound the Scripture, therefore, she\ndid not preach, in the proper sense of the term. To this I reply, it may\nbe that the term _preach_ in those primitive times, did not mean exactly\nwhat it is now _made_ to mean; perhaps it was a great deal more simple\nthen, than it is now\u2014if it were not, the unlearned fishermen could not\nhave preached the gospel at all, as they had no learning.\n\nTo this it may be replied, by those who are determined not to believe\nthat it is right for a woman to preach, that the disciples, though they\nwere fishermen and ignorant of letters too, were inspired so to do. To\nwhich I would reply, that though they were inspired, yet that inspiration\ndid not save them from showing their ignorance of letters, and of man\u2019s\nwisdom; this the multitude soon found out, by listening to the remarks of\nthe envious Jewish priests. If then, to preach the gospel, by the gift of\nheaven, comes by inspiration solely, is God straitened: must he take the\nman exclusively? May he not, did he not, and can he not inspire a female\nto preach the simple story of the birth, life, death, and resurrection\nof our Lord, and accompany it too with power to the sinner\u2019s heart. As\nfor me, I am fully persuaded that the Lord called me to labor according\nto what I have received, in his vineyard. If he has not, how could he\nconsistently bear testimony in favor of my poor labors, in awakening and\nconverting sinners?\n\nIn my wanderings up and down among men, preaching according to my\nability, I have frequently found families who told me that they had not\nfor several years been to a meeting, and yet, while listening to hear\nwhat God would say by his poor female instrument, have believed with\ntrembling\u2014tears rolling down their cheeks, the signs of contrition and\nrepentance towards God. I firmly believe that I have sown seed, in the\nname of the Lord, which shall appear with its increase at the great day\nof accounts, when Christ shall come to make up his jewels.\n\nAt a certain time, I was beset with the idea, that soon or late I should\nfall from grace and lose my soul at last. I was frequently called to the\nthrone of grace about this matter, but found no relief; the temptation\npursued me still. Being more and more afflicted with it, till at a\ncertain time, when the spirit strongly impressed it on my mind to enter\ninto my closet and carry my case once more to the Lord; the Lord enabled\nme to draw nigh to him, and to his mercy seat, at this time, in an\nextraordinary manner; for while I wrestled with him for the victory over\nthis disposition to doubt whether I should persevere, there appeared\na form of fire, about the size of a man\u2019s hand, as I was on my knees;\nat the same moment there appeared to the eye of faith a man robed in a\nwhite garment, from the shoulders down to the feet; from him a voice\nproceeded, saying: \u201cThou shalt never return from the cross.\u201d Since that\ntime I have never doubted, but believe that God will keep me until the\nday of redemption. Now I could adopt the very language of St. Paul, and\nsay, that nothing could have separated me from the love of God, which is\nin Christ Jesus. Since that time, 1807, until the present, 1833, I have\nnot even doubted the power and goodness of God to keep me from falling,\nthrough the sanctification of the spirit and belief of the truth.\n\n\n\n\nMY MARRIAGE.\n\n\nIn the year 1811, I changed my situation in life, having married Mr.\nJoseph Lee, pastor of a Society at Snow Hill, about six miles from the\ncity of Philadelphia. It became necessary therefore for me to remove.\nThis was a great trial at first, as I knew no person at Snow Hill, except\nmy husband, and to leave my associates in the society, and especially\nthose who composed the _band_ of which I was one. None but those who have\nbeen in sweet fellowship with such as really love God, and have together\ndrank bliss and happiness from the same fountain, can tell how dear such\ncompany is, and how hard it is to part from them.\n\nAt Snow Hill, as was feared, I never found that agreement and closeness\nin communion and fellowship, that I had in Philadelphia, among my young\ncompanions, nor ought I to have expected it. The manners and customs\nat this place were somewhat different, on which account I became\ndiscontented in the course of a year, and began to importune my husband\nto remove to the city. But this plan did not suit him, as he was the\nPastor of the Society, he could not bring his mind to leave them. This\nafflicted me a little. But the Lord showed me in a dream what his will\nwas concerning this matter.\n\nI dreamed that as I was walking on the summit of a beautiful hill,\nthat I saw near me a flock of sheep, fair and white, as if but newly\nwashed; when there came walking toward me a man of a grave and dignified\ncountenance, dressed entirely in white, as it were in a robe, and looking\nat me, said emphatically, \u201cJoseph Lee must take care of these sheep, or\nthe wolf will come and devour them.\u201d When I awoke I was convinced of my\nerror, and immediately, with a glad heart, yielded to the right spirit\nin the Lord. This also greatly strengthened my faith in his care over\nthem, for fear the wolf should by some means take any of them away. The\nfollowing verse was beautifully suited to our condition, as well as to\nall the little flocks of God scattered up and down this land:\n\n    \u201cUs into Thy protection take,\n      And gather with Thine arm;\n    Unless the fold we first forsake,\n      The wolf can never harm.\u201d\n\nAfter this, I fell into a state of general debility, and in an ill state\nof health, so much so, that I could not sit up; but a desire to warn\nsinners to flee the wrath to come, burned vehemently in my heart, when\nthe Lord would send sinners into the house to see me. Such opportunities\nI embraced to press home on their consciences the things of eternity, and\nso effectual was the word of exhortation made through the Spirit, that I\nhave seen them fall to the floor crying aloud for mercy.\n\nFrom this sickness I did not expect to recover, and there was but one\nthing which bound me to earth, and this was, that I had not as yet\npreached the gospel to the fallen sons and daughters of Adam\u2019s race,\nto the satisfaction of my mind. I wished to go from one end of the\nearth to the other, crying, Behold, behold the lamb! To this end I\nearnestly prayed the Lord to raise me up, if consistent with his will.\nHe condescended to hear my prayer, and to give me a token in a dream,\nthat in due time I should recover my health. The dream was as follows: I\nthought I saw the sun rise in the morning, and ascend to an altitude of\nabout half an hour high, and then become obscured by a dense black cloud,\nwhich continued to hide its rays for about one-third part of the day, and\nthen it burst forth again with renewed splendor.\n\nThis dream I interpreted to signify my early life, my conversion to God,\nand this sickness, which was a great affliction, as it hindered me, and I\nfeared would forever hinder me from preaching the gospel, was signified\nby the cloud; and the bursting forth of the sun, again, was the recovery\nof my health, and being permitted to preach.\n\nI went to the throne of grace on this subject, where the Lord made this\nimpressive reply in my heart, while on my knees: \u201cYe shall be restored to\nthy health again, and worship God in full purpose of heart.\u201d\n\nThis manifestation was so impressive, that I could but hide my face as\nif some one was gazing upon me, to think of the great goodness of the\nAlmighty God to my poor soul and body. From that very time I began to\ngain strength of body and mind, glory to God in the highest, until my\nhealth was fully recovered.\n\nFor six years from this time I continued to receive from above, such\nbaptisms of the Spirit as mortality could scarcely bear. About that time\nI was called to suffer in my family, by death\u2014five, in the course of\nabout six years, fell by his hand; my husband being one of the number,\nwhich was the greatest affliction of all.\n\nI was now left alone in the world, with two infant children, one of the\nage of about two years, the other six months, with no other dependence\nthan the promise of Him who hath said\u2014I will be the widow\u2019s God, and a\nfather to the fatherless. Accordingly, he raised me up friends, whose\nliberality comforted and solaced me in my state of widowhood and\nsorrows, I could sing with the greatest propriety the words of the poet.\n\n      \u201cHe helps the stranger in distress,\n    The widow and the fatherless,\n      And grants the prisoner sweet release.\u201d\n\nI can say even now, with the Psalmist, \u201cOnce I was young, but now I am\nold, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging\nbread.\u201d I have ever been fed by his bounty, clothed by his mercy,\ncomforted and healed when sick, succored when tempted, and every where\nupheld by his hand.\n\n\n\n\nTHE SUBJECT OF MY CALL TO PREACH RENEWED.\n\n\nIt was now eight years since I had made application to be permitted to\npreach the gospel, during which time I had only been allowed to exhort,\nand even this privilege but seldom. This subject now was renewed afresh\nin my mind; it was as a fire shut up in my bones. About thirteen months\npassed on, while under this renewed impression. During this time, I had\nsolicited of the Rev. Bishop, Richard Allen, who at this time had become\nBishop of the African Episcopal Methodists in America, to be permitted\nthe liberty of holding prayer meetings in my own hired house, and of\nexhorting as I found liberty, which was granted me. By this means, my\nmind was relieved, as the house soon filled when the hour appointed for\nprayer had arrived.\n\nI cannot but relate in this place, before I proceed further with the\nabove subject, the singular conversion of a very wicked young man. He was\na colored man, who had generally attended our meetings, but not for any\ngood purpose; but rather to disturb and to ridicule our denomination. He\nopenly and uniformly declared that he neither believed in religion, nor\nwanted any thing to do with it. He was of a Gallio disposition, and took\nthe lead among the young people of color. But after a while he fell sick,\nand lay about three months in a state of ill health; his disease was a\nconsumption. Toward the close of his days, his sister who was a member of\nthe society, came and desired me to go and see her brother, as she had no\nhopes of his recovery, perhaps the Lord might break into his mind. I went\nalone, and found him very low. I soon commenced to inquire respecting his\nstate of feeling, and how he found his mind. His answer was, \u201cO tolerable\nwell,\u201d with an air of great indifference. I asked him if I should pray\nfor him. He answered in a sluggish and careless manner, \u201cO yes, if you\nhave time.\u201d I then sung a hymn, kneeled down and prayed for him, and then\nwent my way.\n\nThree days after this, I went again to visit the young man. At this time\nthere went with me two of the sisters in Christ. We found the Rev. Mr.\nCornish, of our denomination, laboring with him. But he said he received\nbut little satisfaction from him. Pretty soon, however, brother Cornish\ntook his leave; when myself, with the other two sisters, one of which was\nan elderly woman named Jane Hutt, the other was younger, both colored,\ncommenced conversing with him, respecting his eternal interest, and of\nhis hopes of a happy eternity, if any he had. He said but little; we\nthen kneeled down together and besought the Lord in his behalf, praying\nthat if mercy were not clear gone for ever, to shed a ray of softening\ngrace upon the hardness of his heart. He appeared now to be somewhat more\ntender, and we thought we could perceive some tokens of conviction, as he\nwished us to visit him again, in a tone of voice not quite as indifferent\nas he had hitherto manifested.\n\nBut two days had elapsed after this visit, when his sister came to me in\nhaste, saying, that she believed her brother was then dying, and that\nhe had _sent_ for me. I immediately called on Jane Hutt, who was still\namong us as a mother in Israel, to go with me. When we arrived there,\nwe found him sitting up in bed, very restless and uneasy, but he soon\nlaid down again. He now wished me to come to him, by the side of his\nbed. I asked him how he was. He said, Very ill; and added, \u201cPray for me,\nquick?\u201d We now perceived his time in this world to be short. I took up\nthe hymn-book, and opened to a hymn suitable to his case, and commenced\nto sing, but there seemed to be a _horror_ in the room\u2014a darkness of a\nmental kind, which was felt by us all; there being five persons, except\nthe sick young man and his nurse. We had sung but one verse, when they\nall gave over singing, on account of this unearthly sensation, but\nmyself. I continued to sing on alone, but in a dull and heavy manner,\nthough looking up to God all the while for help. Suddenly I felt a spring\nof energy awake in my heart, when darkness gave way in some degree.\nIt was but a glimmer from above. When the hymn was finished, we all\nkneeled down to pray for him. While calling on the name of the Lord, to\nhave mercy on his soul, and to grant him repentance unto life, it came\nsuddenly into my mind never to rise from my knees until God should hear\nprayer in his behalf, until he should convert and save his soul.\n\nNow, while I thus continued importuning heaven, as I felt I was led, a\nray of light, more abundant, broke forth among us. There appeared to my\nview, though my eyes were closed, the Saviour in full stature, nailed\nto the cross, just over the head of the young man, against the ceiling\nof the room. I cried out, brother look up, the Saviour is come, he\nwill pardon you, your sins he will forgive. My sorrow for the soul of\nthe young man was gone; I could no longer pray\u2014joy and rapture made it\nimpossible. We rose up from our knees, when lo, his eyes were gazing\nwith ecstacy upwards; over his face there was an expression of joy; his\nlips were clothed in a sweet and holy smile; but no sound came from\nhis tongue; it was heard in its stillness of bliss; full of hope and\nimmortality. Thus, as I held him by the hand, his happy and purified soul\nsoared away, without a sigh or a groan, to its eternal rest.\n\nI now closed his eyes, straightened out his limbs, and left him to be\ndressed for the grave. But as for me, I was filled with the power of the\nHoly Ghost\u2014the very room seemed filled with glory. His sister and all\nthat were in the room rejoiced, nothing doubting but he had entered into\nParadise; and I believe I shall see him at the last and great day, safe\non the shores of salvation.\n\nBut to return to the subject of my call to preach. Soon after this, as\nabove related, the Rev. Richard Williams was to preach at Bethel Church,\nwhere I with others were assembled. He entered the pulpit, gave out the\nhymn, which was sung, and then addressed the throne of grace; took his\ntext, passed through the exordium, and commenced to expound it. The text\nhe took is in Jonah, 2d chap. 9th verse,\u2014\u201cSalvation is of the Lord.\u201d But\nas he proceeded to explain, he seemed to have lost the spirit; when in\nthe same instant, I sprang, as by altogether supernatural impulse, to my\nfeet, when I was aided from above to give an exhortation on the very text\nwhich my brother Williams had taken.\n\nI told them I was like Jonah; for it had been then nearly eight years\nsince the Lord had called me to preach his gospel to the fallen sons and\ndaughters of Adam\u2019s race, but that I had lingered like him, and delayed\nto go at the bidding of the Lord, and warn those who are as deeply guilty\nas were the people of Nineveh.\n\nDuring the exhortation, God made manifest his power in a manner\nsufficient to show the world that I was called to labor according to\nmy ability, and the grace given unto me, in the vineyard of the good\nhusbandman.\n\nI now sat down, scarcely knowing what I had done, being frightened. I\nimagined, that for this indecorum, as I feared it might be called, I\nshould be expelled from the church. But instead of this, the Bishop rose\nup in the assembly, and related that I had called upon him eight years\nbefore, asking to be permitted to preach, and that he had put me off; but\nthat he now as much believed that I was called to that work, as any of\nthe preachers present. These remarks greatly strengthened me, so that my\nfears of having given an offence, and made myself liable as an offender,\nsubsided, giving place to a sweet serenity, a holy joy of a peculiar\nkind, untasted in my bosom until then.\n\nThe next Sabbath day, while sitting under the word of the gospel, I felt\nmoved to attempt to speak to the people in a public manner, but I could\nnot bring my mind to attempt it in the church. I said, Lord, anywhere\nbut here. Accordingly, there was a house not far off which was pointed\nout to me; to this I went. It was the house of a sister belonging to the\nsame society with myself. Her name was Anderson. I told her I had come\nto hold a meeting in her house, if she would call in her neighbors. With\nthis request she immediately complied. My congregation consisted of but\nfive persons. I commenced by reading and singing a hymn; when I arose I\nfound my hand resting on the Bible, which I had not noticed till that\nmoment. It now occurred to me to take a text. I opened the Scripture,\nas it happened, at the 141st Psalm, fixing my eye on the third verse,\nwhich reads: \u201cSet a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, keep the door of my\nlips.\u201d My sermon, such as it was, applied wholly to myself, and added\nan exhortation. Two of my congregation wept much, as the fruit of my\nlabor this time. In closing, I said to the few, that if any one would\nopen a door, I would hold a meeting the next sixth-day evening: when one\nanswered that her house was at my service. Accordingly I went, and God\nmade manifest his power among the people. Some wept, while others shouted\nfor joy. One whole seat of females, by the power of God, as the rushing\nof a wind, were all bowed to the floor, at once, and screamed out. Also a\nsick man and woman in one house, the Lord convicted them both; one lived,\nand the other died. God wrought a judgment\u2014some were well at night, and\ndied in the morning. At this place I continued to hold meetings about\nsix months. During that time I kept house with my little son, who was\nvery sickly. About this time I had a call to preach at a place about\nthirty miles distant, among the Methodists, with whom I remained one\nweek, and during the whole time, not a thought of my little son came into\nmy mind; it was hid from me, lest I should have been diverted from the\nwork I had to do, to look after my son. Here by the instrumentality of a\npoor coloured woman, the Lord poured forth his spirit among the people.\nThough, as I was told, there were lawyers, doctors, and magistrates\npresent, to hear me speak, yet there was mourning and crying among\nsinners, for the Lord scattered fire among them of his own kindling.\nThe Lord gave his hand-maiden power to speak for his great name, for\nhe arrested the hearts of the people, and caused a shaking amongst the\nmultitude, for God was in the midst.\n\nI now returned home, found all well; no harm had come to my child,\nalthough I left it very sick. Friends had taken care of it which was of\nthe Lord. I now began to think seriously of breaking up housekeeping, and\nforsaking all to preach the everlasting Gospel. I felt a strong desire\nto return to the place of my nativity, at Cape May, after an absence of\nabout fourteen years. To this place, where the heaviest cross was to be\nmet with, the Lord sent me, as Saul of Tarsus was sent to Jerusalem, to\npreach the same gospel which he had neglected and despised before his\nconversion. I went by water, and on my passage was much distressed by\nsea sickness, so much so that I expected to have died, but such was not\nthe will of the Lord respecting me. After I had disembarked, I proceeded\non as opportunities offered, toward where my mother lived. When within\nten miles of that place, I appointed an evening meeting. There were a\ngoodly number came out to hear. The Lord was pleased to give me light\nand liberty among the people. After meeting, there came an elderly lady\nto me and said, she believed the Lord had sent me among them; she then\nappointed me another meeting there two weeks from that night. The next\nday I hastened forward to the place of my mother, who was happy to see\nme, and the happiness was mutual between us. With her I left my poor\nsickly boy, while I departed to do my Master\u2019s will. In this neighborhood\nI had an uncle, who was a Methodist, and who gladly threw open his door\nfor meetings to be held there. At the first meeting which I held at my\nuncle\u2019s house, there was, with others who had come from curiosity to hear\nthe woman preacher, an old man, who was a Deist, and who said he did not\nbelieve the coloured people had any souls\u2014he was sure they had none. He\ntook a seat very near where I was standing, and boldly tried to look me\nout of countenance. But as I labored on in the best manner I was able,\nlooking to God all the while, though it seemed to me I had but little\nliberty, yet there went an arrow from the bent bow of the gospel, and\nfastened in his till then obdurate heart. After I had done speaking, he\nwent out, and called the people around him, said that my preaching might\nseem a small thing, yet he believed I had the worth of souls at heart.\nThis language was different from what it was a little time before, as he\nnow seemed to admit that coloured people had souls, as it was to these\nI was chiefly speaking; and unless they had souls, whose good I had in\nview, his remark must have been without meaning. He now came into the\nhouse, and in the most friendly manner shook hands with me, saying, he\nhoped God had spared him to some good purpose. This man was a great slave\nholder, and had been very cruel; thinking nothing of knocking down a\nslave with a fence stake, or whatever might come to hand. From this time\nit was said of him that he became greatly altered in his ways for the\nbetter. At that time he was about seventy years old, his head as white as\nsnow; but whether he became a converted man or not, I never heard.\n\nThe week following, I had an invitation to hold a meeting at the Court\nHouse of the County, when I spoke from the 53d chap. of Isaiah, 3d verse.\nIt was a solemn time, and the Lord attended the word; I had life and\nliberty, though there were people there of various denominations. Here\nagain I saw the aged slaveholder, who notwithstanding his age, walked\nabout three miles to hear me. This day I spoke twice, and walked six\nmiles to the place appointed. There was a magistrate present, who showed\nhis friendship, by saying in a friendly manner, that he had heard of\nme: he handed me a hymn-book, pointing to a hymn which he had selected.\nWhen the meeting was over, he invited me to preach in a schoolhouse\nin his neighborhood, about three miles distant from where I then was.\nDuring this meeting one backslider was reclaimed. This day I walked six\nmiles, and preached twice to large congregations, both in the morning and\nevening. The Lord was with me, glory be to his holy name. I next went\nsix miles and held a meeting in a coloured friend\u2019s house, at eleven\no\u2019clock in the morning, and preached to a well behaved congregation of\nboth coloured and white. After service I again walked back, which was in\nall twelve miles in the same day. This was on Sabbath, or as I sometimes\ncall it, seventh day; for after my conversion I preferred the plain\nlanguage of the Friends. On the fourth day, after this, in compliance\nwith an invitation received by note, from the same magistrate who had\nheard me at the above place I preached to a large congregation, where we\nhad a precious time: much weeping was heard among the people. The same\ngentleman, now at the close of the meeting, gave out another appointment\nat the same place, that day week. Here again I had liberty, there was a\nmove among the people. Ten years from that time, in the neighborhood of\nCape May, I held a prayer meeting in a school house, which was then the\nregular place of preaching for the Episcopal Methodists, after service,\nthere came a white lady, of great distinction, a member of the Methodist\nSociety, and told me that at the same school house ten years before,\nunder my preaching, the Lord first awakened her. She rejoiced much to see\nme, and invited me home with her, where I staid till the next day. This\nwas bread cast upon the water, seen after many days.\n\nFrom this place I next went to Dennis Creek meeting house, where at the\ninvitation of an elder, I spoke to a large congregation of various and\nconflicting sentiments, when a wonderful shock of God\u2019s power was felt,\nshown everywhere by groans, by sighs, and loud and happy amens. I felt as\nif aided from above. My tongue was cut loose, the stammerer spoke freely;\nthe love of God, and of his service, burned with a vehement flame within\nme\u2014his name was glorified among the people.\n\nI had my little son with me, and was very much straitened for money\u2014and\nnot having means to procure my passage home, I opened a School, and\ntaught eleven scholars, for the purpose of raising a small sum. For\nmany weeks I knew not what to do about returning home, when the Lord\ncame to my assistance as I was rambling in the fields meditating upon\nhis goodness, and made known to me that I might go to the city of\nPhiladelphia, for which place I soon embarked with a very kind captain.\nWe had a perilous passage\u2014a dreadful storm arose, and before leaving the\nDelaware bay, we had a narrow escape from being run down by a large ship.\nBut the good Lord held us in the hollow of his hand, and in the afternoon\nof Nov. 12, 1821, we arrived at the city.\n\nHere I held meetings in the dwelling house of sister Lydia Anderson,\nand for about three months had as many appointments as I could attend.\nWe had many precious seasons together, and the Lord was with his little\npraying band, convincing and converting sinners to the truth. I continued\nin the city until spring, when I felt it impressed upon my mind to\ntravel, and walked fourteen miles in company with a sister to meet with\nsome ministers, there to assemble, from Philadelphia. Satan tempted me\nwhile on the way, telling me that I was a fool for walking so far, as\nI would not be permitted to preach. But I pursued my journey, with the\ndetermination to set down and worship with them. When I arrived, a goodly\nnumber of people had assembled, and no preacher. They waited the time to\ncommence the exercises, and then called upon me. I took the 3d chapter\nJohn, 14th verse for my text. I had life and liberty, and the Lord was\nin the camp with a shout. Another meeting was appointed three miles from\nthere, when I spoke from Psalms cxxxvii, 1, 2, 3, 4. My master was with\nme, and made manifest his power. In the County House, also, we held a\nmeeting, and had a sweet waiting upon the Lord. I spoke from Hebrews ii,\n3, when the Lord gave me peculiar liberty. At a dwelling house one night\nI spoke from John vii, 46, when six souls fell to the floor crying for\nmercy. We had a blessed outpouring of the spirit among us\u2014the God of\nJacob was in our midst\u2014and the shout of heaven-born souls was like music\nto our ears.\n\nAbout the month of February my little son James, then in his sixth\nyear, gave evidence of having religious inclinations. Once he got up\nin a chair, with a hymn book in his hand, and with quite a ministerial\ngesture, gave out a hymn. I felt the spirit move me to sing with him. A\nworthy sister was in the room, who I asked to pray for him. I invoked\nthe Lord to answer and seal this prayer in the courts of heaven. I\nbelieved He would and did, and while yet on our knees I was filled with\nthe fulness of God, and the answer came. I cried out in the joy of my\nheart\u2014\u201cThe dead is alive\u201d\u2014and ran down stairs to inform a neighbor. Tears\nran down the cheeks of my now happy boy, and great was our rejoicing\ntogether. He had been the subject of many prayers, and often had I\nthought I would rather follow him to his grave than to see him grow up\nan open and profane sinner like many children I had seen. And here let\nme say, the promise of the Lord is, \u201cask and ye shall receive.\u201d Dear\nparents; pray for your children in childhood\u2014carry them in the arms of\nfaith to the mercy seat, and there present them an offering to the\nLord. I can say from my own experience, the Lord will hear prayer. I\nhad given James the Bible as Haman gave Samuel to God in his youth, and\nby his gracious favor he was received. For the further encouragement of\nfathers and mothers to engage in this blessed work, let me refer them\nto Ecclesiastes xi, 6: \u201cIn the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening\nwithhold not thy hand, for thou knowest not whether shall prosper either\nthis or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.\u201d\n\n    \u201cSow it in the youthful mind,\n      Can you have a fairer field?\n    Be it but in faith consigned,\n      Harvest, doubtless, it shall yield,\n    Fruits of early piety,\n      All that God delights to see.\u201d\n\nIn November I journeyed for Trenton, N. J. At Burlington I spoke to the\npeople on the Sabbath, and had a good time among them, and on Monday the\n12th, in a School house. Sister Mary Owan, who had laid aside all the\ncares of the world, went with me. We had no means of travelling but on\nfoot, but the Lord regarded us, and by some means put it into the heart\nof a stranger, to convey us to the Trenton bridge. We fell in with the\nelder of the circuit, who spoke to me in a cold and formal manner, and\nas though he thought my capacity was not equal to his. We went into the\nsister\u2019s house, where we expected to stay, and waited a long while with\nour hats and cloaks on, before the invitation to lodge there was given.\nIn the morning I had thought to visit Newhope, but remained to discharge\nmy duty in visiting the sick and afflicted three or four days in the\nneighborhood. I was invited to a prayer meeting, and was called upon by a\nbrother to speak. I improved the offer, and made some remarks from Kings\nxviii, 21. One of the preachers invited me to preach for them on sixth\nday evening, which I complied with before an attentive congregation, when\nGod followed the word with much power, and great was our joy. On the 17th\nI spoke in the morning at 11 o\u2019clock. I felt my weakness and deficiency\nfor the work, and thought \u201cwho is able for these things,\u201d and desired to\nget away from the task. My text was Timothy vi, 2-7. The Lord again cut\nloose the stammering tongue, and opened the Scriptures to my mind, so\nthat, glory to God\u2019s dear name, we had a most melting, sin-killing, and\nsoul-reviving time. In the afternoon I assisted in leading a class, when\nwe found the Lord faithful and true\u2014and on the same evening I spoke from\nHebrews ii, 3.\n\nThe next day, sister Mary Owan and myself set out for Newhope, where\nwe arrived, after walking sixteen miles, at about six o\u2019clock in the\nevening. Though tedious, it was a pleasant walk to view the high mountain\nand towering hills, and the beauty and variety of nature around us,\nwhich powerfully impressed my mind with the greatness and wisdom of my\nMaker. At this place I stopt at the house of the gentleman with whose\nwife\u2019s mother I was brought up, and by whom we were agreeably received.\nThe next evening we called upon brother Butler, where I addressed a small\ncompany, and God, through his words, quickened some. The next night I\nspoke in an Academy to a goodly number of people, from John iii, 14. Here\nI found some very ill-behaved persons, who talked roughly, and said among\nother things, \u201cI was not a woman, but a man dressed in female clothes.\u201d\nI labored one week among them, and went next to Lambertsville, where we\nexperienced kindness from the people, and had a happy time and parted in\ntears.\n\nI now returned to Philadelphia, where I stayed a short time, and went to\nSalem, West Jersey. I met with many troubles on my journey, especially\nfrom the elder, who like many others, was averse to a woman\u2019s preaching.\nAnd here let me tell that elder, if he has not gone to heaven, that I\nhave heard that as far back as Adam Clarke\u2019s time, his objections to\nfemale preaching were met by the answer\u2014\u201cIf an ass reproved Balaam, and\na barn-door fowl reproved Peter, why should not a woman reprove sin?\u201d I\ndo not introduce this for its complimentary classification of women with\ndonkeys and fowls, but to give the reply of a poor woman, who had once\nbeen a slave. To the first companion she said\u2014\u201cMay be a speaking woman\nis like an ass\u2014but I can tell you one thing, the ass seen the angel when\nBalaam didn\u2019t.\u201d\n\nNotwithstanding the opposition, we had a prosperous time at Salem. I\nhad some good congregations, and sinners were cut to the heart. After\nspeaking in the meeting house, two women came up into the pulpit, and\nfalling upon my neck cried out \u201cWhat shall I do to be saved?\u201d One said\nshe had disobeyed God, and he had taken her children from her\u2014he had\ncalled often after her, but she did not hearken. I pointed her to the\nall-atoning blood of Christ, which is sufficient to cleanse from all\nsin, and left her, after prayer, to his mercy. From this place I walked\ntwenty-one miles, and preached with difficulty to a stiff-necked and\nrebellious people, who I soon left without any animosity for their\ntreatment. They might have respected my message, if not the poor weak\nservant who brought it to them with so much labor.\n\n\u201cIf they persecute you in one city, flee into another,\u201d was the advice I\nhad resolved to take, and I hastened to Greenwich, where I had a lively\ncongregation, had unusual life and liberty in speaking, and the power of\nGod was there. We also had a solemn time in the meeting house on Sabbath\nday morning, and in a dwelling house in the evening; a large company\nassembled, when the spirit was with us, and we had a mighty shaking among\nthe dry bones.\n\nOn second day morning, I took stage and rode seven miles to Woodstown,\nand there I spoke to a respectable congregation of white and colored,\nin a school house. I was desired to speak in the colored meeting house,\nbut the minister could not reconcile his mind to a woman preacher\u2014he\ncould not unite in fellowship with me even to shaking hands as christians\nought. I had visited that place before, when God made manifest his\npower \u201cthrough the foolishness of preaching,\u201d and owned the poor old\nwoman. One of the brothers appointed a meeting in his own house, and\nafter much persuasion this minister came also. I did not feel much like\npreaching, but spoke from Acts viii, 35. I felt my inability, and was led\nto complain of weakness\u2014but God directed the arrow to the hearts of the\nguilty\u2014and my friend the minister got happy, and often shouted \u201cAmen,\u201d\nand \u201cas it is, sister.\u201d We had a wonderful display of the spirit of God\namong us, and we found it good to be there. There is nothing too hard\nfor the Lord to do. I committed the meeting into the hands of the elder,\nwho afterwards invited me to preach in the meeting house. He had said he\ndid not believe that ever a soul was converted under the preaching of a\nwoman\u2014but while I was laboring in his place, conviction seized a woman,\nwho fell to the floor crying for mercy. This meeting held till 12 or 1\no\u2019clock. O how precious is the sound of Jesus\u2019 name! I never felt a doubt\nat this time of my acceptance with God, but rested my soul on his every\npromise. The elder shook hands, and we parted.\n\nNov. 22, 1822, I returned to Philadelphia, and attended meetings in and\nout of the city. God was still my help, and I preached and formed a\nclass, and tried to be useful. The oppositions I met with, however, were\nnumerous\u2014so much so, that I was tempted to withdraw from the Methodist\nChurch, lest some might go into ruin by their persecutions of me\u2014but this\nwas allowed only to try my faithfulness to God. At times I was pressed\ndown like a cart beneath its shafts\u2014my life seemed as at the point of the\nsword\u2014my heart was sore and pained me in my body. But the Lord knows how\nto deliver the godly out of temptation, and to reserve the unjust till\nthe day of judgment to be punished. While relating the feelings of my\nmind to a sister who called to see me, joy sprang up in my bosom that I\nwas not overcome by the adversary, and I was overwhelmed with the love\nof God and souls. I embraced the sister in my arms, and we had a melting\ntime together. Oh how comforting it is to have the spirit of God bearing\nwitness with our spirits that we are his children in such dark hours!\n\n    When Satan appears to stop up our path,\n    And fill us with fears, we triumph by faith;\n    He cannot take from us, (tho\u2019 oft he has tried,)\n    The soul cheering promise the Lord will provide.\n    He tells us we\u2019re weak, our hope is in vain,\n    The good that we seek we ne\u2019er shall obtain;\n    But when such suggestions our graces have tried,\n    This answers all questions, the Lord will provide.\n\nI felt a greater love for the people than ever. It appeared to me that\nthey erred through ignorance of my desire to do them good; and my prayer\nwas that nothing but love might appear in my ways, and actuate my heart.\nReligion is love\u2014God is love. But it was nothing less than the Divine\npower that brought me through, for it appeared that the hosts of darkness\nwere arrayed against me to destroy my peace and lead me away from the\nthrone of love.\n\nJune 24, I left the city of Philadelphia to travel in Delaware State. I\nwent with captain Ryal, a kind gentleman, who took me to his house in\nWilmington, and himself and lady both treated me well. The first night\nof my arrival; I preached in the stone Methodist meeting house. I tried,\nin my weak way, to interest the assembly from the 2d chapter of Hebrews,\n3d verse\u2014\u201cHow shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation.\u201d God\nwas there, as we had the most delightful evidence\u2014and many had their\neyes opened to see there was no escape from the second death while out\nof Christ, and cried unto God for his saving grave. I would that all who\nhave not embraced the salvation offered in the gospel, might examine the\nquestion candidly and seriously, ere the realities of the other world\nbreak up their fancied security.\n\nIn July I spoke in a School house to a large congregation, from Numbers\nxxix, 17. Here we had a sweet foretaste of heaven\u2014full measure, and\nrunning over\u2014shouting and rejoicing\u2014while the poor errand-bearer of a\nfree gospel was assisted from on high. I wish my reader had been there to\nshare with us the joyous heavenly feast. On the 15th of July I gave an\nexhortation in the meeting house again to a listening multitude\u2014deep and\nsolemn were the convictions of many, and good, I trust, was done.\n\nThe next place I visited was Newcastle. The meeting house could not be\nobtained, and two young gentleman interested themselves to get the Court\nhouse, but the Trustees objected, wishing to know why the Methodists did\nnot open their Church. The reason was \u201cI was not licensed,\u201d they said. My\ntwo friends waited on me to speak in the Market house, where I attended\nat early candlelight, and had the pleasure of addressing a few plain\ntruths to a crowded but respectful congregation, from John vii, 46\u2014\u201cNever\nman spake like this man.\u201d On Sunday the same young gentlemen invited me\nto give another discourse, to which I consented, before a large gathering\nof all descriptions.\n\nFrom here I proceeded to Christine, where we worshipped in a dwelling\nhouse, and I must say was well treated by some of my colored friends.\nI then returned to Wilmington, where in a few days I had a message to\nreturn again to C. My friends said I should have the Meeting house, for\nwhich Squire Luden interested himself, and the appointment was published.\nWhen the people met at the proper time, the doors remained locked. Amid\ncries of \u201cshame\u201d we left the Church steps\u2014but a private house was opened\na short distance up the road, and though disappointed in obtaining egress\nto a Church, the Lord did not disappoint his people, for we were fed\nwith the bread of life, and had a happy time. Mr. and Mrs. Lewelen took\nme to their house, and treated me, not as one of their hired servants,\nbut as a companion, for which I shall ever feel grateful. Mr. Smith, a\ndoctor, also invited me to call upon them\u2014he was a Presbyterian, but\nwe prayed and conversed together about Jesus and his love, and parted\nwithout meddling with each others creeds. Oh, I long to see the day when\nChristians will meet on one common platform\u2014Jesus of Nazareth\u2014and cease\ntheir bickerings and contentions about non-essentials\u2014when \u201cour Church\u201d\nshall be less debated, but \u201cour Jesus\u201d shall be all in all.\n\nAnother family gave me the invitation to attend a prayer meeting. It was\nlike a \u201clittle heaven below.\u201d From here I walked about four miles that\nevening, accompanied by the house maid of Mrs. Ford, a Presbyterian,\nwho said she knew her mistress would be glad to see me. Mrs. F. gave\nme a welcome\u2014said she felt interested in my speaking, and sent a note\nto a Methodist lady, who replied that my labor would be acceptable, no\ndoubt, in her Church that afternoon. When I came in, the elder was in the\npulpit. He gave us a good sermon. After preaching, this lady spoke of me\nto the elder; in consequence, he invited me to his pulpit, saying \u201che was\nwilling that every one should do good.\u201d My text was Hebrews ii, 3. Though\nweak in body, the good Master filled my mouth and gave me liberty among\nstrangers, and seldom have I spent so happy a Sabbath. Mrs. F. had a\ncolored woman in her family one hundred and ten years of age, with whom I\nconversed about religion\u2014how Christ had died to redeem us and the way of\nsalvation, and the poor old lady said \u201cshe wished she could hear me every\nday.\u201d I also called upon another, one hundred and sixteen years old, who\nwas blind. We talked together about Jesus\u2014she had a strong and abiding\nevidence of her new birth, and in a few weeks went home to heaven. Here\nshe was long deprived of the light of the sun, and the privilege of\nreading God\u2019s blessed word; but there her eyes are unsealed, and the Sun\nof righteousness has risen with healing in his wings.\n\n    There glory beams on all the plains,\n      Which sight to her is given\u2014\n    There music rolls in sweetest strains,\n    And spotless beauty ever reigns,\n      And all is love in heaven.\n\nI left Mrs. Ford\u2019s and walked about three miles to St. George, with a\nrecommend to a Mrs. Sutton, a noble-minded lady of the Presbyterian\norder, where I was generously treated. Here I preached in the School\nhouse to a respectable company\u2014had considerable weeping and a profitable\nwaiting upon the Lord. I accepted an invitation from a gentleman to\npreach in a Methodist Church three miles distant\u2014found there a loving\npeople, and was highly gratified at the order and decorum manifested\nwhile I addressed them. Mrs. Smith took me home with her, who I found to\nbe a christian both in sentiment and action. By invitation, I went next\nto Port Penn, and spoke with freedom, being assisted of the Lord, to a\nfull house, and had a glorious feast of the Spirit. The next night found\nme at Canton Bride, to which place I had walked\u2014spoke in a School house,\nfrom Math. xxii, 41\u2014\u201cWhat think ye of Christ?\u201d The presence of the Lord\novershadowed us\u2014believers rejoiced\u2014some were awakened to believe well of\nmy Master, and I trust are on their way to glory. In Fieldsborough, also,\nwe had gracious meetings.\n\nAt Smyrna I met brother C. W. Cannon, who made application for the\nFriend\u2019s Meeting house for me, where the Lord blessed us abundantly. We\nattended a Camp-meeting of the old connexion, and got greatly refreshed\nfor the King\u2019s service. I rode ten miles and delivered a message from the\nLord to a waiting audience\u2014the Master assisted, and seven individuals,\nwhite and colored, prostrated themselves for prayer. Next day I rode\nto Middletown\u2014spoke in a School house to a white congregation from\nIsaiah lxiii, 1, and a good time it was. In the morning at 11 o\u2019clock, I\naddressed a Methodist Society, and in the afternoon at 3 o\u2019clock, spoke\nunder a tree in the grave yard, by the road side, to a large audience.\nSquire Maxwell\u2019s lady, who was present, invited me home to tea with\nherself and nieces, and a Quaker lady showed her benevolence by putting\ninto my hand enough to help me on my journey. The Lord is good\u2014what\nshall I do to make it known? I rode seven miles that night, and gave an\nexhortation after the minister had preached, and felt happier than a King.\n\nI now travelled to Cecil county, Md., and the first evening spoke to a\nlarge congregation. The pastor afterwards baptized some adult persons\u2014and\nwe all experienced the cleansing and purifying power. We had a baptism\nwithin and without. I was next sent for by the servant of a white\ngentleman, to hold a meeting in his house in the evening. He invited\nthe neighbors, colored and white, when I spoke according to the ability\nGod gave me. It was pleasant to my poor soul to be there\u2014Jesus was in\nour midst\u2014and we gave glory to God. Yes, glory\u2014glory be to God in the\nhighest. \u201cGod forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord\nJesus Christ.\u201d I boast not myself. Paul may plant and Apollos water, but\nGod giveth the increase. I tried also to preach three times at a place\n14 miles from here\u2014had good meetings\u2014backsliders were reclaimed and\nsinners convicted of sin, who I left in the hands of God, with the hope\nof meeting and recognizing again \u201cwhen we arrive at home.\u201d\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nReturned back to Middletown. The next day the preacher of the circuit\nconveyed me to his place of appointment at Elkton. We had a wonderful\noutpouring of the spirit. At Frenchtown I spoke at 11 o\u2019clock, where I\nrealized my nothingness, but, God\u2019s name be praised, he helped me in\nthe duty. Went again to Middletown, and from there to Canton\u2019s Bridge,\nand talked to the people as best I could. Seven miles from this place\nI found, by the direction of a kind Providence, my own sister, who had\nbeen separated from me some thirty-three years. We were young when last\nwe met, with less of the cares of life than now. Each heart then was\nbuoyant with mildly hopes and pleasures\u2014and little did we expect at\nparting that thirty-three years would pass over us, with its changes and\nvicissitudes, ere we should see each other\u2019s face. Both were much altered\nin appearance, but we knew each other, and talked over the dealings of\nthe Lord with us, retracing our wanderings in the world and \u201cthe days\nwhen life was young.\u201d\n\n    \u201cOur days of childhood quickly pass,\n      And soon our happiest years are run\u2014\n    As the pure dew that gems the grass\n      Is dried beneath the summer sun.\n    There\u2019s such deceit\u2014such guile in men,\n    Who would not be a child again?\u201d\n\nDuring this visit I had three meetings in different directions in\ngentlemen\u2019s houses, and a prayer meeting at my brother\u2019s, who did not\nenjoy religion. My good old friend Mr. Lorton happened to be there, who\ntold the people that he had been to my house\u2014that he knew Mr. Lee (my\nhusband) intimately, and that he had often preached for him while pastor\nof the Church at Snow Hill, N. J.\n\nI next attended and preached several times at a camp meeting, which\ncontinued five days. We had pentecostal showers\u2014sinners were pricked to\nthe heart, and cried mightily to God for succor from impending judgment,\nand I verily believe the Lord was well pleased at our weak endeavors to\nserve him in the tented grove. The elder in charge, on the last day of\nthe camp, appointed a meeting for me in a dwelling house. Spoke from\nActs ii, 41. The truth fastened in the hearts of two young women, who,\nafter I was seated, came and fell down at my side, and cried for God to\nhave mercy on them\u2014we prayed and wrestled with the Lord, and both were\nmade happy in believing, and are alive in the faith of the gospel. The\nnext morning a brother preacher took me to St. Georgetown. From there I\ntook stage to Wilmington, and called on my friend Captain Rial, in whose\nfamily I spent two days and nights. Went to Philadelphia to attend a\ncamp-meeting. Returned again to W\u2e3a, where I was taken sick with typhus\nfever, and was in the doctor\u2019s hands for some days\u2014but the Lord rebuked\nthe disease, gave me my usual health again, and I returned back to\nPhiladelphia.\n\nThe Bishop gave me an invitation to speak in Bethel Church; but here my\nheart fluttered with fear at the commencement, in a manner known but to\nthose who feel their unworthiness in addressing new and large assemblies.\nMy text was in Isaiah x. 10, 11. Previous to dismission, the Bishop gave\nme another appointment in Wesley Church for first day morning, where I\nlabored to encourage believers, from Ephesians ii, 19. The comforter\nwas with us\u2014we were sprinkled as with clear water from above\u2014the hands\nof those that were hanging down were lifted up, and we truly had a\nrefreshing season. Glory to God for the manifestation of His Spirit. \u201cNow\ntherefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow-citizens\nwith the saints, and of the household of God.\u201d\n\nOn the ensuing Thursday night, in Union Church, I had the opportunity of\nspeaking a word for my Saviour again, and recommenced the impenitent to\nsee to it that they took the advice of my text, in Rev. iii, 18. The Lord\nsearched the heart as he did Jerusalem with a lighted candle, and there\nwas a moving of the Spirit among the people.\n\nFrom Philadelphia I travelled on foot thirty miles to Downingtown, and\ngave ten sermons while there; and remember the cold day in December I\nwalked sixteen miles from the above place to brother Wells\u2019, where I\nstaid one week, and labored both among colored and white. They had one\nclass there. Three miles further, I talked on Lord\u2019s day to an apparently\nhardened people, and next night preached in a School-house, after a ride\nof ten miles. The call of the Lord was for me now to go to West Chester,\nN. Y., where I remained a little period with brother Thomas Henry and\nbrother Miller; preached in a School-house and in the Wesleyan Methodist\nMeeting-house. When prepared to go home, a request was sent me to\npreach in the Court-house of the county, to which I rode ten miles, and\naddressed the citizens on two evenings. The Lord strengthened his feeble\ninstrument in the effort to win souls to Christ, for which my heart at\nthis time was heavily burthened. Next morning I left for Westhaven, where\nI visited a School of boys and girls, and was much pleased to see them\nengaged and improving in their studies. How great the difference now,\nthought I, for the mental and moral culture of the young than when I was\na child!\n\nIn the month of June, 1823, I went on from Philadelphia to New York with\nBishop Allen and several Elders, (including our present Rev. Bishop\nBrown,) to attend the New York Annual Conference of our denomination,\nwhere I spent three months of my time. We arrived about nine o\u2019clock\nin the evening. As we left the boat, a person fell into the dock, and\nnotwithstanding the effort made to save and find him, he was seen no\nmore. \u2018In the midst of life we are in death.\u2019 On the 4th of June I spoke\nin the Asbury Church, from Psalms c, 33. I think I never witnessed such\na shouting and rejoicing time. The Church had then but recently adopted\nthe African M. E. discipline. On the 5th I brought my master\u2019s message to\nthe Bethel Church\u2014Text Isaiah lviii, 1. \u201cCry aloud, spare not; lift up\nthy voice like a trumpet, and show my people their transgressions, and\nthe house of Jacob their sins.\u201d The spirit of God came upon me; I spoke\nwithout fear of man, and seemed willing even there to be offered up; the\npreachers shouted and prayed, and it was a time long to be remembered.\n\nJune 6. Spoke in the Church in High Street, Brooklyn, from Jer. ix, 1\u2014\u201cOh\nthat my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might\nweep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people.\u201d In these\ndays I felt it my duty to travel up and down in the world, and promulgate\nthe gospel of Christ, especially among my own people, though I often\ndesired to be released from the great task. The Lord had promised to be\nwith me, and my trust was in his strong arm.\n\n    Renouncing every worldly thing,\n    Safe \u2019neath the shadow of thy wing,\n    My sweetest thought henceforth shall be\n    That all I want I find in thee,\n        In thee, my God, in Thee.\n\nI left my friend in Brooklyn, and went to Flushing, L. I. Here we had\nquite a revival feeling, and two joined society. Visited Jamaica and\nJericho; spoke in brother B\u2019s dwelling, in the church, and under a tree.\nWent to White Plains to the camp-meeting; the Lord was with us indeed;\nbelievers were revived, backsliders reclaimed, and sinners converted.\nReturned and spent a little time in Brooklyn, where I addressed the\npeople from Rev. iii, 18, and John iii, 15.\n\nJuly 22. Spoke in Asbury Church from Acts xiii, 41\u2014\u201cBehold ye despisers,\nand wonder and perish.\u201d I pointed out the portion of the hypocrite, the\nliar, the Sabbath-breaker, and all who do wickedly and die in their sins;\nthey shall be to the judgment bar of Jehovah, and before an assembled\nuniverse hear their awful sentence, \u201cDepart from me, ye cursed, into\neverlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels,\u201d while the\nrighteous shall be received \u201cinto life eternal.\u201d On the 28th I went to\nDutch Hill, L. I., and spoke before a congregation of white and colored,\nin a barn, as there was no other suitable place. I felt happy when I\nthought of my dear Redeemer, who was born in a stable and cradled in a\nmanger, and we had a precious season. Brother Croker, of Brooklyn, and\nfather Thompson were with me, at whose feet I desired rather to sit and\nlearn, they being experienced \u201cworkmen that needed not to be ashamed.\u201d\nBut the Lord sends by whom he will.\n\nThe next Sabbath I weakly attempted to address my friends in New York\nagain. Took the words in Math. xxviii, 13, for my text\u2014\u201cSay ye, his\ndisciples came by night, and stole him away while we slept.\u201d The place\nwas greatly crowded, and many came who could not get in. A class met\nhere, to which the preacher invited all who desired to remain, and\nthirty persons tarried. He called upon me to lead, but He who led Israel\nover the Red Sea assisted, and it was a gracious time with us. Some who\nremained from curiosity were made, like Belshazzar, to tremble and weep,\nwhile the spirit strove powerfully with them. One experienced religion\nand joined society. I expect in the resurrection morning to meet many who\nwere in that little company, in my Father\u2019s house, where we shall strike\nhands no more to part; where our song of redemption shall be raised to\nGod and the Lamb forever. Dear reader, if you have not, I charge you to\nmake your peace with God while time and opportunity is given, and be one\nof that number who shall take part and lot in the first resurrection.\nThough I may never see you in the flesh, I leave on this page my solemn\nentreaty that you delay not to obtain the pardoning favor of God; that\nyou leave not the momentous subject of religion to a sick bed or dying\nhour, but now, even now, seek the Lord with full purpose of heart, and he\nwill be found of thee. \u201cIf any man sin, he has advocate with the Father,\nJesus Christ the righteous.\u201d\n\n    \u201cOh that the world might taste and see\n      The riches of his grace;\n    The arms of love that compass me,\n      Would all mankind embrace.\u201d\n\nI visited a woman who was laying sick upon her death-bed. She told me\n\u201cshe had once enjoyed religion, but the enemy had cheated her out of\nit.\u201d She knew that she must die in a very little while, and could not\nget well, and her agony of soul, in view of its unprepared state for a\njudgment to come, awoke every feeling of sympathy within me. Oh! how\nloud such a scene calls upon us to be \u201cfaithful unto death\u201d\u2014then shall\nwe \u201creceive a crown of life.\u201d Also visited Mrs. Miller, who once \u201ctasted\nthat the Lord was good,\u201d but had ceased now to follow him. She had been a\nMethodist for many years\u2014got her feelings injured through some untoward\ncircumstance\u2014had fallen from grace, and now was sick. A good sister\naccompanied me; we conversed with Mrs. M., sung an appropriate hymn,\nand my friend supplicated the throne of grace in her behalf. She had\nfrequently felt the need of a returning Saviour, and during prayer her\nheart became melted into tenderness. She cried aloud for mercy, wrestled\nlike Jacob for the witness, and the Lord, faithful and true, \u201chealed her\nbackslidings,\u201d and we left her happy in his father. Praise the Lord for\nhis matchless grace. I entertained no doubt of her well-grounded hope;\nand on seeing such a display of God\u2019s power, I was lost in wonder, love\nand praise. Let the backslider hear and take courage. Let all who are\nout of Christ hear the invitation\u2014\u201cRepent ye and be converted, for God\nhath called all men everywhere to repent.\u201d\n\n    \u201cWithout reserve give Christ your heart,\n    Let him his righteousness impart\u2014\n    Then all things else he\u2019ll freely give,\n    With him you all things shall receive.\u201d\n\nWith a serene and tranquil mind I now returned to Philadelphia. The\nBishop was pleased to give me an appointment at Bethel Church, but\na spirit of opposition arose among the people against the propriety\nof female preaching. My faith was tried\u2014yet I felt my call to labor\nfor souls none the less. \u201cShall the servant be above his Master?\u201d The\nministers of Jesus must expect persecution, if they would be faithful\nwitnesses against sin and sinners\u2014but shall they, \u201cawed by a mortal\u2019s\nform, conceal the word of God?\u201d Thou God knowest my heart, and that thy\nglory is all I have in view. Shall I cease from sounding the alarm to\nan ungodly world, when the vengeance of offended heaven is about to be\npoured out, because my way is sometimes beset with scoffers, or those\nwho lose sight of the great Object, and stop on the road to glory to\ncontend about non-essentials? Rather let the messengers of God go on\u2014let\nthem not be hindered by the fashions and customs of a gainsaying and\nmis-loving generation, but with the crown in view, which shall deck the\nbrow of those only who are \u201cfaithful unto death\u201d\u2014let them \u201ccry aloud\nand spare not.\u201d Who regarded the warnings of Noah? who believed in his\nreport? Who among the antediluvians, that witnessed the preparations of\nthis righteous man to save himself and family from a deluge of waters,\nbelieved him any thing else than a fanatic, deluded, and beside himself?\nLet the servants of Christ gird on the armor, and listen to the Captain\u2019s\nvoice: \u201cLo I am with you always, even unto the end.\u201d With the promise\nof my Lord impressed upon my mind, I remained at home only a week, and\nwalked twenty-one miles to Lumbertown, and preached in the Old Methodist\nChurch and our African Church. Brother Joshua Edely was then a deacon\nthere, and held a quarterly meeting soon after my reaching the place.\nHe also appointed a love-feast in the morning, when the love that true\nbelievers enjoy at such scenes made the place akin to heaven. While here\nI spoke as the Spirit taught me from Solomon\u2019s Songs. It was a happy\nmeeting\u2014refreshing to the thirsty soul\u2014and we had a shout of the king in\nthe camp. I shall never forget the kindness I received here from dear\nsister G. B. May the blessings of heaven be hers in this and the world to\ncome.\n\nI travelled seven miles from the above place to Snow Hill on Sabbath\nmorning, where I was to preach in the Church of which I was a member;\nand although much afflicted in body, I strove, by the grace of God,\nto perform the duty. This was once the charge of JOSEPH LEE. In this\ndesk my lamented husband had often stood up before me, proclaiming the\n\u201cacceptable year of the Lord\u201d\u2014here he labored with zeal and spent his\nstrength to induce sinners to be \u201creconciled to God\u201d\u2014here his toils\nended. And could it be, that a poor unworthy being like myself should\nbe called to address his former congregation, and should stand in the\nsame pulpit! The thought made me tremble. My heart sighed when memory\nbrought back the image, and the reminiscences of other days crowded upon\nme. But why, my heart, dost thou sigh? He has ceased from his labor, and\nI here see his works do follow. It will be enough, if these, the people\nof his care, press on and gain the kingdom. It will be enough, if, on\nthe final day, \u201cfor which all other days were made,\u201d we pass through the\ngates into the city, and live again together where death cannot enter,\nand separations are unknown. Cease then, my tears\u2014a little while, my\nfluttering heart! and the turf that covers my companion, perchance, may\ncover thee\u2014a little while, my soul! if faithful, and the widow\u2019s God will\ncall thee from this valley of tears and sorrows to rest in the mansions\nthe Saviour has gone to prepare for his people. \u201cGood what God gives\u2014just\nwhat he takes away.\u201d\n\nMy mind was next exercised to visited Trenton, N. J. I spoke for the\npeople there, but soon had felt the cross so heavy. Perhaps it was\noccasioned through grieving over the past, and my feelings of loneliness\nin the world. A sister wished me to go with her to Bridgeport\u2014where\nI found brother Orwin, then elder over that church. He gave me an\nappointment. We had a full house, and God\u2019s power was manifest among the\npeople, and I returned to the elder\u2019s house rejoicing. The following day\nI walked fourteen miles to a meeting, where also we were greatly favored\nwith the presence of God. Soon after this, I thought of going home to\nPhiladelphia. I got about three miles on foot, when an apparent voice\nsaid \u201cIf thou goest home thou wilt die.\u201d I paused for a moment, and not\ncomprehending what it meant, pursued my journey. Again I was startled\nby something like a tapping on my shoulder, but, on turning round, I\nfound myself alone, which two circumstances created a singular feeling I\ncould not understand. I thought of Balaam when met by the angel in the\nway. I was taken sick and it seemed I should die in the road. I said I\nwill go back, and walked about four miles to Bridgeport. Told a good\nsister my exercise, who was moved with sympathy, and got brandy and\nbathed me. On Wednesday night I spoke to the people at Trenton Bridge,\nand notwithstanding the opposition I had met with from brother Samuel\nR\u2e3a, then on the circuit, the Lord supported the \u201cwoman preacher\u201d and my\nsoul was cheered. On Thursday I walked fourteen miles, when the friends\napplied to the elder to let me talk for them, but his prejudices also,\nagainst women preaching were very strong, and tried hard to disaffect the\nminds of the people. The dear man has since gone to stand before that\nGod who knows the secrets of all hearts\u2014and where, I earnestly pray, he\nmay find some who have been saved by grace through the instrumentality of\nfemale preaching.\n\n    \u201cThen here, O God, thy work fulfil;\n        And from thy mercy\u2019s throne\n    O grant me strength to do thy will,\n        And to resist my own.\u201d\n\nNorristown, Bucks county, January 6, 1824. Brother Morris conveyed me\nhere at his own expense, and made application for places for me to speak.\nAddressed a large congregation on the fourth day after my introduction\ninto the place, in the court-house, from Isaiah liiii. 1,\u2014\u201cWho hath\nbelieved our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?\u201d I\nfelt embarrassed in the commencement, but the Spirit came, and \u201chelped\nour infirmities\u201d\u2014good attention, and some weeping. On the 18th I spoke\nin the academy\u2014it was a solemn time, and the people came out in numbers\nto hear. I then walked four miles to brother Morris\u2019s\u2014spoke twice in the\nschool-house, and once in a dwelling house.\n\nOn the 14th April, I went with Bishop Allen and several elders to\nBaltimore, on their way to attend Conference; at the end of which the\nBishop gave me permission to express a few thoughts for my Lord. On\nleaving the city of B., I travelled about 100 miles to Eastern Shore,\nMaryland. Brother Bailey was then laboring on that circuit, who received\nand treated me very kindly. We had several good meetings, and twice I\nspoke in Bethel Church, when the outpouring of the Spirit was truly\ngreat. In company with a good sister, who took a gig and horse, I\ntravelled about three hundred miles, and labored in different places.\nWent to Denton African Church, and on the first Sabbath gave two sermons.\nThe Church was in a thriving, prosperous condition, and the Lord blessed\nthe word to our comfort. During the week I labored in the court-house\nbefore a large concourse of hearers. The Lord was unspeakably good, and\none fell to the floor under the power.\n\nBy request, I also spoke in the Old Methodist Church in Denton, which\nwas full to overflowing. It was a happy meeting. My tongue was loosened,\nand my heart warm with the love of God and souls\u2014a season yet sweet to\nmy memory. From there I went to Greensboro\u2019\u2014the elder gave a sermon,\nafter which I exhorted the poor sinner to prepare to meet the Lord in\npeace, before mercy was clear gone forever. The Old Methodist connexion\ngave an invitation for me to speak in their house, which I embraced,\nfeeling thankful that the middle wall of partition had, thus far, been\nbroken down. \u201cHe that feareth God and worketh righteousness shall be\naccepted of him\u201d\u2014not he who hath a different skin\u2014not he who belongs to\nthis denomination, or, to that\u2014but \u201che that feareth God.\u201d My Master is\nno respecter of persons. May the partition walls that divide His sincere\nfollowers be broken down by the spirit of love.\n\nIn Whitehall Chapel I spoke to a respectable congregation, from Isaiah\nliii. 1. Though in a slave country, I found the Omnipresent One was with\nus. Dr. Clarke took us home to dine with his family\u2014for which uncommon\nattention I felt highly gratified. I believe him a Christian in heart,\nand one, no doubt, who has read the words of the Saviour: \u201cWhosoever\nshall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water\nonly, shall in no wise lose his reward.\u201d And, notwithstanding the doctor\nwas a Presbyterian, Mr. Buly had the privilege of baptizing two of their\ncolored children.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nI stopped next at Concord, and in the Old Methodist connexion tried to\nencourage the Lord\u2019s people to persevere. God displayed His power by a\ngeneral outpouring of the Spirit\u2014sinners cried for mercy, while others\nshouted for joy. Spoke also to a congregation of colored and white at\nStanton Mills; and arrived again at Eastern Shore, where I spoke in\nBethel Church during Quarterly Meeting. Attended their love-feast, where\nseveral joined society, and many encouraging testimonies were given by\nyoung converts that \u201cGod hath power on earth to forgive sins.\u201d May they\nbe faithful stewards of the manifold gifts of God\u2014and never be ashamed\nto confess what the Lord had done for them. Many lose the witness out of\nthe heart by withholding their testimony from their friends and neighbors\nof the power of God to save. They run well for a season, but the tempter\nwhispers \u201cnot now\u201d\u2014and by and by the soul becomes barren and unfruitful.\nMay God help the young converts to \u201cwatch,\u201d and tell around what a dear\nSaviour they have found.\n\n    \u201cAshamed of Jesus!\u2014yes, I may,\n      When I\u2019ve no guilt to wash away\u2014\n    No tears to wipe\u2014no good to crave\u2014\n      No fears to quell\u2014no soul to save.\u201d\n\nJune 10th, 1824. Left Eastern Shore for a journey to Bath, and went\naround the circuit with brother J. B., the elder. In the Old Methodist\nChurch, at Fory\u2019s Neck, I had the privilege of speaking to a large\ncongregation, which was made the power of God unto salvation. Visited\nLewistown, and had a blessed meeting in the Methodist Church. The tears\nof the penitent flowed sweetly, which always encourages me to persevere\nin proclaiming the glad tidings of a risen Saviour to my fellow beings.\nWhen the heart is thus melted into tenderness, I feel assured the Lord\nsanctions the feeble effort of His poor servant\u2014it is a good omen to my\nmind that the mourner is not forsaken of God, and that he yet stands\nknocking at the door for admittance. Oh! that those who weep for an\nabsent Jesus may be comforted by hearing Him say\u2014\u201cThy sins, which were\nmany, are all forgiven thee: go in peace and sin no more.\u201d\n\nElder J. B. preached in Greensboro\u2019, where I attended, and had a\nquickening time. Some enmity had existed among the brethren, but the\nspirit of love got the ascendancy, and the lion became as the lamb. The\ngospel is the best remedy to subdue the evil passions of men that has\never been discovered. Dear Master, let Thy gospel spread to earth\u2019s\nremotest bounds.\n\nI have travelled, in four years, sixteen hundred miles and of that I\nwalked two hundred and eleven miles, and preached the kingdom of God\nto the falling sons and daughters of Adam, counting it all joy for the\nsake of Jesus. Many times cast down but not forsaken; willing to suffer\nas well as love. I spoke at Harris\u2019s Mills, in a dwelling house, to a\nlarge concourse of people, from Paul\u2019s Epistle to the Ephesians, xviii.\n19-20. I felt much drawn out, in the Spirit of God, meanwhile from my\nfeelings. I observed there were some present that never would meet me\nagain. Mr. J. B., the elder, then requested me to lead the class. Much\nmourning, weeping and rejoicing. Four days afterwards, a man that sat\nunder this sermon, (a shoemaker by occupation) fell dead from his bench\nwithout having any testimony of a hope in Christ. How dreadful to relate\nthe wicked shall not live out half their days. In Easton I spoke from\nthe Evan. John, 1 chap. 45 ver., the Lord\u2019s time. Then proceeded to\nDagsberry, 25 miles, preached in Bethel Church to a multitude of people,\nit being to them a new thing, but only the old made more manifest. Bless\nGod for what my heart feels, for a good conscience is better than a\nsacrifice. Two sermons preached in said Church, I spoke from Acts 13\nchap., 41 ver.,\u2014the power of God filled the place\u2014some shouted, others\nmourned, some testified God for Christ\u2019s sake had forgiven sin, whilst\nothers were felled to the floor. From thence we went to Sinapuxom, spoke\non Sabbath day to a large congregation from Num. 24 chap., 17 ver,\u2014the\nLord gave light, life and liberty on that portion of Scripture. Great\ntime. The elder closed the meeting, the memory of which will be sweet\nin eternity. I intended to take an appointment, but being taken sick\nthe elder filled the appointment, and while preaching, there were 10\nor 11 white men came and said they wanted to see the preacher; he sent\nfor them to come into the house, but they seemed afraid or refused;\nafter he had finished, they came to the door to know by what authority\nhe was preaching\u2014but it was me they were after, but I was fortified,\nfor their laws, by my credentials, having the United States seal upon\nthem,\u2014they tried to get him out of the house, they said, on business. But\nhe told them he would meet them at 9 o\u2019clock in the morning before the\nmagistrate, seven miles distant. Brother J. B. then took my credentials\nand also showed his own, and, upon examination, the magistrate said, she\nis highly recommended and I am bound to protect her. An under-officer,\nanxious to get hold of my papers, very much opposed to our being in\nthe State, tried hard to frighten us out of it, and went to lay his\nhands on it, but was rebuked by the magistrate; and two days after\nthe magistrate sent word to me to go on and preach, he did not care\nif I preached till I died. I never met them but told the friends that\nGod would make an example of them before one year. My mind led me to\nSolsbury and to Snow Hill\u2014the brother, through persuasion, did not go,\nfor fear of some difficulty, under which consideration I declined going\nfor that time, I then returned to Easton, but my mind still led me to\npay that religious visit, which was still accomplished by a sister and\nmyself. I called on brother Massey, a preacher, who conducted us to Snow\nHill and Solsbury. In the afternoon, the elder and one of the Trustees\nof the white Methodist Church, called on me to know of my faith and\ndoctrine, and, while conversing, the spirit of the Lord breathed upon\nus\u2014we had groans and shedding of tears\u2014that evening the Elder gave me an\nappointment in the colored church to a large congregation, and we had\na powerful time, sinners awakened and backsliders reclaimed. So great\nwas the time that the meeting lasted until three or four o\u2019clock in the\nmorning. It was like a Camp meeting, they came seven miles distance from\nonly three or four hours\u2019 notice. Next morning we left for Snow Hill, the\nElder sent down for the friends to take care of us all, and our board,\nwith the horses, should be paid for, consequently we were treated with\ngreat hospitality. I preached in the Old Methodist Church to an immense\ncongregation of both the slaves and the holders, and felt great liberty\nin word and doctrine; the power of God seemed without intermission. We\nleft there and rode 16 miles, spoke to a small company of people. In\nthe afternoon to a large congregation, chiefly Presbyterians, and at\nmany other places too tedious for me to mention, I preached twenty-seven\nsermons and then returned to Easton again, where I was informed that the\nconstable who was so enraged against me before was then dying; the other\nwhite man who came and set at the end of the table twice while I was\nlaboring, thinking I would say something to implicate myself and wanted\nme arrested so bad, had been sold and his family broke up; it is thus the\nLord fights for Israel.\n\nI then made an appointment at a place called the Hole in the Wall, it was\na little settlement of coloured people, but we had no Church, but used a\ndwelling house, and had a large congregation. I had no help but an old\nman, one hundred and odd years of age; he prayed, and his prayers made us\nfeel awful, he died in the year 1825, and has gone to reap the reward of\nhis labor; freed from the toils and cares of life, no more to labor under\na hard task master, but to rest where the slave is freed from his master.\nI strove then to fill the appointment at 11 o\u2019clock in the morning,\nfrom Daniel 5 chap. 27 ver., the declaration was, there is no other way\nunder heaven that men can be saved only through Jesus Christ; the Lord\ngave me great light on this subject. At 3 o\u2019clock, in the afternoon,\nwe stood in the open air in the woods, and I spoke from 12 chap. 2-3\nver. I felt greater liberty on this subject than the other; the Lord was\nwith me; of a truth I felt the force of it now. Glory to God. Who can\nconstrain against the power of God? We had people of all descriptions,\nfrom the true Christian to the Devil, and from slave-holder to slave. We\nvisited Georgetown Jail, saw four men there sentenced to be hung, two\nwhite men and two colored; one of the white men, by the name of Sharp\nhad killed all his family, except his oldest daughter; she was the most\nhardened wretch I ever saw; I read a chapter and conversed with them.\nSharp treated it with contempt, but the other answered with a degree of\nhumility; but they were hung according to the laws of their state.\n\n    But O, their end,\n    Their dreadful end!\n\nI was invited by one of the Trustees of the Old Methodist Church to pay\nthem a visit on the ensuing Sabbath morning. I made the appointment for\nsaid day. I left Georgetown on the morning early, half past ten o\u2019clock\nwe arrived in Milford; Church bell was ringing. We were conducted into\nthe Church; a local preacher was in the pulpit and had prayed, but was\nasked to come down by another who invited me there. I spoke for them and\nafterwards they gave out for another appointment at night, but it caused\na controversy among themselves, and they threw it on him to come and\nsee if I would fill it. Previous to this the coloured preachers told me\nthere was controversy about woman preaching. But he came and asked me how\nlong I had been preaching the Gospel. I answered, rising, 5 or 6 years.\nHe said it was something new. I told him it seemed to be supposed so. I\nreferred him to Mrs. Fletcher, of England, an able preacher and wife of\nMr. Fletcher, a great and worthy minister of the Parish. He asked why I\ndid not go to the Quakers. I told him I was sent to the Methodists. I\nasked if he had a sister in the Church, and she witnessed a Christian\nlife, and was called and qualified to preach, do you think you would be\njustified before God, to stop her? He has not answered me yet. I found\nit was prejudice in his mind. He talked as if he had not known what the\noperation of the Spirit of God was. We may say, with propriety, he had\nnot tarried at Jerusalem long enough. When about to part, he asked me if\nI would come, but I could not then promise. At night, the people came in\ntheir carriages from the country, but were disappointed, for I spoke in\na colored Church. The doors and windows were opened on account of the\nheat, but were crowded with people; pride and prejudice were buried. We\nhad a powerful time. I was quite taken out of myself\u2014the meeting held\ntill day-break; but I returned to my home. They told me that sinners\nwere converted, backsliders reclaimed, mourners comforted, and believers\nbuilt up in the most holy faith. Then they wished us to stay until next\nnight to preach again; but I thought it best to leave them hungry.\nPrevious to this I was sent for by a slave-holder to come to his house\nto preach three funeral sermons, all at one time, two grown persons\nand one child; they had been dead about a year, but their graves were\nonly filled up even with the earth. I spoke standing in the door of his\ndwelling to a great congregation, from the 2 Book of Samuel, 12 chap. 23\nver.\u2014dwelling much on the certainty of the child\u2019s happiness, through the\nredemption of Christ\u2014shewing how men might be saved living in accordance\nwith the truth. When finished we fell in procession and moved to the\ngraves of the departed. Brother Massey rehearsed the funeral ceremony,\nthen the graves were raised and made oval, as usual, a most affecting\nscene, one of the deceased being the mother of two little girls there\npresent. They were so affected, it seemed they would go in fits; several\npersons tried to pacify them, but in vain. It was a solemn time; many\nwere deeply affected that day at the graves, and mourning of the whites\nin the house, but they treated us kindly, and we left them, visiting\nmany places too tedious to mention. I met a Camp meeting of the African\nMethodist Episcopal Church at Denton. The Elder was much encouraged in\ncommencing the Camp. Although in a slave State, we had every thing in\norder, good preaching, a solemn time, and long to be remembered. Some\nof the poor slaves came happy in the Lord; walked from 20 to 30, and\nfrom that to seventy miles, to worship God. Although through hardships\nthey counted it all joy for the excellency of Christ; and, before day,\nthey, or a number of them, had to be at home, ready for work; but some\nsaid they came as sinners before God, but went away as new creatures in\nChrist; and they could not be disputed. My heart glows with joy while I\nwrite; truly God is inscrutable. The Elder, J. B. then appointed a Camp\nmeeting within five miles of Easton, too near the town, but it was done\nto glorify God. Yet it seemed there was not that general good done like\nthe previous time. He gave me an appointment on Sunday afternoon; to\nmyself I appeared lost; thought I was doing nothing, but the south wind\nfrom the hill of the Lord began to blow upon the spices of his garden.\nThe power of God arrested a person who started to run, but fell in the\nflight, and begged God for mercy and obtained it. After the sermon,\nwhich was the first of my being apprized of it, but no merit to me,\nbut all glory to God, for the good done at Camp meetings, though much\npersecuted, but they are a glorious meeting to me. I pray God to protect\nthe camp-meetings while I thank him for the invention. Various are the\noperations of the Spirit of God on the human family. We must believe in\nthe truth of God, and then we can behold the mysteries and enjoy the\ntruth of them with joy and thanksgiving. I went to speak about 10 miles\nfrom Centreville at early candle light\u2014warm weather\u2014in a dwelling house,\nthe largest congregation being out-of-doors. I felt an open mind, the\npower of God fell upon the assembly in open air, and I heard an awful\ncry. A woman had started, jumped over the fence and run, but fell and\nrose again; that woman contended until she found redemption in Jesus\nChrist. I went to a place called Beaver Dams and spoke there; left there\nfor Hillsborough, and spoke there to a large congregation; from there\nto Greensborough, and preached in white Methodist Church. The visit not\nso prosperous; from there to Boomsborough. We were much favoured and\napprobated by the people, and blessed with the presence of the Lord in\npower. I then preached at Cecil Cross roads in an old meeting house,\nalmost down, to a large congregation, and it was warm. I was informed a\ngentleman rode fourteen miles to attend that meeting. Previous to this\nthe Methodists had almost died away, a very few excepted at that place,\nbut from that time they took a rise as I was informed by two young ladies\nfrom there. In about 5 years after I left they built a large Church on\nthat same spot where the old one stood, and had a fine congregation; from\nthere brother J. B. appointed a Quarterly Meeting on Mr. John Peaker\u2019s\nIsland, for a society of 60 members, which was composed altogether of the\nsaid gentleman\u2019s slaves. We were entertained in the best of style, had\na powerful meeting, and a great manifestation of the power of God. From\nthere we returned to Easton a second time, and were entertained by the\noverseer very highly at Mr. John Peakey\u2019s Island. Went to Baltimore, from\nthere I visited Hales\u2019 Mills, and preached three sermons, much favored of\nthe Lord by his presence, after which I returned to Baltimore. The elder\ngave me an appointment and collection, and I returned to Philadelphia.\nAnd on Sunday morning Bishop Allen gave me an appointment in Bethel\nChurch, and we had a shout in the Camp of Israel.\n\nI had spent six months in Maryland and I only remained in this city three\nor four weeks, during which time the Lord was with me, and opened my way\nthrough opposition, but I felt willing to suffer cheerfully.\n\n    Through tribulations deep\n    The way to glory is.\n\nI also preached in the Union Church, the Lord verified his promise\naccording to what he told Mary, to go, he would meet her, whomsoever I\nwill put forth I will go before, so there was a shaking among the dry\nbones. My mind soon became oppressed and craved to travel. In 1825 I left\nPhiladelphia for a journey through Pennsylvania. I spoke first at Weston;\nwe had an elder on West Chester Circuit, named Jacob Richardson. We had\nburied a young Christian before preaching the sermon, and gave me the\nsacrament sermon in the afternoon. I spoke from Matt. 26 chap. 26-27 ver.\nI felt as solemn as death; much weeping in the Church, tears stole down\nthe faces of the people.\n\nJacob Richardson was a spiritual preacher. God attended the word with\npower, and blessed his labors much on his circuit. From there a friend\ncarried me to Downingtown, where I took stage and went on to Lancaster;\nbut prospect not so good there; they had a new Church but not paid\nfor; the proprietor took the key in possession and deprived them of\nworshipping God in it. But I spoke in a dwelling house, and I felt a\ngreat zeal for the cause of God to soften that man\u2019s heart, or kill him\nout of the way; one had better die than many. Brother Israel Williams, a\nfew days, called to converse with him on the subject, and he gave him the\nkey; he was then on his death-bed, and died in a short time afterwards,\nand we must leave him in the hands of God, for he can open and no man\ncan shut. I went on to Columbia and spoke in the Church, and my tongue\nfails to describe the encouragement I met with. The Lord converted poor\nmourners, convicted sinners, and strengthened believers in the most holy\nfaith. God\u2019s name be glorified for the display of his saving power. I led\nclass, held prayer meetings, and left with a good conscience for little\nYork. The first sermon I preached was in the Church at 10 o\u2019clock in the\nmorning, from Mat. xxvi, 26, 27, to a large congregation. My faith it\nseemed almost failed me, for when I got in the stand, so hard was the\ntask that I trembled, and my heart beat heavy, but in giving out the\nhymn I felt strength of mind, and before I got through, I felt so much\nof life and liberty in the word, I could but wonder, and in the doctrine\nof Christ it was a sacramental sermon indeed to my soul. I spent some\nweeks there, and we enjoyed good meetings and powerful outpourings of\nthe Spirit. I truly met with both good and bad; my scenes were many and\nmy feelings various. I bless the Lord that the prayers of the righteous\navaileth much. After freeing my mind, I passed on to York Haven, and\npreached in a School-house to a white congregation; I was not left alone,\nbut was treated very well by a white Methodist lady. I took lodgings at\nher house all night; next afternoon took stage for Harrisburg, and when I\nstopped at the Hotel a gentleman introduced me to the Steward, who took\ncharge of me and escorted me to Mr. Williams, where I took supper. It was\non a New Year\u2019s evening; the colored congregation had expected me and\nmade a fire in our Church, but being late when I arrived, they had gone\nto hear a sermon in a white Methodist Church, and I had retired to rest\na while in the evening. When they returned they came after me, taking\nno excuse, and I had to come down stairs, go to the Church, and preach\na sermon for them, then 10 o\u2019clock at night. The text from Acts xv, 36.\nHymn 250th, as follows:\n\n    And now my soul another year\n      Of thy short life is past,\n    I cannot long continue here,\n      And this may be the last.\n\nThe effects of the gospel of Christ was no less than at other\ngreat seasons, but was wonderful\u2014backsliders reclaimed and sinners\nconverted\u2014there was mourning, weeping, shouting and praising of God for\nwhat he had done. I preached several sermons, and was well treated by all\ncircles of people. We had large congregations of well-behaved people; and\nfeeling my work done in this part, I proceeded to Carlisle, Pa. There\nwas a small body of members; I spoke and led class for them during the\ntime I was there, which was ten days; felt my discharge of God, and took\nstage to Shippensburg. There was great success at this place; fifteen\njoined the Church; some of the most hardened sinners became serious and\nreformed. I was astonished at the wonderful operations of the Spirit, and\nthe immense congregations. At the first sermon the house was crowded,\nand I had the good attention of the people. A man came into the house\nintoxicated, and offered to interrupt by speaking, but a gentleman\nput him out so quietly that it had no effect upon the meeting. When I\ncontemplate the goodness of God to the human family, in putting them in a\nproper capacity of choosing the way of salvation, I feel sometimes almost\nlost, to think that God has called such a worm as I to spread the common\nSaviour\u2019s name. But said the Lord, \u201cI will send by whom I will\u201d\u2014praise\nthe Lord who willeth not the death of sinners\u2014\u201cas I live, saith the Lord,\nI have no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but that they turn and\nlive.\u201d\n\nI then proceeded on to Chambersburg by stage, and met with one Rev.\nWinton, who displayed much of a christian disposition, and conversed\nfreely with me on the most particular points of the God-Head, for my\ninstruction, showing his benevolence. He knew I was a stranger\u2014he had\nfriends to go to at that place, but he offered to pay my bill for a room\nat the Inn. I never have forgot the goodness of that gentleman, who, I\nbelieve, to be a great gospel minister. I stopt at brother Snowden\u2019s,\nwho were very kind to me. The Lord continued to pour out His Spirit\nand clear the way for me, and also continued to convict, convert, and\nreclaim the backsliders in heart. There were very large congregations,\nboth in and out of doors, and great revivals throughout the circuit. The\nelders generally treated me well, for which may the Lord bless them and\ntheir labors in his vineyard, and add to the Church such as shall be\nforever saved from the power of sin\u2014may I take heed lest I fall, while\nI teach others. Saith the Apostle: \u201cPaul may plant and Apollos water,\nbut God must give the increase,\u201d for which I feel thankful. I remained\nin this place for some weeks, but being debilitated in body, I left for\nPhiladelphia about the middle of April. On my return, I met with such a\nsevere trial of opposition, that I thought I never would preach again,\nbut the Apostle says, \u201cye are not your own but are bought with a price.\u201d\nI feel glad that God is able to keep all that put their trust in him,\nthough the mis-steps of others often interrupt our own way\u2014I always\nfound friends on different parts of Globe. I preached and led classes\non my return. Praise God for his delivering grace\u2014\u201cOh the depth of the\nriches\u201d of the glory of God, how unsearchable are his ways; they are past\nfinding out\u2014a sea without bottom or shore. One thing is encouraging,\n\u201cWhen he who is my life shall appear, I shall be like him.\u201d \u201cI know my\nRedeemer liveth, and shall stand on the latter day upon the earth, and\nthough worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.\u201d Lord\nhelp me to keep this confidence. Rev. Richard Williams, a gentle and\nchristian-minded man, treated me well. God would not suffer me to be\ndestroyed. It is not by might or by power, but by the Spirit, saith the\nLord of hosts. Dear reader, give ear to the truth, for the mouth of the\nLord has spoken it.\n\n    If such a worm as I can spread\n      The common Saviour\u2019s name,\n    Let him who raised thee from the dead,\n      Quicken my mortal frame.\n\nOn my return I stopped at Lancaster; the Church was opened, and I\npreached to large congregations, and with powerful success; the dead were\nbrought to life by the preaching of the cross of Christ. From there I\nleft for Philadelphia.\n\nIn July, 1824, I felt an exercise of mind to take a journey to Reading,\nPa., to speak to the fallen sons and daughters of Adam. I left the city\nand stopped at Norristown on my way to Reading. I spoke in the Academy\nto a respectable congregation, the same evening I arrived there. I felt\na degree of liberty in speaking, though it was a quiet meeting, and I\nalso felt thankful that the Lord would manifest himself through such a\nworm as me. Next morning I walked four miles and stopped at Littleton\nMorris\u2019s, and preached two sermons on the Sabbath day, and God struck\na woman, and she had liked to have fallen to the floor; I spoke in the\nDunkard\u2019s meeting house. This ended my visit with them at this time. On\nTuesday I walked three miles to Schuylkill, to take the Canal boat on\nWednesday morning. I met in company with a Presbyterian minister and lady\non the boat; they treated me very kindly indeed. We arrived in Reading\nabout 7 o\u2019clock in the evening. I was recommended to a family in that\nplace, the man of which had once confessed religion, but had fallen from\ngrace, and they were very kind to me. The next morning I enquired for\nother respectable families of color, and an elderly lady of color that\nbelonged to the white connexion, and the only colored Methodist in the\nplace at that time, conveyed me to Mrs. Murray\u2019s, where I remained a\nwhile; then the elderly lady, just mentioned, feeling interested for me,\nwent to the proprietors of the Court-house with me, to see if we could\nget it to preach in, and like Esther the Queen, who fasted and prayed,\nand commanded the men of Jerusalem and the women of Zion to pray; as she\napproached the King the sceptre was bowed to her, and her request was\nanswered to the saving of Mordecai, and all the Jewish nation. When we\napproached this gentleman, who was the head Trustee of the Protestant\nChurch, I showed him my recommendation, and he answered me, \u201cMadam, you\ncan have it,\u201d and I felt humble to God for the answer. I felt it my\nduty to preach to the citizens, and accordingly made an appointment for\nSunday afternoon at 4 o\u2019clock. Rev. James Ward, a colored Presbyterian,\nassembled with us, although he was so prejudiced he would not let me in\nhis pulpit to speak; but the Lord made a way where there was no way to be\nseen; there was no person to intercede until this sister tried to open\nthe way; the men of color, with no spirit of christianity, remained idle\nin the enterprize, but we got possession and we had a large concourse\nof people. I spoke with the ability God gave me. I met with a family of\ncolor, but very respectable, that formerly had belonged to our Church\nin Baltimore; they invited me to their house, and it was a home to me,\npraise God. I held a meeting in their house previous to holding meetings\nin the Court-house; the white brethren and sisters assembled with us. We\ncalled on a minister\u2019s lady, and she treated me very kindly, while he,\nlike a Christian, united and helped to go through with the meetings. I\nvisited the Quaker friends (amounting to four only) then in the place,\nand very pleasant visits they were. A great number of christian friends\ncalled on me, among the rest this minister\u2019s lady, who left a donation\nin my hand, consequently the way was made where there was no way, but I\nleft in friendship. Praise God I feel the approbation now. It is to be\nlamented, that James Ward, colored, with his over-ruling prejudice, which\nhe manifested by saying no woman should stand in his pulpit, and with all\nthe advantages of a liberal education, was in a few weeks after I left\nthere, turned out of the Church.\n\nOn returning to Philadelphia, I stopped at Pottsgrove and found a Society\nof colored persons, christians I believe. We had solemn meetings there;\nI felt strength of mind. I met kind friends there, and visited a Church\nabout six miles off; preached in the morning; the Lord was with us; of\nthis truth my soul is a witness; in the afternoon I preached to a large\ncongregation. Next morning I left for Philadelphia. I continued to\npreach, paid some short visits about, and was welcomed home again.\n\nI left Philadelphia again for Lewistown, Del., to attend a camp meeting\nof the African Methodist Episcopal connexion, of which I was a member, to\nbe held in Gov. Paynter\u2019s Woods. There was immense large congregations,\nand a greater display of God\u2019s power I never saw. The people came from\nall parts, without distinction of sex, size, or color, and the display\nof God\u2019s power commenced from singing; I recollect a brother Camell\nstanding under a tree singing, and the people drew nigh to hear him, and\na large number were struck to the ground before preaching began, and\nsigns and wonders followed. There appeared to be a great union with the\nwhite friends. James Towson was the Elder holding the camp; he was in the\nbloom of the gospel of Christ. But poor brother, may the Lord give him a\nPeter\u2019s look by the way of mercy. Right Rev. Bishop Allen was present.\nThe ministry were all for me, and the Elder gave me an appointment, and\nthe Governor with a great concourse came to hear the weak female. My\nheart beat, my limbs trembled, and my voice was faint, but I spoke from\nEccles. xi, 9, 10. After I took my text, it appeared to me as if I had\nnothing to do but open my mouth, and the Lord filled it, consequently I\nwas much encouraged: it was an immense assembly of people.\n\n    Content with beholding his face,\n      I all to his pleasure resigned.\n\nAfter the camp-meeting was over, the Elder visited another camp-meeting,\nand left me in liberty to preach around the circuit, which I did,\nand afterwards returned to Lewistown, and spoke in the old Methodist\nmeeting-house; I had a great time among my colored brethren. I feel\nthankful to my friends for their kindness to me, especially to brother\nPeter Lewis, whose house was a home to me. I had much happiness in\nleading class and prayer meetings; preaching the gospel seemed to be\nthe great task. Brother Lewis conveyed me to Georgetown; I spoke in our\ncolored people\u2019s Church, and we enjoyed ourselves very much; the Lord\ndrew people from all quarters; a wonderful outpouring of the Spirit\nindeed; weeping in all directions. It is a good sign to see tears of\ncontrition stealing down the cheeks of the hearers; it makes me believe\nthe word is sanctioned. The last place was at the head of the river; I\nthen returned to Lewistown, and in a few days I left for Philadelphia.\nI had a very uncomfortable passage; very sea-sick indeed\u2014the vessel\ncould not come out of the mouth of the creek for a couple of days, in\nconsequence of a severe storm, after which we arrived in the city on\nTuesday morning. After a short stay in the city, I took a visit to\nTrenton, Dec. 25. I spoke as usual, for there we had lively meetings,\nafter which I had no home, but the Lord provides, for sister Roberts and\nfamily were my friends and took me in, and we often had sweet counsel\ntogether. From there I went to Princeton. The Elder, Joseph Harper, of\nour connexion, was a friend to me, but I had to withstand a beast at\nPrinceton, in opposition, like the one I had to front on Bucks county\ncircuit; the former named Thomas Voris, a local preacher, and using the\nlanguage of the Psalmist prophesying in reference to the Saviour, \u201cmine\nequal, my guide hath lifted up his heel against me.\u201d We had preached\u2014he\ninvited me to come to his house to hold meetings the next week, but I was\ntaken sick for a few days, but in the interval, S. R., of Attleborough\nCircuit, had a Quarterly meeting. They consulted together to stop me from\npreaching in Princeton; so his door was shut, but bless the Lord, another\nwas opened, Brother Thomas Vinsant, his sister\u2019s husband, a Christian\nman, opened his house. We had a powerful time. I came in the town on\nSaturday, the next day I walked two miles and spoke twice. It was Thomas\u2019\nappointment on Sabbath morning, and he had but two persons to meet him\nin class. An invitation came to me to make an appointment for Wednesday\nnight in the Coloured Presbyterian Church, upon the grant of Rev. Mr.\nWoodhall, elder of that order in Princeton. Thos. Vorris, though a\nMethodist, was like a roaring lion\u2014went to Elder Woodhall for him to stop\nit, as I was informed. But the meeting went on, it was a respectable, and\ncomfortable congregation. I preached and led class and prayer meetings,\nand read, and explained the Scriptures. We had mourning and rejoicing,\nand I saw the kingdom of Satan fall. When Brother J. H. came round again,\nfrom some cause, he removed Thomas from that class, as they would not\nmeet him, and placed him over one of five or six persons; also impeached\nhim, taking his license from him, and left him only verbally licenced.\nGlory to God for his Divine power. I do not rejoice for his downfall,\nbut for God\u2019s grace which enables me to stand against the enemies of\nthe Cross. Glory to God, I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, for\nit is the power of God unto salvation. I spoke from Ephe. 2d chap. 8th\nver. I felt life and liberty in word and doctrine. Thank God for the\nvictory, Brother Oakham, one of the Elders of the Coloured Presbyterian\nChurch, invited me to their house, and himself and wife treated me like\nChristians, which, I believe, they were; my heart glows toward them. I\nheld a meeting in a dwelling house.\n\nJan., 1827. Contemplating on the great responsibility I owe to my God\nfor my stewardship, I fain would go round the Cross or shrink beneath\nthe load, but I rest upon the promises of God, which are as firm of the\npillars of heaven. My labors here cease a little.\n\nApril, 1827. My health having been bad, I have not travelled so largely,\nand in this, as in some other moments of reflection, I felt somewhat\noppressed, and I resorted to the Hymn Book for something to suit my\nfeelings; the poetry as follows:\n\n    1. Soon as I heard my Father say,\n          Ye children seek my grace,\n        My heart replies, without delay,\n          I\u2019ll seek my father\u2019s face.\n\n    2. Let not thy face be hid from me,\n          Nor frown my soul away,\n        God of my life I fly to thee\n          In a distressing day.\n\n    3. Should friends and kindred, near and dear,\n          Leave me to want and die.\n        My God will make my life his care,\n          And all my wants supply.\n\n    4. My fainting flesh had died with grief,\n          Had not my soul believed\n        To see thy grace prove a relief,\n          Nor was my hope deceived.\n\n    5. Wait on the Lord, ye trembling Saints,\n          And keep your courage up,\n        He\u2019ll raise your spirit when it faints,\n          And far exceed your hope.\n\nHowever I went to Baltimore in the same month with the Bishop and\nElders, and enjoyed myself under great preaching, and preached several\nsermons. Praise God, and the slain of the Lord appeared to be many. After\nConference, my mind led me over to Eastern Shore the second time; spent\na few days with the Church. (Peter D. Schuman, Elder of the charge) and\nthen returned to Baltimore, from there to the city of Philadelphia, and\nthen made some short visits from 40 to 60, and from that to 100 miles\nround about; then down to Lewistown Camp-meeting, the second time; then\nto a Camp-meeting at Mount Ephraim, N. J. The last of August I left for\nNew York Camp, on arriving there I spoke once or twice. The same as at\nother places, our camp-meeting was not as great as I have seen before.\nI spoke in both the Churches. We had a good time together, rejoicing in\nthe Lord. I left then for Albany; had a pleasant passage up the North\nriver, one hundred and sixty miles; the mountains and their stupendous\nlooks preached to me in my journey through. Oh, the wisdom of God, and\nhow marvellous in our eyes; enough to convince the infidel, yea, the\nAtheist, that there is some first cause. From the effects produced,\nlook at the ingenuity of mankind, which actually comes from God, and is\ndisplayed in building steamboats, and other great novelties in mechanism.\nWe accomplished the route the same day we started, and I found myself\nentirely among strangers. But I made inquiry for Methodist friends,\nand found brother Streeter, a coloured family, very respectable. They\ntreated me very kind; they were under the white Bishop, and I under the\ncoloured. But the same faith, same doctrine, same Baptism, same spirit.\nGlory to God. Among the coloured people, the Baptists had the ascendancy.\nThere was a large hall prepared for me, and we had a large congregation\nof different denominations. I spoke from these words and this Gospel of\nthe kingdom shall be preached unto all the world as for a witness, and\nthen shall the end come. God owned the word, sinners screamed; some fell\nto the floor, others wept, while Christians rejoiced. A lady of color\nwas present, though she was a member of the Dutch Presbyterian Church;\nher husband belonged to no Church, but was under an exercise of mind.\nThe Lord reached his heart, he mourned more than three days. They sent\nfor me to come to their house. I paid them a visit, and held prayer\nmeeting at their house. That Sabbath two weeks he joined the Methodist\nChurch. I spoke three times the first Sabbath afternoon; we had a large\ncongregation, at night still larger. Text. Never man spake like this\nman. God\u2019s spirit was poured out in a miraculous manner. On the ensuing\nthird day evening I spoke again, from these words. And came seeking fruit\non the tree and found none. To all appearance there was nothing done,\nbut God directed the word to the heart of a little girl, a gentleman\u2019s\ndaughter, between eleven and twelve years of age. She joined the Church\nbefore I left there. A good old Missionary, by the name of Mitchell,\ncame to the city before I left, and preached three sermons, in which\nthere was a great revival. The Elder appointed prayer meetings, north\nand south of the city of Albany. I preached two or three sermons in a\nschool house, the last I spoke was in Brother Streeter\u2019s house, from St.\nMatt. Chap. 21 ver. 12th. I thank God for the comfortable visit I had\nthere in the discharge of my duty. This Methodist preacher, Mitchell,\nhad a book with him called the Essence of John Steward, a coloured man,\nwith his miraculous call to the ministry, the first one who succeeded in\nChristianizing the Methodist Indians in Sandusky and that province, and\nhe sold them in Albany, and it seemed to have its desired effect also\nwith the revival, in encouraging us to hold a fast.\n\nHow good to contemplate or to think the heathen has caught the sound of\nsalvation through the name of Jesus, our Lord. I saw a goodly number\nadded to the Church on Sabbath-day. I still continued engaged in my mind\nwith the Lord, in their behalf, when I was informed that they had three\nand four of an evening at their prayer meetings, then my mind felt at\nliberty to leave for Schenectady. Sister Streeter rode with me fourteen\nmiles; I stopped eleven days, at which place there was a large upper\nroom that was appropriated for a preaching place, where I spoke to a\nsmall number of coloured persons several times. They were under the white\nelder, he was a friend to me, and appointed a meeting for me in the white\nBrother\u2019s house to speak for them. We had a favourable time. But the\npeople, feeling an uninterested spirit in propagating the religion of\nJesus Christ, I left the dust with them. Got on board a Canal boat for\nUtica, there I met with my own connexion, African Methodist Episcopal\nChurch, we had a prosperous time. I spoke and had prayer meetings on\nboard of the Canal boat. There was a pasture there notwithstanding the\ndifficulties of this life and the people being hunted like partridges\non the mountain. It deprives a man\u2019s usefulness among the people, but\nthe work of the Lord went on, and there is no weapon formed by the enemy\nthat can stop the work of God. Therefore we have nothing to fear. We\nhave large and respectable congregations, and I felt strengthened in\nwarning man to flee from the wrath to come. If signs and wonders did not\nfollow sometimes, I must certainly die, but glory to God for refreshing\nshowers. I led class, had prayer meetings, and took my passage on another\ncanal boat for Rochester; had a pleasant passage. I soon found some\nMethodists, and our local Elder was then a smart preacher. I was there\nthree or four weeks, and he treated me very kindly and opened my way.\nThey erected a new brick church, basement for schools; the corner-stone\nwas laid while I was there. The elder was a man of good repute; people\nof color of different denominations, but much united together. The elder\nheld the charge from there to Buffalo, he had then a Quarterly Meeting\non hand. I left Rochester with him and rode about seventy miles. Next\nmorning I left Lewistown and rode seven miles, crossed the Lakes, on the\nBritish side. When we left Rochester the snow was ankle deep, when ten\nmile from Lewistown, it became dry and hard, and when we crossed the\nLakes it was clear and cold, and the air very pure. I told the elder\nthis was the first time I ever breathed pure air. I walked about a mile\nand the first house I stopped at was sister Holmes\u2019. I felt strange and\nlonely. I waited to see if the peace of God would abide on the house.\nPrevious to my being introduced, I arose from my chair and the power of\nGod fell upon the people, and, it seemed to me, that God answered me.\nI was fully convinced that God would make bare his arm, in this part\nof his moral vineyard. We had a Church in Niagara; the elder made an\nappointment there, and forty or fifty miles round the circuit, being now\nabout six hundred miles from Philadelphia. I felt the loss of my former\ncompanions and friends, the elder and deacon, in two days time left for\nBuffalo, to hold a quarterly meeting in York state about seventy miles.\nI commenced to speak for the people, and God owned the word, and I saw\nmany displays of his power\u2014the people in Niagara seemed to me to be a\nkind and Christian like people. The white inhabitants united with us, and\nladies of great renown. The slaves that came there felt their freedom,\nbegan to see the necessity of education, and hired a white man to teach\nthem to read and write among themselves, and have Sabbath schools. I am\nastonished to see so many there that came from a free state, and not\ntake more interest in instilling the science of education among their\nfellow beings. The winter was cold\u2014I never had experienced such\u2014but\nvery healthy. I went to a town called Niagara. I spoke in a dwelling\nhouse. The next night I spoke in the Old Methodist Church to a large\ncongregation of respectable people. There were three ladies, one the\nwidow of a great Judge, and one daughter and sister of first education;\nthey sympathized with me in this important work of the Gospel of Christ.\nThey assembled with us in our meeting. A little girl about 8 or 9 years\nof age experienced religion and prayed in public, and attended to their\nprivate devotion, so much for early piety. Teach the child the way he\nshould go and when he gets old he will not depart from it. But, it is to\nbe lamented, that so few of our children experience this early piety;\nthe cause we must try to find out and avoid the evil effects, and not\nbring up our children in so much pride and heathenism. We, as a people,\nare generally poor and cannot support so many changes of fashion; they\ngrow up and crave it, and oftimes substitute evil practices to support\nthemselves, either girls or boys, and often bring a stigma upon their\nparents and family connexions, though very respectable. Let us bring up\nour children in industry, for work is honorable, and it is the way to get\nriches and to keep them. I travelled back and forward again from Niagara\nto Buffalo, and had regular appointments in our Churches. We had a great\nopposition among the coloured people, one trying to excel the other in\npoint of eminence. One of our preachers left us on the promise of forty\ndollars per year. Poor man, he was like Simon Magus who perished with\nhis money. Our Circuit rider was absent on the Sunday of the split, but\nthe Lord was with us. I spoke three times to the remaining part of the\ncongregation, which was increased much by a large body of bystanders,\nand great good followed; and we continued to sow and gather for two or\nthree months, and the Lord blessed our labors abundantly. Feeling I had\ndischarged my duty, I left and crossed the Lake from Buffalo to Fort\nGeorge, and spoke about eight miles from there, it was cold and snowed\nvery fast\u2014it was four o\u2019clock in the afternoon\u2014the congregation had\nbeen there and gone. We were in a sleigh, and the driver got lost; we\nall brought up in a swamp, among the fallen tree tops, but we turned\nabout and found a house and lodged all night; and spoke next morning at\neleven o\u2019clock to a quiet congregation, and the Lord was with us, though\ncomposed of all denominations. I appointed another meeting and rode about\neight miles on horseback\u2014it snowed and was very sleety\u2014after I spoke to\nthe people I left them for good and made an appointment for the Indians;\ntwo of the chiefs called at where I stopped to see me. I asked them to\npray for us; they complied, but done it in their own tongue. I felt the\npower of God in my own heart. Then they held a council about it, and\ngranted my visit at Buffalo village, about three miles from Buffalo city.\nWe rode and got there before their worshipping hour, their school had\nnot dismissed, after a while they dismissed school\u2014of 50 children\u2014and\nas they gathered to worship I saw an old chief come, he stood and prayed\nvery devoutly, tears running down his cheek. I told them I had not come\nto worship with them, and wanted to preach for them after their worship\nended. They held a council and they agreed I should preach for them, but\nI could not help admiring the ways as well as gestures of the children.\nThe teachers bring them up in the English language and dress some of them\nin the English style, but the greatest number are clad in the Indian\nstyle; those of the old Indians in their blankets. Some of them met me\nfrom seven or eight miles round\u2014they filled the house. It was in the\nmonth of March\u2014it rained and snowed\u2014yet they walked in their moccasins,\nand some bare-headed\u2014they made a large congregation. Their Elder or\nmissionary had gone to teach another tribe that day, and he only taught\nthem very plainly, and read out of pamphlets the experiences of others.\nI commenced by giving out the hymn in our language, and the interpreter\nspoke in their tongue. Hymn thus, O for a thousand tongues to sing, &c.\nThey sung it beautiful,\u2014two long benches of them sung by note (their\nbooks printed in their own language) a very familiar note tune, such as\nwe use in congregations. I spoke plain and deliberate and very pointed,\nthe interpreter spoke it after me in the Indian tongue, and one of the\nwomen cried out Amen. Much weeping among them, dear reader, take notice,\nnotwithstanding they are a nation revolted from Israel, and would not\nbe governed. Yet they can be civilized and christianized. We might call\nthem heathens, but they are endowed with a Christian spirit. I felt happy\nin my visit; the missionary wished me to speak for them that evening,\nbut I had an appointment that night at Buffalo, after which my mind\nwas calm and serene. I left on Tuesday, 1st of April, on my return for\nPhiladelphia, and arrived home May 18th.\n\nThat year I travelled two thousand three hundred and twenty-five miles,\nand preached one hundred and seventy-eight sermons. Praise God for health\nand strength, O my soul, and magnify his name for protection through\nvarious scenes of life.\n\n    God of my life whose gracious power\n      Through various deaths my soul has led,\n    Or turned aside the fated hour,\n      Or lifted up my sinking head.\n\nWhile I was in Buffalo, a journey to the West was shewed to me so plain\nthat I could not stop in the city of Philadelphia but five weeks only,\nthen left for the western country. I started in a mail stage, and\nstopped first at Westtown and spoke in our own connexion Church, and\nthen at West Chester in the old Methodist Episcopal white connexion. We\nhad a large congregation of quiet hearers. I felt liberty but no great\ndisplays of God\u2019s power. I had several meetings in different places,\nvisiting the sick. Having discharged my duty I left there and proceeded\non to Old Lancaster and spent some days. We have a good Church there,\nand great meetings\u2014the word of the Lord grew and was multiplied. God\npoured out his spirit upon us, and we had a shout in the camp. I then\nstarted for Columbia, Pa. The people are much divided, and it looked\nvery gloomy, but God directed me and he commanded his disciple to be a\nsheep among wolves, and harmless as doves, notwithstanding the darkness,\nGod aided me in speaking to the people, and aided them in hearing, and\nhis name was praised. The people united, temptations and clouds were\nvanished away. Then we sung, prayed, spake, and shouted in the spirit,\nthis is true Methodism. I led class, visited the sick and was much\nfavoured with the presence of the Lord. Our faith was increased, our\nhopes confirmed. The preachers were kind and treated me well, and by\ntheir help I travelled on my journey to Harrisburg. Feeling thankful\nfor the visit I had paid it seemed gloomy here, but I spoke there next\nday. I took stage and rode to Chambersburg, and spent some days there,\nand proceeded on to Fredericktown, Maryland, and spoke there from there\nto Hagerstown, Macallansburg, and, I must confess, I do not remember of\never seeing such a people, for, it seemed strong drink had been their\nruin. The circuit minister was there, and we had some signs and wonders\nto follow after the preaching of the cross of Christ, and I trust to\nmeet some of them on the banks of deliverance, and help to swell the\nnotes of redeeming love. After the preacher left me I took stage for\nPittsburgh, at eight in the evening, rode all night until eight in the\nmorning. I was kindly treated, there were other persons in the stage,\nfour of them gentlemen, as I thought there was one who talked a great\ndeal, wise in his own conceit, about religion, and from that he displayed\na quantity of degraded principle, with disgusting language, at which I\nmade several sharp replies, and in my way, reprimanded him and the other\ngentlemen looked on him with silent contempt, at which he got ashamed,\nand afterwards treated me with great politeness, and I was comfortable\nand arrived in Pittsburgh at 5 o\u2019clock in the afternoon. I went to Church\nthat night and heard a sermon from one of my brothers. I met with six\nor seven ministers, very friendly, and treated me like Christians. I\nremained in Pittsburgh six weeks, there had been one or two revivals\nprevious to my visit, especially the winter before I arrived, last day\nof August, 1820. My labors commenced\u2014the field was large\u2014but the Lord\nwas with us\u2014this gave me much encouragement, I was not ashamed of the\nGospel\u2014it is the power of God unto salvation, to every one that believes,\nboth Jew or Gentile. We had very good meetings, the Elder and preachers,\nall received me with one accord\u2014thanks to God for his divine goodness\u2014I\nfelt moved by the Lord to pay Wheeling a visit although we had no society\nthere, I arrived and found but a small class of coloured people with\nthe whites, an old gentleman of color with the elder in charge granted\nme the Church\u2014the elder being a great preacher of college order. We had\na large congregation; I spoke for them once, and gave an exhortation at\nanother time, and felt no difficulty on that head, and after that they\ncould not treat me well enough. And, on the ensuing Sabbath, I helped\nto lead class; and we all enjoyed ourselves, and on Tuesday I left for\nWashington, according as I had promised our elder before I left him. On\nmy arrival there I met kind friends, and a large congregation of coloured\npeople. On Lord\u2019s day I met the class; the people spoke with humility\u2014it\nwas a melting down time\u2014in the Spirit of God I preached several sermons,\nvisited the sick, and, in this spirit strove to uphold the aged. Feeling\na discharge of my duty I left for Steubensville, Ohio, and met a small\nsociety\u2014some true Christians there; no Church there; the Baptists granted\ntheir Church; we had meetings there, and the Lord was with us\u2014quiet\ncongregations\u2014and the word had effect in the hearts of sinners\u2014and\nbelievers were established. I stopped a few days and left in the name\nof the Lord. I proceeded on to Mt. Pleasant, and arrived on seventh day\nevening, and the trustee gave me an appointment on Sabbath morning. At\n11 o\u2019clock I was feeble in both body and mind, but the Lord was with us\naccording to promise, think not what ye shall say, but open thy mouth\nand I will fill it saith the Lord, he caused a shaking among the dry\nbones, that morning. I think if any creature has a right to praise God\nI have, and that in thankfulness, and I love him because he first loved\nme. Bless his name. I preached several sermons to large gatherings, but\nrevivals not so manifest as at other places. I had some difficulty in\nthat journey, but only what is common among us; for many times deceitful\npersons will set the Church on fire but can\u2019t burn it up.\n\nMoses saw it as a bush in a flame, yet not consumed. We have to be tried\nas gold in the fire. After my visit was out a brother (leader in the\nChurch) conveyed me ten miles on my way, I stopped at Sinclairsville;\nthere was an appointment published on the next evening. At 7 o\u2019clock\nI spoke in the Court house to a large concourse of well behaved and\nrespectable citizens. I felt at liberty and left in peace of mind which\nmakes the work sweet. I was aided on to Cap-teen, a settlement of\ncoloured people; some from the lower counties; but they are industrious,\nand have a Church of their own, and were about to send their children\nto school, I held several meetings and there was some very respectable\npeople of colour\u2014and the Lord was with us\u2014I stopped with an aged family,\nvery respectable, they treated me very kind, and between 2 and 3 weeks,\nI left in peace with God and man, and went to Barnsborough and spoke in\nthe white Methodist Episcopal Church, from thence to Zanesville, at which\nplace I felt much discouraged from the appearance of things. I did not\nthink of tarrying there, but at the first appointment I chose the words\n\u201cI am not ashamed of the Gospel.\u201d\u2014Paul. The room was very small for\nthe number of people, after which an old man well scented with ardent\nspirits, tried to give an exhortation. I was astonished at the scene, the\npeople laughed, I got up and went out. I tried to labor again at night\nand exhort the young ladies to the evil consequences of ill-behavior in\nthe Church of God; after which we had better order, and the old gentleman\nwas discovered to be intoxicated with spiritous liquor, and was disowned\nfrom the Church, after which there was a great revival took place among\nthe white Methodists, both rich and poor.\n\nMrs. Dillin, who once was a Friend, and now a member of the Church,\nspoke to the Trustees and Ministers, and they opened the Church and I\nspoke twice in that Church, and after that I spoke in West Zanesville,\nback of that place, and I still remained among my colored friends, and\nthey seemed much revived; after which they formed a Resolution to build\nthemselves a Meeting House. A Quaker Friend, so called, presented them\nwith a piece of ground to build one on, which they did. Glory to God, for\nhis glory stood over the doors of the Tabernacle. Many were convicted,\nand converted, and many added to the old Methodist Church, and I left\nthere on New-Years day for New-Lancaster, where we had a Church, standing\non a frame of a house for three or four years, and had not been used\nto preach in; but the Lord opened the way, and a great revival took\nplace among the people, and their eyes being opened, they with willing\nminds commenced and built a new Church, and God blessed their labors. I\npreached several Sermons and led Class, &c. My common way is to visit the\nsick and afflicted in whatsoever city I may stop in, that I may get my\nspiritual strength renewed in the Lord. Although I preached the Gospel\nthrough the Commission of my Lord, yet, I have nothing to boast of.\n\nI opened a Love-Feast in the said Church in New Lancaster. We held\nPrayer Meetings. I spoke in the White\u2019s Church also. The people were\nvery friendly. I met them in Class, and after the lapse of eleven days,\nI left for Columbus. The Preachers generally were very kind to me. Both\nwhite and colored. A worthy brother conducted me on further. It snow\u2019d,\nand I was very cold, but the Lord was with us, and my mind was free\u2019d.\nBut notwithstanding, I met an antagonist, who was ready to destroy my\ncharacter, and the principles of the Work that God saw good to make me\ninstrumental of doing in his name, which caused me to open the case\nto the Trustees and Preachers, who were much astonished at him to be\npreaching four or five years with malice in his heart. I was favored to\nsee him in the morning before he went away, that was the first time he\nhad spoke to me anything like a Christian in that time. He knew from the\nfirst period I went to him to satisfy his mind. But his heart was bitter.\nI felt his spirit like a viper. But the word of the Lord was verified at\nthat time also. \u201cWhen the Tempter raises a flood against you, I will set\nup a standard against him.\u201d He told me he had sent a letter to Pittsburg\nto stop me, although I had my Licence from the Bishop, with his own\nsignature. I told him he was a worse enemy to me than I was aware of, and\nI was ashamed of him, professing to be a Preacher in charge, and setting\nsuch an example in a strange land, and begged him to throw away his\nprejudices, or he would never obtain the Kingdom of Heaven. He left me\nin a flash, and I saw him no more until Conference. I wrote a letter to\nBishop Allen to let him know of my grievances, as I was innocent of any\ncrime. I felt under no obligation to bear the reproaches of progressing\nPreachers; and I wanted it settled at Conference. But it was looked upon\nwith little effect by the Preachers and Leaders. I laid it before the\nConference, and it was settled. But I tarried all winter. Preached, led\nClass, visited the sick, &c., with great success. I bless God for the\nwitness of a good conscience. Old Sinners were awakened, and constrained\nto come trembling, and enquiring the way to Zion.\n\nL. W., a respectable brother from Chillicothe, had never heard a woman\npreach, and was much opposed to it. An appointment was given me, and\nwhen I went into the desk and commenced reading the hymn to commence the\nworship, he looked at me a while, then got up and went out and stood\nuntil I had nearly got through the hymn, and then he came in, when I\nasked him to pray for us but he refused. I prayed myself, after which I\ntook my text, and felt much liberty in speaking in the spirit indeed.\nAnd after meeting he came and shook hands with me in the spirit of a\nchristian, and next day he came and confessed to me his prejudices had\nbeen so great, so much like his father, that he could not unite with\nme, but now he believed that God was no respecter of persons, and that\na woman as well as a man, when called of God, had a right to preach. He\nafterwards became a licensed preacher, and we parted in peace. I took the\nstage and left for Chillicothe, but there was but one house that would\nopen for me in the city, although I had my recommendation with me. As\nsoon as that friend heard of me she met me in christian bonds, and her\nhouse was my home, her husband being a man of christian qualifications,\nand I went on my mission doing my Father\u2019s will. I spoke once in the week\nand on Sabbath afternoon, to crowded houses; it was like a camp-meeting,\nand twenty-one lay under the power of God at one time; after preaching\nwe called them up to be prayed for; some got religion that day and some\non the next Sabbath, and the father L. W. became one of my best friends,\nand a doer of the work. There was large fields of labor open to my view,\nand I visited both colored and white, and many were concerned about\nsanctification. I was with them about six weeks, during which time I had\nan interview with a lady, who informed me she had a call to preach the\neverlasting gospel of Christ. She was a Presbyterian by profession, and\nshe told me she feared the church government. But the greatest objection\nwas, her husband was a Deist by profession; she also told me of her\nexperience she passed through; it was a broken heart and a contrite\nspirit. God answers the prayers of such a supplicant, but she could not\nenjoy that sweet fulness of religion in that situation of life, although\nvery rich as regards this world\u2019s goods; also knowing that gold and\nsilver should vanish away, but the word of God should endure forever. And\nsome feel their labors a long time before it comes to perfection. Our\nMethodist sisters established a prayer meeting, and the people worked in\nthe unity of the spirit, and much good was done in the name of the Holy\nchild. Glory to God for what my heart feels while I use my pen in hand.\nI felt peace of conscience and left Chillicothe for Hillsborough to meet\na quarterly meeting of W. C., he being Elder at that place; the Governor\nand his family residing there, six in number, were all Methodists, and\none son a preacher; they had the spirit of christians. The trustees of\nthe Methodist church opened their doors and gave us liberty to hold our\nquarterly meeting and love feast in their church, and we had a good time.\nThe friends mostly gave me a small donation, which was very thankful;\nafter which I left there for Cincinnati, where I spoke to a large\ncongregation. I stop\u2019t at Williamsport and spoke in the white Methodist\nchurch to a respectable congregation. I felt liberty in the spirit of\nGod, and we left there about daybreak in the morning. All nature seemed\nin silence (except the chirping notes of a little bird.) A few rods from\nus a Panther screamed very loud and sudden, but we could not see him, it\nbeing a dense thicket on either side of the road, but the unseen arm of\nGod sheltered us from harm; one of the gentlemen seemed quite used to\nhearing them. We arrived safe in Cincinnati about 11 o\u2019clock; the Elder\nW. C. was very liberal in giving me appointments, and the friends were\nvery affectionate to me, and large congregations attended. I remained\nthere some time, feeling to be blessed in my weak endeavors to a great\nextent. The next day after I arrived there, one of our sisters fell sick\nand I had the pleasure of visiting her on her death-bed, and in her last\nhour she told me in presence of others, her peace was made, and raised\nher hands toward heaven and told us she was going. This is the end of\nsister Crosby; who can doubt this faithful saying, by grace ye are saved.\nA month or more previous, she had buried a daughter, who was a member of\nour church; before she left the world, she called her young companions\nand caused them to promise to meet her in heaven, and then closed her\neyes triumphing in death. Brother Crosby laid the heavy task on me to\npreach their funeral sermons, which I did, as feeble a worm as I am, on\nSabbath morning. Words of my choice were found in 2d Ephe. 8th v:\u2014\u201cFor by\ngrace ye are saved through faith, and that not of yourselves, it is the\ngift of God,\u201d which of itself is a sermon to all that believe\u2014glory to\nGod, Christ has overcome the world. And while laboring many tears were\nshed both in joy and sorrow. But it\u2019s better to be one day in the house\nof the Lord than a thousand in the tents of the wicked.\n\nAnother circumstance worthy of notice, was a young man whose heart was in\nthe world and in worldly affairs, or the pursuits of nature, and diverted\nmuch of his time on Sabbath days on the Mississippi River, fighting\nagainst all impressions of the Spirit of grace, until God stopped him\nby the heavy hand of his power, in a death-bed affliction. After some\ntime he began to inquire the way to Zion. His mother was also a stranger\nto the blood of Jesus, but wished me to come and see her son; being\nconducted to the house, I found him looking like an anatomy. I asked him\nif he believed in Christ and his all sufficiency to save; his answer\nwas in the affirmative. We had prayers with him and there was a display\nof God\u2019s power; a white woman screamed and nearly fell to the floor,\nbut strove hard to keep from it. And on that day he acknowledged his\nSaviour to be reconciled to his poor soul. Praise God! my soul replied.\nAfterwards he wished me to hold a meeting with as many persons as the\nroom would contain with him, which I accepted; one day and night after,\nhe departed this life, and requested me to preach his funeral sermon\nat the house before the procession moved to the ground. I spoke from\nthe 14th chap. 13 v., and we had a solemn time; you may anticipate the\nweight of that important task, but we had joy in the midst of sorrow, and\nthis was the last of James Thompson. I also left his sister in the last\nstage of consumption, and she confessed to be in favor with the Lord.\nHaving finished my visit, I left in steamboat for Dayton. I spoke three\ntimes, and tried to preach the whole salvation, God the Father, God the\nSon, and God the Holy Ghost. The members of the New-light church deny\nthe divinity of Christ. Once I spoke in a large dwelling of Dr. Esley,\nafter which himself and wife went on a journey to Indiana and wished me\nto go with them, but I was deprived by a previous engagement, having\nto attend a camp-meeting at Cap-teen. After my return to Urbana, Ohio,\nI took stage for Springfield, and from there to Columbus, and spoke\nseveral times. The Elder\u2019s class consisted of about twenty; a young man\nand myself led the class in 1829. The Elder W. C. ordered a camp-meeting\nfor the Cincinnati people, and the brother at Cap-teen and Rev. Bishop\nBrown, held a conference, and we had a very large camp-meeting, and\nmanifestations of great good, and at the close of the Love-feast, there\nwere thirty-two or three testified that they experienced the love of\nGod. The people of color came out forcibly, and the preachers preached\nin power. My health was much destroyed by speaking so often and laboring\nso very hard, having a heavy fever preying upon my system. I was called\nupon to speak at a camp-meeting, I could scarcely accomplish the task,\nand I was obliged to take my bed (having also lost my appetite) as soon\nas my sermon was over. After a while my particular friends conveyed\nme to Mount Pleasant in a carriage; the day was pleasant, but in the\nwoods at night we were overtaken by a dreadful storm of thunder, wind\nand rain, but through the will of Providence I escaped the inclemency\nof the weather and stopped at brother and sister Hance\u2019s; after being\nmedically renovated, I fulfilled an appointment, and commenced to visit\nthe sick in that place, but was arrested by a heavy fever. A physician\nwas called, and by daybreak my senses left me, so severe was the disease,\nwhich caused the physician to visit me two and three times a day, which\nproved to be the bilious fever. After my mind returned and became calm,\nI was convinced that it would not terminate in death at that time. I\nhad faith in the Lord. Eleven days I lived on rice water and chicken\ntea without salt, at the end of which time I felt an appetite to eat. I\nhad been under a deep sallavation which proved a blessing in effecting\na cure. After a lapse of four weeks I was enabled to get out of that\nhouse, but very weak; my money was short; I left seven dollars with them\nhoping the Lord may bless them; then I returned to brother Hance, and was\nwell treated. I commenced preaching, though very weak, and I accepted\nan appointment on Sabbath in the white Methodist Episcopal church, to a\nwell-behaved congregation, about ten miles distance. I had to be carried\nto the carriage in a blanket and returned the same way, and was well\ntaken care of by brother and sister Moor and family, for which may the\nLord bless them in basket and store. Elder Jones gave me an invitation to\ngo to Pittsburg and try to gather a little strength, which I accepted,\nand was kindly taken care of by brother Lewis and wife, which I very much\nprofited by the assistance of his family doctor, which he called in amid\nthe blessings of Providence; this was in May, 1830. I then commenced to\nlabor amid the souls of the people, which are precious. After gaining\nstrength in body and mind in my recovery, I spoke to a good number of\ncolored friends on the Hill, and they were about to build a church for\nworship as they owned the property. When I was able to travel, one of\nthe preacher\u2019s wives and a kind brother conducted me on to Washington,\nfrom which I took stage for Mount Pleasant; labored for them, enjoyed\na love-feast with them, and in a few days left for St. Clairsville and\nthe next successive place; then took stage for Zanesville, continuing to\nlabor around the circuit, and then went to Columbus. I was invited to\nattend a quarterly meeting at Urbana; we had quite a profitable waiting\nupon the Lord; it makes me glad when they say let us go up to the house\nof the Lord. After trying to rest myself four or five weeks, a brother\npreacher, in company with brother Steward\u2019s widow and myself, visited the\nIndians, she having lived nine years in Sandusky. We heard them preach in\ntheir own language, but I could only understand when he said Jesus Christ\nor God, and the interpreter had gone to conference. I spoke to them in\nEnglish, was entertained in an Indian family, and that very kindly,\nafter which I shook the dust off my feet and left them in peace. Thank\nthe Lord for Urbana. The Elder appointed a camp-meeting at Hillsborough;\nit was nothing to boast off; after which I turned towards Philadelphia.\nBrother Rains paid my stage fare on to Springfield; there I endeavored\nto speak to a small and very quiet congregation; from thence to Columbus\nand paid seven dollars and a half, and left for Wheeling; stopped at a\ncamp-meeting at the request of the Wheeling friends, but it seemed that\nboth the golden wedge and Babalonish garment was there, as the wheel\ncould not turn, for Christ said I could not do many mighty works on\naccount of your unbelief; the Devil was at work, but the Lord was above.\n\nI spoke at Wilkesbarre to both white and colored, Baptists and\nMethodists, and had an invitation to preach in the afternoon, had good\ncongregations, and tears of contrition were visible in many places. I\nhad life and liberty. I next visited Wheeling, stopped a few days and\nlabored several times, which was much blessed, and the Elder organized a\nnew class of twenty-one young men, brother and myself led them the first\ntime, and they seemed very zealous. But in a few months the severity of\nthe Laws stopped their religious privileges, which is an honor to any\npeople; while sin is a reproach to any Nation. I then paid $10 and took\npassage to Hagerstown. My health was poor. Passengers consisted of three\nwhite ladies, members of the Episcopal Church, and one old gentleman, (a\nDeist) 73 years of age, who would reproach Religion, until I told him\nthat Solomon spoke of a man 70 years of age, and called him a fool,\u2014and\nexhorted him to get religion; for God\u2019s name is worthy to be praised\nby all intelligent beings. I have found Him to be a strong hold in the\nday of trouble. We arrived at Hagerstown in eight or ten days. We had a\nMeeting House there. I met the Elder, Joseph Harper, Deacon John Cornish.\nHad good Meetings; a visit of the Holy Ghost. The house was crowded, and\nmany hundred sinners struck to the heart,\u2014back-sliders were reclaimed\u2014and\nbelievers built up in the most Holy Faith. Praise God for so much. I\nspoke to a very respectable congregation of white people about eleven\nmiles distant.\n\n    \u201cGo, preach my Gospel saith the Lord,\n    Bid the whole world my grace receive;\n    He shall be sav\u2019d that trusts my word,\n    He shall be damn\u2019d that won\u2019t believe.\u201d\n\nI then took my passage for Fredericktown. The Society was small, but\nwilling to encourage the Gospel of Christ. We had meeting in a large\nupper room of a building; the congregation was of both white and colored\npersons. I felt life and liberty, and an increase of my labors. In about\nten days sinners were awakened\u2014backsliders reclaimed\u2014and believers built\nup in the most Holy Faith. The white Preachers threatened to turn them\nout of their Church for going to the African Methodist Episcopal Church.\nI thought when war commenced it was time to run. Oh! what prejudice and\nstupidity: for love is the fulfilment of the Law.\n\nWe had a remnant of our Connexion from Virginia, years before, but\nthrough some contention among themselves, the owner of the Church took it\nfrom them, run up a chimney in the centre of the house, and rented it out\nto different families to live in. He also went into the yard, kick\u2019d over\nthe head and foot boards of the graves, and levelled them down, and made\na garden of the grave-yard. But the Lord afflicted him even unto death,\nand he was buried a day or two before I arrived at Frederick-town.\n\nBut God has a people everywhere; a remnant that never has bowed their\nknee to Baal. A Lutherian brother, (minister,) interceded in their\nbehalf, (the Church being offered for sale,) and receiving One Hundred\nDollars from the Trustees\u2019 hands, bought it in for them, and a firm Deed\nbeing made for the Trustees, the Elder taking charge of it. So much, for\nDelivering Grace.\n\n    \u201cGod moves in a mysterious way\n    His wonders to perform;\n    He plants His foot-steps in the sea\n    And rides upon the storm.\u201d\n\nI next started for Washington City; took passage in the stage about 1\no\u2019clock in the afternoon, and arrived about 1 o\u2019clock in the morning, and\nthe clerk of the office conveyed me to a very respectable colored family,\n(Mr. Adam\u2019s\u2019) who kindly received me, and continued so to do, but I met\nmy antagonist in that place, who strove to stop my Ministerial Mission;\nbut Right is more than Might. Bishop Allen being a man of renown, and\nhaving Grace abounding in his heart, he sent a letter to his son-in-Law\nwho resided in that place, to intercede for me during my stay, which he\ndid. Truly, the way seemed somewhat dark at first. I saw revivals among\nthe members, though the congregation was small, the Lord raised me up\nplenty of friends among them, for God is all in all. The Elder in charge\nwas not to be seen until the last Sabbath I was there. He preached in the\nmorning, but I was ashamed of his conduct towards me, through prejudice,\nwhile he was a leading man for the people. Reader, judge for thyself. But\nmy God gave me a part and lot in this matter, saying, \u201cBehold, I send you\nas Sheep among Wolves, be not afraid:\u2014Lo! I am with you always;\u2014even unto\nthe end of the world.\u201d Praise God for his endurable promises. In a few\ndays I left for Baltimore in stage. Some part of the route was by Rail\nRoad. Pleasant journey; arrived safe in Baltimore, engaged a colored\nman\u2019s hack, which conveyed me to Mrs. A. H.\u2019s, to whom I ever shall feel\nindebted; for herself and family were some of my warmest-hearted friends.\nTruly, I must say \u201cthe Lord remembered me in my lowest state.\u201d The Elder\nand Preachers of Baltimore with one accord, gave me appointments, and\nwe had prosperous Meetings. We had a female speaker there, who seemed\nvery zealous. I asked permission to take her into the pulpit, which was\ngranted, and she spoke much in the spirit of God\u2014which was attended with\npower, she being a woman of God; deportment graceful, and her ideas in\nScripture very correct, and they were all very much pleased with her.\nShe was a Teacher in the Sabbath School, at which place she often took\noccasion to extend her usefulness in speaking for the cause of God, for\nwhich she suffered much opposition, even from her husband; although he\nwas a Preacher of the Gospel, she encountered severe trials. Next I left\nBaltimore for Philadelphia, my home, and found my friends all well; and\nmy only son also, was well, and remained with Rev. Bishop Allen, where\nI left him before I went away. After being absent for two years and\nsix months, I found Bishop Allen in very ill health, but he ever had\ncontinued with unwearied interest in my son\u2019s welfare, by sending to\nschool, and otherwise improving him in education; by which he has made\nconsiderable improvements therefrom; which give me great reconciliation\nof mind; one thing lacking, which was a trade. But finally, Rev. Bishop\ngrew nearer and nearer his time of departure,\u2014prior to which he was\nmuch interested for the good of my son in getting a trade, but it being\nthe winter of 1830, he concluded to keep him until spring; but the Rev.\nBishop coming to the steep of time, departed this life March 26th, 1831,\nafter seeing 72 years in a world of affliction. Immediately afterwards I\nplaced my son with a French gentleman, with whom he stayed and learned\nthe Cabinet-making business in this city. This is the way I have got\nalong after getting my son to a trade. I felt myself to be like a poor\npilgrim indeed; wandering through this world so wide; having to travel\namong strangers, and being poor and destitute; I was sorely tempted. My\nmoney was gone, my health was gone, and I measurably without a home. But\nI rested on the promises of God. \u201cThey that put their trust in me shall\nnever be confounded.\u201d Without having a dollar to help myself, I saw the\nLord would verify his promise, bless his name for it.\n\nI stopped a few weeks with my sister and Dr. Burton; boarded with her,\nand he seeing my debilitation of body, rendered medical assistance, which\nhelped me much; but I was unable to labor and preach for some months.\nAfter my business of 1831 had been accomplished, I felt it my duty to\nvisit my aged Parent, whom I had not seen for eleven years. At length I\nstarted on my journey for Cape May, West Jersey, in the following way:\nBy Steam Boat to Salem, N. J., and preached in the African M. E. Church\nto a good congregation, and we had a comfortable waiting upon the Lord.\nSome signs followed the preaching of the Cross of Christ; the people were\nvery kind. From thence by Stages to Greenwich, and spoke with the Elder\nto a very humble people; a great display of God\u2019s power, six joined the\nChurch, seven were baptized, and others fell to the floor and cried for\nmercy; thank God for it.\n\nOn Monday morning I left for Bridgeton; we having no Society there,\nI preached in the Court House to a large assembly of different\ndenominations. I felt a degree of liberty in speaking, and I then stopped\na few days with them, and was kindly received and entertained. I then\nproceeded on to Fair-field, and endeavored to labor for them at 11\no\u2019clock, Sabbath morning, and at 3 o\u2019clock, P. M. to crowded houses of\nrespectable and quiet congregations, and the Lord poured out his spirit\nupon us and we had a solemn waiting in his presence, for which my soul\nrejoices even now.\n\nI next went on to Port Elizabeth, which was very thinly inhabited, some\ntwo or three very respectable families there with only three persons\nbelonging to Church; among them a Sqr., Brick, a man of ability. Through\nhim the Church was opened for me, and I preached two Sermons to large\ncongregations of respectable inhabitants of the place, in which I placed\nmyself as in my Saviour\u2019s hand, and staying there as clay in the hands\nof the Potter. I had liberty, whilst I could hear the humble groans of\nthe people, which caused my breast to swell as with pure Seraphic joy. I\nbless the Lord, that the Gospel has never been left without a witness.\nWisdom is justified of her children saith our Lord; if it was not so,\nthousands of Christians would have sunk in despair; but now and then I\ncome across a great many whose sins were cancelled, and in whom pride was\ndestroyed, and respecters of persons were not known. Among such, God will\nprosper the labors of his servants. \u201cGod knows the proud afar off, but\nhis Saints are beloved in his sight.\u201d I next proceeded to Goshen; there I\nfound my aged mother, who I had not seen for eleven years, well in health\nand very active. But above all the rest, enjoying Religion, the love\nof God in the soul; which is more than the Gold of Opher; though poor,\nmaking many rich. Truly, she dropped many aged tears on account of my\nexposures in travelling, but I strove to compose her by the word of God,\nwhich tells us \u201cin this world we shall have tribulation, but in him we\nshall have peace.\u201d \u2019Tis there, the Christian\u2019s warfare ends, and sorrow\ncannot come. We dropped a few tears of gratitude with uplifted hearts to\nAlmighty God for bringing us together once more in the flesh.\n\nBut my work soon again commenced. I preached in a dwelling house the\nnext; in Goshen School-house, to both white and colored; and was assisted\nby the prayers of some humble souls, and felt both life and liberty. My\ncolored brethren held a protracted meeting. Some were Baptists and some\nMethodists. But all one in Christ. I think I never saw a greater display\nof God\u2019s eternal power; it was somewhat inexpressible: Glory to God for\nit. Four miles from there I preached in the Court House to a congregation\nof different denominations, and the house was crowded. Text\u201428th Chap.\nof St. Matt. 18th and 19th verses. On the following Sabbath I spoke\nin a School-house to a white Methodist congregation. We had a weeping\ntime in the afternoon of the same day. Spoke to my own people, and\nthe Lord blessed several souls. It was a time long to be remembered.\nTruly a sword that is so often whetted, must keep Sharp, but in the\nmidst of difficulties it appeared the word had its more perfect effect.\nAfter feeling I had discharged my duty towards God in that part of his\nvineyard, I returned home and spent the winter in Philadelphia, but very\nmuch afflicted. But in the midst of it my peace was like a river.\n\nSome time in February 1832, the Lord sent two friends to take me out of\ntown to visit a part of his vineyard, and they thought it would improve\nmy health. I rode about twenty-two miles,\u2014grew worse again\u2014but medicine\nwas applied which proved effectual. I spent a few weeks, preached in the\nFree Church in Norristown, three or four times, built by a lady of the\nChurch of England, for all, or any that preach Christ and Him crucified.\n\nHaving gained my health, I returned in peace to Philadelphia, where I\nlabored under some difficulties until the middle of May: After which\nI took a journey with a sister preacher for about two or three weeks,\nand truly the Lord blessed her labors abundantly, and my heart rejoiced\nto witness the out-pouring of the Spirit of that Gospel visit with a\nHand-Maiden of the Lord. The Scriptures are fulfilled as spoken of by\nthe Prophet Joel, Chap. 27th, 2nd verse. \u201cYe shall know that I am in the\nmidst of Israel, and that I am the Lord, your God, and none else, and\nmy people shall never be ashamed. And it shall come to pass afterwards,\nthat I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your\ndaughters shall Prophecy. Your old men shall dream dreams, and your\nyoung men shall see visions.\u201d In 1831, a young man who professed to be\nrighteous, says he saw in the sky men, marching like armies, whether\nit was with the naked eye, or a Vision by the eye of Faith, I cannot\ntell. But the wickedness of the people certainly calls for the lowering\nJudgments of God to be let loose upon the Nation and Slavery, that\nwretched system that emanated from the bottomless pit, is one of the\ngreatest curses to any Nation.\n\nJune 1832, my mind was led to travel towards the east part of New Jersey,\nthrough Trenton, N. J., &c., and I preached three or four times, and\nfound considerable consolation. The Elder made me appointments about two\nor three miles in the country, where there were a class of Methodists.\nThere was a white came next morning to invite me to speak for them the\nnext Sabbath afternoon, and himself proposed to make me a collection. I\nthus, truly, saw a way made for me I knew not, for I had but three or\nfour cents in my pocket. Yet I had not mentioned it; but according to\npromise, after I had spoken, their contribution for me amounted to four\nor five Dollars; which aided me on my journey. So much for trusting in\nGod. I then went to Princeton. Not much success there, the Society being\nsmall. Preached three or four times there. Left for New-Brunswick, and\nhad very good meetings; more praying people, and had more life and power\namong them, and the Word of God had its effect. And the Judgments of\nGod was in the land, the Cholera was taking away the people by scores.\nAn awful day to them that had no God with them in death. It carried a\nsword with two edges, it cut right and left, took Saint and sinner, noble\nand ignoble, white and colored. It showed equality in my God\u2019s Decree;\nwhere he speaks of \u201call men.\u201d I next left for Rahway,\u2014still coming among\nstrangers, but was kindly received by friends, both colored and white,\nof different orders, without distinction. I saw a large field open\nbefore me, and a plenty of labourers wanted in that part of God\u2019s moral\nVineyard. I commenced to obey the Spirit of God, and had great liberty,\nboth in Word and Doctrine. I stopped six weeks, and the Elder only once\npreached. The people dying fast: News came into town from New York that\ngreat mortality was prevailing,\u2014the people dying at the rate of 120 to\n160 a day. It was truly alarming, but we were highly favored in Rahway,\nthere being only about four or five cases; and among them it clearly\nshown that God had no respect for persons. One poor colored man, who had\nused too much ardent spirits, was boasting about 8 o\u2019clock that Cholera\ncould do nothing with him; but while harnessing the horse for the family\nto go to church only two hours after, being 10 o\u2019clock, A. M., he was\nseized with cramps, carried into the barn, and several Doctors sent for\nwho remained with him, he having no friends. But at last, there being\nno hope for him by 8 o\u2019clock P. M., the Doctors requested some colored\nMethodist family to let him die in their house, which was cheerfully\nacceded to, and he died about 12 o\u2019clock, and was buried before day-light\nthe same morning. A very rich man also died who was buried in splendor in\nday light, but the poor beggar was hurried away at night; yet they both\ndied wicked. A short notice indeed. But Oh! their end, their dreadful end.\n\nI still continued to labor, and witnessed good revivals. When the\nPresident\u2019s Proclamation went out for a General Fasting throughout the\nUnited States on account of the Judgment of God, it was obeyed by all\ndenominations, and of course came under our notice,\u2014and we having no\nElder in that place, held it ourselves,\u2014and it fell to my lot to give a\nSermon on that occasion, which I did through some embarrassment, from\nSt. Matt. chap. 24th, 21st and 22d vrs. And the Spirit of the Lord was\nupon me, and the Scriptures opened to my mind. The stammering tongue was\nloosed, and the feast truly glorious. At night we held Prayer-meetings,\nand so continued until I felt at liberty to leave them. I then proceeded\non to New York. On my arrival I called on the Elder, S. T\u2e3a, and was\nkindly received by him, and after a few days he gave me an appointment\nin Brooklyn Church, it having been near six years since I had spoken\nto that people. But while filling several successive appointments I\nsaw signs of much good being done in the name of the Holy Child Jesus,\nwhich was owned with one accord. When entering the pulpit, the Bible\nbeing torn, I was deprived of finding the Text. A young gentleman of\nthe Episcopal Methodist Church being present, took occasion on my next\nappointment to present the Church with a large new Bible. So much for the\nprinciples of Christianity. The Elder also gave me three appointments in\nthe Bethel Church, New York, at Asberry, in Allen st. upper part of the\ncity,\u2014several times in Flushing Church, and attended a Love-Feast, where\nthe people spoke in the Spirit. Praise God for it.\n\nI then returned to New York again, feeling my strength much renewed in\nthe inward man Christ Jesus, I saw a large want of labor there, as the\nProphet Ezekiel said: \u201cI saw the river rise to the loins of a man.\u201d\n\nAfter laboring about six weeks and seeing it was not in vain; with the\napprobation of the Brethren and in answer to a good conscience. Oh! that\nI had language to express my mind while I hold my pen in hand. But had\nI the tongue of an Hannah, whilst she spoke to Eli! I could not express\nthe revelation of Jesus; but the bodily strength seemed to fail fast.\nI then returned to Philadelphia, rested four days and was called to\nSalem, N. J., and after preaching two or three times crossed the Bay\nfor St. Georges, a town in the State of Delaware, and preached twice\nby invitation of the citizens, and also by request I spoke in Delaware\nCity. Here a horse, gig and driver being provided for me, I rode four\nor five miles in the evening and preached to a large congregation of\nwhite and colored persons. Good behaviour, but no particular display\nof God\u2019s power. I returned the same night to St. Georges, and spent a\nfew days with my sister, whom I had not seen for eleven years previous.\nI left there a few days before Christmas for Philadelphia, where I\nremained until January 1, 1833. After which I started, in company with\nanother sister for New Hope, Pa. We held meetings in Frankford, then I\nproceeded to Ben-Salem; from thence to Attleboro\u2019. The Elder, P. S.,\nwas on that circuit, he cordially gave me appointments, and we were\ncaused to rejoice. The Devil was also at work, setting up difficulties\nlike mountains high, but having a skilful Pilot I steered between the\nrocks. The Church, having been in a seven years law suit, was gained\nby the African M. E. Connexion. A brother, L. I\u2e3a, conveyed us seven\nmiles, and I attended an appointment which was visited by the Spirit of\nthe Holy Ghost. Sister C\u2e3a followed in exhortation and the meeting was\nclosed by a brother\u2014a crowded house\u2014and were requested to hold another.\nBut we appointed the next in Holmesburgh, which was alike prosperous.\nAfter which I returned to Philadelphia, and there remained until July 2,\nat which time I left for Canada, being a second visit to my scattered\nnation, for which I felt a painful impression. For more than six years\nthe first stop was in New York, from there to Albany, where I remained\nthree or four weeks, but the Church was wading through deep waters. I\nhad, long before, felt a great anxiety to publish my religious experience\nand exercise to a dying world, but, laboring under the disadvantages of\neducation, I thought it a favour to pay $5 to have a portion of it taken\nfrom the original of my own registering, and corrected for press. By\nspecial request I visited Troy and found a christian spirited minister,\nRev. Wm. Bishop, with a lively society, and I spoke for them\u2014the Lord was\nwith us, and gave seed to the sower and bread to the eater, at different\ntimes; and, the next Sabbath I preached my Farewell sermon, and on Sunday\nnight I held prayer meeting in the Church, and on the next Saturday\nI left for Schenectady, preached in the Presbyterian Church twice on\nSunday, and was kindly entertained; after which I left on Monday for\nUtica, and arrived there next morning about sunrise. I spoke for them on\nThursday evening, also on Sunday afternoon to crowded houses of lively\nChristians, and they administered to my necessities to assist me in\ntravelling. I felt a great liberty in the gospel. From there I proceeded\nto Rochester, where I arrived, after being two days and a night on the\nCanal, and found Elder Graham with a prosperous Church, which seemed as\nthough his labors were much blessed. But, alas! the Devil crept in\u2014he\nleft them\u2014they became scattered, the old trustees died, and the other\nconnexion caught them. But during my stay they added several to the\nChurch. I then left for Little York in Canada, which was one day\u2019s sail\nacross the Lakes; the passage was very rough that day. I was directed to\nBrother Brown\u2019s, the preacher, and was kindly received by himself and\nwife. I preached on Sabbath morning and afternoon, and that day we had a\nshout in the Camp of Israel. Praise God, the mission was both owned and\nreceived. After speaking several times and holding prayer meetings, I\nleft them for Niagara, spoke three times. From there to St. David, and\npreached to a respectable congregation of whites and colored persons.\nSix years before this I visited Niagara and there was a large society of\nthe A. M. E. Connexion, but at this time the very Chapel was gone, the\nminister dead, the people scattered and backslid. I, finding only two\nor three members at this time and no school, and children coming up in\nsin, then left for St. Catharine; spoke three times, but no particular\nrevival, there were some who wished to be lords among God\u2019s heritage, and\nthe work seemed stagnated, but they used me well, and I left them with\npeace of mind, in discharging my duty, for George, and spoke on Sabbath\nmorning to a white and colored congregation in a school-house\u2014wonderful\ntime indeed\u2014some shouted, some mourned, others sought for mercy, and I\nfelt the Holy Ghost upon me, glory, glory, glory to God. After I helped\nto lead the class, I was insisted upon specially to preach a child\u2019s\nfuneral sermon, before the corps left the house, a curious circumstance,\nwhich was caused by the following incident: Seven years before I had\npreached in the neighborhood, to a great mixed multitude, after which I\nwas invited to dine by this person, on which visit this child was born,\nor on that day; after some little hesitation on my part, I accepted the\ninvitation and preached from the 2d Book of Samuel, \u201cI shall go to him,\nbut he shall not return to me.\u201d It was a very solemn time\u2014the corps was\nthen taken to the Church of England, and laid before the altar, the\nclergy spake over it, and very much to the purpose, without partiality,\nand then committed it to the breathless grave. On Thursday night I\nfilled an appointment at a brother\u2019s house, the Lord was there. On the\nnext Sabbath I rode seven miles, preached and helped to lead class, and\nthe next week I left in stage for Little York, but stopped in Niagara,\npreached several times and paid a visit to a new society of Wesleyan\nMethodists, also then returned to York again, and preached for a society\nof Baptists, a very quiet and attentive congregation, with one exception.\nText, by grace ye are saved through faith, that\u2019s not of yourselves,\nit\u2019s the gift of God. The Devil is always busy in his agency as in the\nfollowing: a school-teacher was present in the congregation who, after\nI concluded my subject, arose to contradict my argument, he became\nvery much excited and red in his face, but while he was on his feet I\nexpressed a desire of the congregation not to notice his reply, and they\naccordingly treated it with contempt, which caused him to desist with\nall his prejudices against women. The people were very kind. From thence\nby steamboat, I proceeded to Hambleton, which was 50 miles; I found no\ncolored society in that place, but the children went to school; about two\nmiles from there I found a class, and, by permission of the trustees,\non Wednesday evening, I spoke in the Methodist Chapel, to a small\ncongregation, from a very short notice, but the Lord owned His Word.\nAfter the close of the meeting, an English gentleman and his lady invited\nme to go home and lodge one night at their house, which I did, and they\nexhibited a great degree of benevolence towards me; may God reward them\nfor it. On Sabbath morning I spoke to my own people, and afterwards led\nclass and found the same one God owned them in worship also. I saw that\nseed must be sown accordingly. I spoke in the afternoon, and the Lord\nmade himself manifest by His Spirit in great display; the people, though\nvery poor, were exceedingly kind; one of the brother preachers, conveyed\nme to Dundas and Flamburg, west. I preached to a large congregation in\nthe white Methodist Chapel. We had an humble waiting upon the Lord. From\nthere I went to Ancaster, there the Lord prepared a friend to take care\nof me through the winter. I preached several times and met many friends\nwhom I had seen in Cincinnati; some gifted preachers there, but no elder\nto preside. There were many of our society there, called from place to\nplace, which had been scattered like sheep without a shepherd\u2014it truly\nwas heart-rending to hear them lamenting the loss of their shepherd who\nwas deceased. The brethren kept a watch meeting on Christmas eve. We\nenjoyed the meeting and spent the night like St. Paul; the next day it\nfell to my lot to fill an appointment which I did with both life and\nliberty, (praise God for it) from the 2nd chap. of St. Luke, verses\n10, 11. I felt my mind lead me to a village called Ammonsburg, on Lake\nOntario, on what was called the Bush side, but I kept it with myself and\nthe Lord, and kept travelling and preaching as the Lord gave ability.\nBrother S. Lewis was much interested at my anxiety for that people\u2019s\nwelfare, and also Brother Wm. Edwards, a gospel preacher, who had been\ninstrumental in civilizing and christianizing many of the natives whom\nI saw in Brantford, an Indian town on the Mohawk river, where a number\nof the natives lived along the river side, in the woods formed churches\nof societies of different denominations, ours excepted, and having\nno Methodist Church, a gentleman, seeing the necessity of a place of\nworship for us, gave us the privilege of a large house to worship in\nseveral times; truly it was cold, but we had many comfortable meetings,\nand very many solemn impressions made on a number of the minds of those\npresent; afterwards I left for Buffalo. The road was so rough that it\ncaused me to be quite sick. I could not stand it to ride 200 miles in\nthat cold weather, and I continued to preach in and out of town to\ndifferent denominations through frost and snow. A gentleman came to me\nafter the sermon was over, and wished me God\u2019s speed in a very friendly\nmanner, then quietly withdrew with his ladies in company with him, with\npoliteness. My mind was on Buffalo, Brother Edwards had not yet formed\nany society. I particularly desired him to take my appointment, which he\ndid, and also read the discipline with proper explanations, wishing to\nknow who would be subject to the government of the same, and there were\nten persons came forward and consented to be subject as members of our\nDiscipline. I went to Ancaster, stopped at brother Lewis\u2019 and wife, and\nalthough she was a young married woman, she was very much like a mother\nto me. My mind was exercised to go to Ammonsburg, through a gloomy\nwinter; that night, after serious meditation, I fell asleep, and suddenly\nawoke and received the witness that I must go. Next morning I informed\nbrother Lewis that I must go, and, he, feeling interested for me, had\nme conveyed, in a private carriage, that I might travel comfortably.\nIn the middle of February I left for Chatham, and arrived there on the\n26th of the same month, where I found a society scattered, without a\nshepherd; some living in the faith of Christ, while others had gone back\nto the beggarly elements of the world. Mr. Lightfoot received me very\nkindly; his house was open for worship, where I had large gatherings some\nfive or six times, for a new place. The house being quite commodious,\nand Mr. Lightfoot used every endeavor to send me on with the gospel to\nothers. In April I left for Ammonsburg, there the believers seemed much\nstrengthened; backsliders reclaimed, and sinners converted to God. Among\nwhich was a woman that had belonged to the Methodists by profession,\nhaving the form of godliness but was destitute of the power, until the\nSpirit of God arrested her at this time. After which she ceased her\ncarnal amusements; quit dancing and went to praying, at which time she\narose on her feet and said that she never saw that dancing was wrong\nbefore now\u2014but she had resolved to serve God in spirit and truth\u2014praise\nGod for the victory. For three days in Ammonsburg we could scarcely get\nany rest, from the effects of the outpouring of the spirit of God, on\nboth white and colored. I was still more confirmed in mind that my visit\nwas accepted of my God, who gave me this mission in Christ Jesus. I\nstopped with a brother, Jas. McKenney, and his affectionate wife, who had\nsuffered much in the fear of Jesus. Brother made an appointment for the\nnext evening for me, which I tried to fill. Text as follows: 16th chap.\nof St. Matthew\u2019s Gospel, 26th verse. I was in a strange part of God\u2019s\nvineyard, but his power was manifest even there; after which another\nappointment was made for Sunday morning, which was alike prosperous, and\nI helped to lead class; then spoke in the afternoon and at night with\nequal success. My mind was much exercised, seeing the need of schools.\nI counted 25 children and some young people whom I loved. I lamented\ntheir obscurity, and advised them to get a white man to teach them, and\nendeavored to shew them, that, without the advantages of education they\nnever would be a moral people, and, in the course of time, their own\nchildren could, by proper advancement, become teachers for themselves.\nSo I continued in all the towns, finally they caught the spirit and\ncommenced in the following places; in Ancaster they chose their trustees\nto build a house for school, and likewise to preach in, at Brantford,\nat Chatham, and St. Catharine. Some went to St. David\u2019s and Toronto,\nto Sabbath Schools, and in the week also; colored and white, all went\ntogether. After the course of two or three weeks, a colored teacher\ncame to the last named place and established a school of between 30 or\n40 scholars (after being examined and found competent) which improved\nthe manners of the people very much, and they worshipped in their own\nChapels. Their own preachers, exhorters, and class-leaders (colored).\nThere was a young sister that wished to travel with me a little way,\nand brother McKenney furnished us with a driver and conveyance, and the\nfriends received us very kindly, and, to my astonishment, we were given\nappointments by the trustees of the Church. I spoke from the following\ntext, By grace ye are saved through faith, that is not of yourselves, but\nit is the gift of God. A Friend, W\u2e3a, was there, who was ever ready to\noppose the Methodists; he was a Baptist preacher, and would invite the\nMethodists to preach for them, and then get up and contradict them; he\nwished me to come and preach for them, but I felt no spirit of contention\nin religion and I declined. Our own people were talking of forming a\nunion with the Canadian Methodists who were a branch of the Old Episcopal\nMethodists, that was raised by the missionaries from America; this being\nthe time of the split, but some would leave to the Wesleyan Methodists.\nI preached five or six different times in this village for several\nSabbaths two sermons a day, in which the Lord gave ability. We continued\nour meetings as usual, and invited the old ministers to visit us, which\nthey did; and one of them gave an exhortation after me, and God\u2019s power\nfilled the house and the guilty were alarmed, while believers rejoiced in\nhope of a better resurrection. I left that morning, rode five miles with\na friend, and on Wednesday afternoon preached again\u2014signs and wonders\nfollowed\u2014after which I continued to visit the sick the remainder of the\nweek, and on Sabbath day I rode five miles again to the Chapel, and\nfilled an appointment in the afternoon for the last time as I thought,\nbut the Lord seen best, and I was retained another week; the next Sabbath\nI filled an appointment from the following text: Finally, brethren, pray\nfor us that the word of the Lord have free course and be glorified even\nas it is with you; which was my Farewell Sermon. After which I returned\nto Ammonsburg in the fear of God; where I preached several times and saw\nmany manifestations of the operations of the Spirit of grace, and, on\nthe following Sabbath, Brother A\u2e3a made an appointment for me six miles\ndistant, and one also for 6 o\u2019clock in the evening; we had a very hard\nride through the swamp, and met a large gathering both in and out of\ndoors, and sinners were cut to the heart, and cried aloud for mercy,\nwhich was a joyful sound to believers in Christ Jesus. The next evening\nI spoke again from Isaiah, chap. 59 ver. 1; and several of the nobility\ntaking into consideration my necessities, contributed to me the sum of\n$5. We had a quiet waiting upon the Lord; after which I and a sister that\nwas with me, called on Mr. Gardiner and he collected some subscriptions\nand added to the former sum, for which, I trust, God will reward all\nthe cheerful givers, as they were very generous. I held prayer-meetings,\nvisited the sick, and passed many joyful moments of sweet communion\nespecially in one sister\u2019s company, who was a member of the National\nChurch in Ammonsburg.\n\nBut in affliction she enjoyed the Spirit\u2019s grace, and, in May, 1834,\nwe parted as for eternity, and I trust to meet her where parting will\nbe no more, neither will any of us shake the parting hand, for we have\nhad sweet communion together, in spiritual exercises. Dear reader,\nthink not that I am going to heaven as in golden slippers, for I have\nvarious trials to encounter while travelling over this world so wide,\nbut I feel willing to suffer for the cause of God, after which I shall\n(if faithful) meet many of my friends that have communed with me in the\nSpirit, where we never, never shall shake the parting hand\u2014these are the\nconsolations in affliction as described in Rev. chap. 12, 11th verse.\nAnd they overcame him by the Blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their\ntestimony, and they loved not their lives unto death; and whilst I move\nmy pen my soul rejoices in God my Redeemer. Having filled my mission I\nparted with my friends in joy. I sailed for Detroit city, 18 miles, then\nbid adieu to British shores, not knowing that I should ever step on them\nagain. I was kindly received on American possessions by a respectable\nfamily from Cincinnati, a Mr. D\u2e3a. I felt there was a work for me to do\nin that part of God\u2019s vineyard. I arrived on Tuesday and on Thursday\nevening we had a comfortable meeting at the usual place. I met with much\nencouragement in laboring for the Lord, and many impressions were made on\nthe minds of the hearers. The evening previous to my landing I saw some\nof the American affliction towards the people of color, such as mobbing,\ntheft and destruction. Wo unto the inhabitants of the earth and the sea,\nfor the Devil is come down unto you. On the following Sabbath morning,\n10 o\u2019clock, I preached again, then lead class\u2014a soul reviving time,\nindeed\u2014at 7 o\u2019clock, P. M. I preached again, and the house was crowded to\noverflowing, it not being sufficient to hold the people. Text as follows:\nAnd the gospel of the kingdom shall be preached unto all the world for\na witness, and then shall the end come. After which we visited a prayer\nmeeting held by the stationed minister in the white Church, which was\ntruly comfortable. On the next Sabbath I had an appointment made for me\non the British side in a dwelling house, but, it not being sufficient\nto hold the people, the Episcopal Methodists opened their session-room\nwhich was larger and well crowded with various denominations. Text, 1st\nchap. St. John; ver. 45. The Lord touched my tongue as with a live coal\nfrom his altar, and we had a good time as from the hand of the Lord,\nand the Amens of the preachers, elders, and leaders, helped to swell\nthe theme of rejoicing. Glory to God, we had all things common. But now\nfeeling my mission ended I waited for the first opportunity and took\npassage for Buffalo. Three hundred and sixty miles on Lake Ontario, and,\nI must say, the most uncomfortable passage I ever experienced, although\nthe boat was commodious, yet they treated the people of color very\nindifferently indeed, as regards their accommodation, and yet charged\nthem a high price, I having paid $4.50. After two uncomfortable days\u2019\nand nights\u2019 sail, we arrived at Buffalo wharf about six o\u2019clock, A. M.\nSix years had elapsed since I had been in Buffalo, which was the first\ntime, but during my absence many changes had taken place, the loss of\nsome of my particular friends by death and other moveable causes. But I\nfound a Mrs. Davis, who was a great friend indeed to the people of God.\nI felt my mission truly in this part of His vineyard\u2014there were a few\nof the Episcopal Methodists, but no established society. The Baptist\ndenomination had the majority of the people, they opened their places\nof worship and I preached and held prayer meetings three or four times\namong them, which was attended with considerable success. I also had the\npleasure of meeting an anti-slavery society where I heard some very able\ndiscussions on the rights of the oppressed, and also clear demonstrations\nof the cruelty of the slave-holder, which was exposed with all its horror\nby a young man by the name of L\u2e3a, but was greatly opposed by the Judge\nof the city, after which the young man arose to his feet the second time\nin which it seemed nothing escaped his exposure. I, about this time had\nwritten from Buffalo to Philadelphia (as it was shown me by the Spirit\nthat my son had embraced religion) to know the fact of the matter, as I\nwas some hundred miles from home and received the satisfactory answer\nby letter from his own hand, which explained his conviction\u2014the length\nof the distress of his mind\u2014the severity of which had caused him to\nseek opportunity to put an end to his own existence, but in the act he\nwas told to try to pray once more, by the voice of the Spirit, which he\nconsented to do, but concealed his intention from the people, which had\nbeen suggested by the Devil, to take his own life, and it would be all\nover. In this extremity it was God\u2019s opportunity by his act of obedience\nto convert his soul, after bringing him to the ground like a Saul of\nTarsus, and now stands as a living witness that God has power on earth to\nforgive sin.\n\nO Reader, you may only imagine the joy of my heart at such language as\nthis from my only son, whom, it seemed, God had left as a comfort to me\nin my old age, more especially after not having had any communication\nfrom him for eight months, and then he was very ill which made my cross\nseem very heavy, but I trusted in God, although I expected to hear of\nhis death when I did hear any thing, but, on my knees at a brother and\nsister L\u2e3a\u2019s at family prayer was shown these things by revelation of\nSpirit, which caused me to get up off my knees and I exclaimed aloud, the\nLord has converted the soul of my son, for which we had a shout around\nthe room, and then comes the letter as a witness of the same from his\nown written composition. I scarcely knew how to praise the Lord enough,\nand for another reason when I thought that God granted what I had prayed\nfor, from the days of his childhood, while I travelled the barren wilds,\nof lonesome hills, and gloomy vales. But so much for trusting in God\nwho will not let the prayers of his people pass unnoticed, but is bound\nto hear and answer when they pray aright. Praise the Lord, O my soul,\nmagnify his name.\n\n    With joy let Judah stand\n    On Zion\u2019s chosen hill,\n    Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,\n    And councils of thy will.\n\nI now began to feel my mission somewhat complete as regards distance,\nand therefore concluded to return towards home. A brother and his wife\ncrossed the Lakes with me for company, I then took the cars, and bid\nthem adieu. I remained in Rochester a while after my arrival, but, to my\nsorrow and surprise, a society that, twelve months previous, was large\nand seemed every way prosperous, had nearly dwindled away\u2014the preacher\ngone and the people scattered except a resolute few, who were bound to\ngo through, and that at the risk of their all; and to them I endeavored\nto fulfil my mission. I also spoke for the Wesleyan Methodists\u2014they\ntreated me with christian fellowship. Our Lord said, they that are for\nus are not against us, forbid them not\u2014it truly was comfortable. There\nwas seed to the sower and bread to the eater. I also stopped at Palmyra,\nvisited the sick and otherwise endeavored to fill my mission. A little\ndifficulty existed, relative to a slave girl being concealed and taken\naway, but while we were at worship the Justice of the Peace was in the\nhouse and every thing seemed quiet. After service, the congregation\nquietly withdrew\u2014this was on the 6th of August. On the next day a lady\nof color paid for a seat for herself and me, and we took passage on to\nCanondagua, 16 miles; there I found a Church and people prosperous. They\nreceived me kindly\u2014my first appointment, 11 o\u2019clock, Sabbath morning;\nthe word had some impressions, in the afternoon still better, at night\nGod was his own interpreter, the hallowed fire began to run to sin\u2019s\nconfusion. I had several appointments through the week, which were alike\nprosperous. Although I felt my inability, yet the answer to a good\nconscience strengthened me, even in a strange land, and, with Paul, I\ncan say I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, for it is the power\nof God to every one that believes. I then took stage for Geneva, having\nrecommendations to these little towns or villages, I found a few members\nof the Episcopal Methodists, and also of the Presbyterian denomination;\nthey were very friendly and opened their house to entertain me\u2014the\ncolored gentlemen of the vicinity around were building a house for the\nTravelling Missionaries to preach in; it was opened for me, and I felt\ngreat liberty in endeavoring to labour for the Lord; tears of contrition\ndropped freely; a sister there shewed great hospitality towards me. After\nfilling three appointments, I left on the third day of the week. I took\nstage for Ithaca, having had an invitation from the Rev. H. J\u2e3a who had\nthe charge. I arrived about 4 o\u2019clock in the afternoon and was taken to\nElder H. J\u2e3a. Before I entered the town I felt, according to the movings\nof the Spirit, that the Lord would pour out his Spirit upon the people,\nfor which I yet rejoice in hope of a better resurrection. We met in the\nunity of the Spirit and continued so with humility\u2014the friends were kind\nindeed to me, in and from the noble edifices of the large conveniences,\nto the humble cottage of Christian inmates. But an humble heart is better\nthan a sacrifice. The society was young but was composed of some very\nrespectable people, and useful citizens. Congregations large, class\nlively, and the Spirit of God visited us in abundant measure, which\nmade the people speak with great confidence in the Lord. Though hard\ntoiling, yet duty makes labor light; some backsliders reclaimed, sinners\nconverted, and believers strengthened; while many joined the Church,\nwhich was a sign of some good in the name of the holy child Jesus. After\nwhich my visit closed in peace with God, peace with all men, and the\nanswer of a good conscience. I was next conveyed by carriage to the\nsteamboat, and took passage for Albany. Crossing the Seneca river or\nlake, where passengers meet the canal boat for Albany, which was my next\nstopping place. I was recommended by a gentleman to the captain; took\npassage; and after a pleasant voyage of two days and nights, we arrived\nat Schenectady, and the next morning we arrived at Albany. The Rev.\nMr. Williams was stationed there; I payed him a visit; the preachers\ngenerally professed a Christian Spirit. The task seemed as though laid\non a Jonah; I preached twice on Sabbath day; and through the aid of Bro.\nS. S\u2e3a, I was able to get to New York. Rev. R. W\u2e3a was one of the oldest\nElders in the African Methodist Episcopal Church, who has since that\nfell in the battle-field, declaring war against the power of Darkness,\nand his bones were buried with all the honors of war. Let me live the\nlife of the righteous and let my last end be like his. On my arrival at\nNew York, I found the Rev. S. S\u2e3a, Elder, stationed there; I spent three\nweeks in that city; I preached in Bethel; in Allen Church several times;\ngood congregations for that part of the town, but the other was crowded.\nI only mention a few texts, 1st Sam. 2d chap. 6th ver.; 3d chap Hebrews,\n3 first verses. Brother Jacob Matthews gave me an appointment in Zion\nChurch, and I felt the Lord, as before mentioned, to be very close to\nme. The Rev. T. E\u2e3a gave me an appointment in Asbury Church on Sabbath\nnight, text, 3d chap. of St. Matthew, 12th verse, which was a night\nlong to be remembered by all present; the Lord made bare his arm; some\nwere arrested under the power of God, and fell to the floor crying for\nmercy, while believers were strengthened in the faith of Christ. I also\nhad appointments in Brooklyn, L. I.; there we were much favored with good\nmeetings; a number of Old Methodists, with faithful preachers who kept\nthe flock of Christ alive; and our labors were crowned with success, and\nadditions to the Church. In the midst of life we are in death. Since I\nhad been last at this place, previous to my tour in British America,\nthe young gentleman that manifested such friendship for the Church by\npresenting it with a Bible for my appointment, had bid adieu to time and\nhad gone to the mansions of bliss. The day previous to my arrival, I\nstopped at Bro. T\u2e3a\u2019s, one of the oldest standard families that celebrated\nthe Church of God; his wife, a mother and sister upwards of seventy years\nof age; whose character was unblemished, faith firm, although afflicted,\nyet cheerful, with a short illness, in September, 1835, left the world\nin triumph. I commenced my journey for Canada, in 1832. From the second\nday of July to the fifteenth day of October, years following, 1833, I\nhad preached 138 sermons, and travelled between 27 and 28 hundred miles.\nReturned from Brooklyn, and attended a quarterly meeting at Flushing;\nBro. J. S\u2e3a, elder in charge. Saturday evening I gave an exhortation, and\npreached Sunday afternoon at 3 o\u2019clock, the Lord accompanied the word,\nand, be it remembered, it will be either a savor of life unto life or\nof death unto death. Having finished my visit I felt anxious to go to\nPhiladelphia; feeling my labors to come to a close for the present. I\narrived safe at home, found my son and friends all well, and then heard\nthe truth of his conversion, for which I yet give glory to God. I was\nthree days in the city and left for Salem, N. J., on business; finding\nthe doors opened to me I preached in the Church; we had a comfortable\nwaiting upon the Lord, but no particular display of his power. After\nwhich I crossed the bay to New Castle, Del. and then proceeded to see my\nlong lost sister; this being the second time in forty-two or forty-three\nyears\u2014there I found a large field of labor. Preached in a school-house\nby permission of Mr. S\u2e3a, he being a man of authority, and chief owner\nof a large part of the town. I was also sent for to speak in Delaware\u2014a\nhorse and gig and dinner prepared\u2014I was taken five or six miles, blessed\nwith a full house and I felt the power from the upper world, and the\nLord was with me. After two days visit my mind being easy, I rested, and\non the third day I left for Philadelphia; finding all well, I remained\nfor a few days, and then left for the Rev. R. R\u2e3a\u2019s circuit, and found\nhim a Christian and a gentleman. I first hailed Burlington, and met the\nministerial order of Brethren, who received me with joy.\n\n    The Vineyard of the Lord before the laborer lies.\n\nWe had several very good meetings; I then crossed over to Bristol and\nspoke once or twice in a dwelling-house, at which time the Lord verified\nhis promises, which are, I will hearken unto. I proceeded on my journey\nto Trenton, which was Elder Robinson\u2019s Circuit. Two or three days after\nthis he arrived in the city. On Sabbath morning he preached and was much\nfavored by the Spirit of the Lord. At night I preached and felt joy in my\nsoul; from there he gave me other appointments. My mind was cleared and\nthe Scriptures opened themselves to my mind and I felt strengthened; some\nshouted, others wept. I feel the holy influence of that fire now, while\nmy pen makes record of the same to a dying world. Let the inhabitants of\nthe rocks sing, and let them shout as from the top of the mountains. I\npreached another sermon from the 59th chap. of Isaiah, 12th verse. The\nfire kindled some where, and the hearty amens that ascended the hill\nof the Lord seemed to strike guilt to the hearts of sinners. I helped\nto lead class. O, the worth and value of precious souls which cause me\noft to mourn. I preached again from the 22d chap. of Rev. 1st ver. The\nprayers of God\u2019s people helped me, and the power of God, like the dew of\nheaven, was let down upon us, and the sower and reaper rejoiced together,\nindependent of various opposition. I also spoke from Romans, 1st chap.\n16th ver., and spoke three times on Sabbath day; and I felt more strength\nat the last appointment than I did at the first, which proves the\nassertion of Scripture, freely give and freely receive. I also visited\nthe sick, after which they gave me some appointments at Princeton, a hard\npart of the vineyard. I had my talent and to use it I was not ashamed,\nalthough the substance seemed to be lost\u2014full houses. The Presbyterian\nfriends were very kind to me and received me with Christian friendship.\nThe weather cold, and travelling hard, through wintry storms to pass. The\nfirst text, Let the dead bury the dead. It seemed a little astonishing,\nespecially to the brethren. I continued, and on different times filling\nappointments. From thence to Brunswick; and one of the coldest days, rode\nsixteen miles; the Lord was with me, and I had great liberty of speech;\na church and a large congregation; and the power of God was more fully\nmanifest than at Princeton; and the Lord added such to the Church as, I\ntrust, will be eternally saved. I remained there to labor for the Lord\ntwo or three weeks, and there was a general revival throughout in prayer\nmeetings, both of male and female, and in class meetings; not my labors,\nreader, but the merit belongs to God alone.\n\n    Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him;\n    Praise him all ye stars of light;\n    Sun and moon rejoice before him,\n    Praise him, angels in your heights.\n\nAfter my return to Philadelphia in December, 1835, I saw a large field\nopen to my view, it being a strong place, and many different spirits to\ncontend with, I endeavored to commend this portion of sacred Writ: Job,\n22d chap. 10th ver., But he knoweth the way I take; when he hath tried\nme I shall come forth as gold; again, Rev. 3d chap., 8th ver., and I\nseemed much troubled, as being measurably debarred from my own Church\nas regards this privilege I had been so much used to; I could scarcely\ntell where to go or stay in my own house. I said, Lord, where shall I go?\nand was directed to brother Murray, Elder then of Little Wesley Church,\nand when coming to his house he expressed his astonishment at my coming\nout through the inclemency of such weather, I paused, then told him I\nwas sent to him and knew not for what; he said I know\u2014then he gave me an\nappointment on Sunday night, and on the following Wednesday evening; from\nthere I received an appointment at Zoar Church, by the elder, and the\nLord converted one soul, which caused me still more to rejoice in God my\nSaviour; from that the elder of Wesley Church gave me an appointment and\nI preached to a large congregation, and felt strong in the cause of my\nGod. My call seemed chiefly in Philadelphia. In the year 1835 I travelled\n721 miles, and preached 692 sermons. I also spoke in Bethel Church; some\nfalse brethren. They that are not for us are against us, and if they are\nagainst God\u2019s ministry, whether male or female, they are against God,\nwho says I send by whom I will, for all are one in Christ Jesus. May\nthe Lord pardon their errors, and make them be careful how they handle\nedged tools. In 1836 I travelled 556 miles, and preached 111 sermons;\nand felt under much exercise to print a book, and I had some friends\nto encourage me, such as the Rev. R. R\u2e3a, and the Bishop, with others;\nand every circumstance was so favorable that I finally succeeded, and\nwhen they were brought home, I sat down in the house and wondered how I\nshould dispose of them; to sell them appears too much like merchandize.\nWhile in this situation it was suggested to my mind, you must pay for\nthem, or it will do more harm to the Gospel than if you had not printed\nthem. But to myself, (if not printed) would be the scourge of a guilty\nconscience before the Lord. At 4 o\u2019clock, P. M., my mind was directed\nto a Presbyterian sister, and on my way I met Bishop Allen\u2019s widow who\nbought one, and that afternoon I sold one dollar and fifty cents\u2019 worth.\nThe Lord so blessed the offering of that work to the world, that in less\nthan four months I paid sixty dollars through God\u2019s assistance, for the\nexpenses which gave me great tranquility of mind, and caused me to feel\nstill more like wearing out in the service of God. Various are the ways\nthrough the interposition of Providence that I succeeded in disposing of\nthat little work, viz.: camp-meetings, quarterly meetings, in the public\nstreets, &c. Praise God for his mercies as well as his graces.\n\nAfter this I started for a Camp-meeting, near Baltimore. On my arrival\nI received two appointments, and after the Bishop came, still more was\ngiven to me, and at one time the power of God arrested an individual\nand he cried aloud, fell out of the door and was reclaimed. I preached\nthree sermons in the African M. E. Church, and God gave us souls at\nevery meeting, and my heart rejoiced to see sinners coming to God.\nNotwithstanding I had my opposers I out-live them through the strength\nof Him, that yet loves His faithful followers. After seeing so many\ndisplays of the miraculous power of God, I returned to the city of\nBaltimore, with peace of conscience. After which my mind was exercised\nto go to Elicott\u2019s Mills to preach in the African M. E. Church, and was\naccompanied by a dear sister, previously having had conversation with\nBishop Walters he sent a letter to the preacher in charge, who received\nme with christian spirit. In the morning I led class and in the afternoon\nI had an appointment, and preached from the 5th Chapter of St. Luke, 18th\n& 19th verses. A full house, with attentive hearers,\u2014praise God for a\nvisitation of His Spirit. An humble groan is better than a sacrifice. At\nnight I spoke from the 7th Chapter of Hebrews, 12th & 13th verses, and\nwonderful to relate, if language could, the power of feeling. And well\nmay it be said that feeling has no fellow. On Thursday night I spoke from\nthe 61st Chapter of Isaiah, 1st verse: And truly I was anointed. And\none visible sign of the manifestation of the Spirit of God was, an aged\nlady was caused to cry aloud, under the distress of mind, and many more,\ntoo tedious to mention. During the whole week, I continued to visit the\nsick, &c. One case I here mention as a caution to those who procrastinate\nthe day of Salvation, which is as follows. By request, I called to see\na Slave-holder of a tyrannical turn, said to be very wicked. But he had\nreceived a summons, served by the officer Death, and I saw it pictured in\nhis face; previous to which I had heard of his selling two men from their\nwives, recently. I asked him what he thought of dying; if he was prepared\nto meet the change. He told me he was not. He was very ill, could not\nrecover, but wanted religion and could not get it; but wished me to have\nprayers with him. This I did, but it was of no avail, although it was\ntruly solemn. I then exhorted him to have faith in the merits of the\nblood of Christ, and then left him, a repining subject for eternity.\n\n    \u201cDon\u2019t you see how unexpected in my chariot I do ride,\n    Convulsion fits, Plagues and Fevers, are the weapons by my side.\u201d\n\n                                                             _Death._\n\nAfter this, I returned to Baltimore, and from thence I was conducted\nto Springtown, and spoke in the morning, Sunday, 11 o\u2019clock. Text, in\nPsalms. No extra display in the afternoon. Brother H. U., held forth to a\nvery large congregation. At night I preached again. By this time there\nwas inroads made upon the minds of the people,\u2014they caught the Hallowed\nFlame, and some shouted, while others were convicted and reclaimed,\nand I was lifted up in Word and Doctrines of our Lord and Saviour\nJesus Christ. On Monday night I held a Prayer-meeting,\u2014next morning I\nstarted for Baltimore, quite indisposed, but being once more restored\nto health, I preached on the following Sabbath night in Bethel Church,\nBaltimore, appointment by Bishop Walters. Text, Acts 18th Chapter, 9th\n& 10th verses, with special references, from Chapter 20; 19th, 20th,\n21st & 22d verses. On the ensuing Wednesday night I preached again from\nProphet Joel, Chapter 1st., & 1st vers. The slain of the Lord truly was\nmany. Again I spoke from Hebrews, Chapter 7th; 12th & 13th verses, at\n3 o\u2019clock, P. M., and God\u2019s name was glorified. I had great liberty of\nspeech\u2014bless the Lord. It is a good cause to live in, but better to die\nin. It is sweeter than life and stronger than death.\n\nThe Bishop gave me an appointment on the following Sabbath night. Text,\nfrom one of Peters\u2019 Epistles, 5th verse. The word preached had its\neffect. Three persons were arrested under the power of God and felled to\nthe floor at once. The grand-mother and her daughter and grand-daughter\ncried aloud for mercy. In the meanwhile a gentleman fell on his face and\ncried for Sanctification; and there was a general rumbling among the dry\nbones. Praise God, for I feel the unction from on high, while I hold my\npen.\n\nI next started for Long Green, a distance of sixteen miles. A sister I\u2e3a\nwho had been travelling with me, as also brother Dunn, accompanied us. I\nspoke from Acts 17, verse 31. Three persons found peace, several under\nserious impressions. The word still had a lasting effect, and they sent\nfor us again. We complied, accompanied by our Rev. brother; although the\nmorning was very cold, we were blest to get there in time for Church,\nand by the help of God, I tried to speak to the people from these words.\n\u201cAlthough you tread upon scorpions and serpents, they shall not hurt you,\nhaving faith.\u201d The word went out and did not return void; for two found\npeace that day, and we left some on the floor mourning for redemption in\nChrist, while others wore deep symptoms of serious impressions for the\nwelfare of their souls. We left at 4 o\u2019clock in the afternoon, but the\nmeeting continued until night. May God continue to water every plant in\nZion. I preached and sold my books, and paid my own way. I returned to\nPhiladelphia in December. After I arrived my health was much impaired,\nand I had a severe spell of sickness. So ended 1836.\n\nI commenced travelling March 11th, 1837. Eight miles from Philadelphia,\nI preached three Sermons. Two at Blaketown, N. J., after which I took\nSteam-boat for St. Georges, Del., to see my sister; at the request\nof Doct. \u2e3a, he being the main proprietor of the town, I accepted an\nappointment and filled it. I then spent a few days with my sister, and\nleft for Salem, N. J. Preached two Sermons on Sabbath day, two miles\nfrom Salem, and we had a good meeting,\u2014for, where the Lord is, there\nis liberty. On Wednesday left for Greenwich, preached three times, and\nthe Lord was there in power, and my soul witnessed it. From thence I\nproceeded to \u2e3a and there truly was a revival among the people, which\ngave me encouragement to trust in God. From there I proceeded on to\nPort Elizabeth, and spoke in the Ebenezer Church, to a very large and\nrespectable congregation from seventh chapter, Hebrews, 12th & 13th\nverses. On Sunday 3 o\u2019clock, P. M., I preached at the same Church, then\nI proceeded six miles further and preached one Sermon to the Forgemen,\nand tried to give them the Gospel, but I did not feel that liberty\nof Spiritual fellowship as I did at many places, to see professing\nChristians working hard on the Sabbath at the forge, and then walk into\nChurch, to keep the Sabbath Holy is, in my opinion, altogether out of\nthe question. However I returned from that place the same night, and on\nMonday I left for Goshen, Cape May, to see my aged mother, then 78 years\nof age. I found her happy in the Lord, and my sister also. I preached\nthree sermons on Cape May and left them as I found them, in the hands\nof God. I arrived on my return, at Port Elizabeth on the next Sabbath\nmorning, filled an appointment both morning and night. Next morning I\ntook stage for Philadelphia, where I arrived on June 5th, found all\nwell. Our Conference being held in May, I concluded I must have some\nof the Feast. Three or four days after this I proceeded to New York,\nfrom there on to Albany, Elder Williams having charge of the Church. I\npreached nine sermons. Some revivals, some joined the Church, and members\nstrengthened in the Faith of Christ. I also visited Troy, preached three\nSermons there, one for a white congregation. We had a good meeting; and\nI was well treated by the friends. On my return to Albany I preached two\nsermons\u2014and truly enjoyed myself in the Lord. I then returned to New York\nwith an appeal to the conscience of every man, as regards my endeavors\nto do good,\u2014bless the Lord. Duty makes labor light. My visit was to be\naccomplished in New York and Brooklyn. Rev. Wm. C. \u2e3a, having charge at\nboth places, gave me appointments. Preached four sermons in New York,\nfive in Brooklyn and two in Flushing and one in Williamsburg.\n\nKnowing my religious visits were nearly closed for the present, I availed\nmyself of the opportunity of visiting the different Schools, the most\nimpressive was that of Mr. Louis Tappan, which I think exceeded all I had\never seen; the principles in different branches which had been, and in\nsome instances, are yet hid from the people of color, to deprive them of\ntheir enjoyments, were here taught them, which greatly helped to elevate\nthem to a position that would command respect through the short voyage\nof life. These are the proceeds of vital piety. \u201cDo unto all men, as ye\nwould they should do unto you.\u201d Love, truly, is the fulfilment of the\nLaw. O! may the day speedily come when the yoke of oppression shall be\nfinally destroyed. Under a striking impulse of gratitude, and at the\nrequest of Mr. Tappan, I delivered a short address and then left the\nSchool with the answer to a good conscience. Then leaving New York, I\narrived at New Brunswick, where I was kindly received. Preached three\nsermons; truly, the Lord was there in power. Next I proceeded to Rahway,\npreached four sermons, and some were added to the church. From that to\nPrinceton, and preached four sermons. No particular display of God\u2019s\npower; yet my soul rejoices in hope of the promise. \u201cIf Israel is not\ngathered, Jacob shall not lose his reward.\u201d I then left for Trenton, met\na Quarterly Meeting, and the Elder gave me two appointments. His labors\nhad been very successful on his circuit. I then left for Philadelphia,\nand found my friends well. This being the month of November, I remained\na-while in the city. I preached in Bethel Church and the Union also. Dec.\n2nd I left for New-Hope, with a sister speaker. She and myself attended\ntwo churches by the permission of the Elder, R. R. \u2e3a. I preached five\nsermons before Christmas, 1st at brother S\u2019s house, 2nd at the Mountain,\nand 3rd in the new church; praise God for it. \u201cLong expected, seen at\nlast.\u201d The 1st text as follows: \u201cWisdom is justified of her children,\u201d\n&c. it was a time long to be remembered. I preached the Watch-Night\nsermon Christmas Eve, from Matt. 2nd chap. and 10th verse, and during\nmy stay until New-Years Eve, there was great good done in the name of\nthe Holy Child Jesus. In travelling towards Frankford I stopped at\nHolmesburg for the purpose of warning some persons of approaching danger,\nbut finding an intimate friend of mine very ill, I paid her a religious\nvisit, which gave me much satisfaction to see her resignation unto death.\nI purposed leaving next morning for Frankford at 9 o\u2019clock, but she died,\nand the Elder and preacher being at a far distance from there, by special\nrequest I attended the funeral, and after a short sermon at the house I\nhad to commit the body to the earth, as no other person was present to do\nit. I then left for Frankford, preached four sermons which was profitable\nthrough God\u2019s grace.\n\nFeb\u2019ry. 16th, I started for Attleboro. I spoke from the following\npassages: Romans 6th chap. 21st 22d 23d verses. Also from the 8th\nChapter, 36th & 37th verses. At first it seemed like seed sown in stony\nground, but the deadness began to remove, and life, light and immortality\nwas come to pass through the preaching of the Cross of Christ. I preached\none sermon in Ben-Salem, and held a prayer meeting, and the Lord\nsmiled upon us, and truly some had in a measure lost their first love,\nand others who had not defiled their garments, but contended for the\nfulfilment of the promise. Now, coming towards Philadelphia, I found my\nson and my friends all well. After preaching one hundred and forty-six\nsermons and travelling nine hundred and ninety-nine miles.\n\nIn April, I felt impressed to visit Reading, Pa., which I did, and met\nsome that I had met with years before, testifying that God is God, and\nchanges not. I preached five sermons, and truly I must say that the\nGospel is prevailing. Some few years previous there was not one member\nof church, now there is a good church and a large society. I now went to\nNorristown, spoke five times and led class. A man formerly lived there\nthat played on the violin, but leaving his place of residence went to\nPhiladelphia and embraced religion, and was called to go to the people of\nthat town to preach the gospel to them, and the Lord blessed his labors,\nand they now live in hope of a better resurrection.\n\nJuly 15th, 1838, I left for Westchester, preached two sermons. From there\nI went to Chichester, from that to the Valley, laboring as I passed\nalong to lively congregations. On the 23d I left for Columbia, calling\non Rev. S. S. \u2e3a, he gave me three appointments. God revived his work in\nthe hearts of his people, and while my pen moves my heart burns with love\nto God. Next I left for West-town and visited some aged friends, such\nas could not get to the church, and two remarkable ones in particular,\nwhich were regarded as pillars of the church. I was conducted on board\nthe canal boat for Lewistown. I had a pleasant passage, arrived at 1 or 2\no\u2019clock, A. M. and was kindly treated by them. Preached four sermons to\na hard people. I was sick during my stay, my system was much debilitated\nbefore I reached Pittsburg; however, I pressed on to Huntingdon, found\na small society suffering for want of help. I was received by all the\nbrethren, preached five sermons, rode 11 miles and spoke to the Forgemen,\nbut through bad management the congregation was small, but the word had\nits effect; the souls of the redeemed are precious. I next proceeded to\nHollidaysburg. Took passage by stage at night, arrived at 8 o\u2019clock A.\nM. I was kindly received by a gentleman belonging to Wesley church, and\nentertained in a friendly manner. Preached two sermons to a comfortable\ncongregation, and then left for Johnstown. After I got out of the car I\nthought it almost the last end of the world as regards accommodations.\nI had to stand near one hour before I could get a person to carry my\ntrunk. The Captain was kind and offered to send me a person, but I got\na man at last to take my trunk there. His wife was kind, although I\nintroduced myself to her, knowing her to be the Barber\u2019s wife. She sent\nfor him to come in, and then introduced me to her husband. When he sat\ndown he said, \u201cyou preach do you?\u201d I try, said I. \u201cDo you understand the\nScriptures?\u201d Some parts of it, was my answer. He appointed a meeting,\nand the time arrived, congregation gathered. When I commenced I felt\na little confusion in the house, but in a few minutes every thing was\nstill, and we had a solemn waiting upon the Lord; after which the\nBarber closed the service. So I left them. A brother informed me that\nthe chief Magistrate of the town said we must hold another meeting and\nhe would attend it, but the preacher did not seem to feel interested\nfor the welfare of souls; for this cause I took passage on steam boat\nfor Pittsburg, which was pleasant although crowded. The last day being\nSabbath, I sat in serious meditation on the beauties of Creation and the\nplan of Redemption. There were some lady passengers from Charleston that\nenjoyed religion would come and sit by me to read. When about to leave,\none of them requested me to pray for her husband and daughter. I hope\nthat Elijah\u2019s God will prosper her desire for their welfare. We arrived\nat Pittsburg about 8 o\u2019clock, P. M. I was conducted to the house of a\nworthy Father in Israel, where I remained awhile, preached four or five\nsermons in Pittsburg. My mind still urging me on to Brownsville; and the\nLord opened the way. The Elder of the circuit coming into Pittsburg, made\na way for me, and provided me with a sister to accompany me. The Lord\nblessed the labors of his servants. In three months time there were one\nhundred and ten added to his circuit. Some converts, some mourners. Five\nout of one family fell in love with this Heaven-born plan, I commenced\nmy winter journey the 10th of December. I left Pittsburg for a Quarterly\nMeeting at Williamsport; it was a tedious journey. We had to walk seven\nmiles, and on entering the town we met a brother coming to meet us with\na conveyance. That night the meeting commenced, and truly the battle\nwas the Lord\u2019s. Six were slain by his mighty power, and the faith of\nbelievers strengthened. I spoke at 11 o\u2019clock from the 12th Chapter of\nIsaiah, 5th & 6th verses, and at night again, to a crowded house of\nwell-behaved people. Elder Clemens, a successful laborer for the Lord\nwas on this circuit. After preaching, the mourner\u2019s bench was erected,\nand the slain of the Lord were many. This meeting continued two days and\nnights, after which our Love-feast took place. The Lord was in the midst,\nand the people were crying for mercy in every direction. The Wesleyan\nMethodists opened their church and gave me an appointment on Monday at 3\no\u2019clock, P. M., after which the Elder gave us privilege to hold prayer\nmeetings, which continued all night, was very successful, and a revival\ntook place with both white and colored people, and one of the members\ninformed me there were thirty persons added to the church that time.\nPraise God for the victory.\n\n    The world cannot withstand\n    Its ancient conqueror;\n    It sure must fall beneath the hand\n    That arms us for the war:\n\nWe then rested a few days and started for Uniontown, a female travelling\nwith me; and we were received very kindly by Bro. Jackson and wife,\nand the friends generally. I preached out at the forge to an attentive\npeople and felt both life and liberty. The Elder returning from his\ncircuit, preached again, and five united with us in the Church, after\nwhich the Elder formed a new Society, fourteen miles distant. I then\npreached in the white M. E. Church to a very attentive congregation,\nwhose groans ascended the hill of the Lord, and I felt his presence in\na powerful manner\u2014text, Isaiah lix. 1 v. On 24th of December the Elder\nheld a watch-night, and on the 25th we started for Ridge Port again.\nI received the morning appointment and the Elder preached at night,\nand the Lord continued to pour out his Spirit upon the people, which\ncaused a general revival. Ten joined the Church on trial. Some we left\nmourning for the redemption in Christ, while others seemed to be in full\nstretch for the Kingdom of God. I had a previous invitation to a church\nfive miles distant on the turnpike, and I spoke in the morning at 11\no\u2019clock, and just closed the sermon, when a gentleman came with a swift\nhorse and vehicle on express for me to come and fill an appointment for\nthem at 3 o\u2019clock P. M., and accordingly went. We arrived between 2 and\n3 o\u2019clock. I met a large congregation of very respectable people, and\npreached from these words: \u201cThe Spirit of the Lord God is upon me,\u201d &c.\nThe next Wednesday I attended an appointment in Greenfield in the old M.\nE. church; it was a very stormy night, and I thought from the inclemency\nof the weather there would be no person out; but through the perseverance\nof the Brother and his wife that came for me, there was quite a large\ncongregation gathered, after which he handed me up in the pulpit, and I\nendeavored to preach from these words: \u201cWe have found him of whom Moses\nand the Prophets did write,\u201d and I must say that the christian groans\nthat were uttered, and the hearty Amens that ascended the hill of Zion,\nwere answered seemingly as with coals of fire from God\u2019s holy altar,\nwhich warmed every heart. Pray God to carry on the work.\n\n      Thy banner unfurl,\n    Bid the nation surrender;\n      And own Thee their God,\n    Their King, and Defender.\n\nSome hundreds were added to that circuit that year, ending February,\n1839. In a few days I left for Williamsport, where I remained a few days\nat Bro. C\u2019s., and attended several very good meetings at Washington, Pa.\nI had an appointment given me by the Elder of the white M. E. Church,\nwhich I accepted. By special request, I visited a white young lady in\nthe last stage of consumption, and after conversing with her about the\nsalvation of her soul, I received great satisfaction, who I trust now\nrests in Abraham\u2019s bosom. I attended a quarterly meeting at Washington,\nand I heard some powerful exhortations\u2014God owned the word and by his\ninfinite power arrested a woman who formerly kept a dance house, and\nwith her, her family also, (saving her husband who had lately died,)\nand they, five in number, cried aloud for mercy at the hand of God, and\nafterwards joined the church; the old lady appeared very serious, and\nthey all spoke well in Love-feast.\n\nI had a special invitation, by letter, to go to Waynesburg, which I\nreceived, and spoke in the old Methodist church, after being conveyed\nthere by a brother that was sent for me expressly. On Wednesday evening\nI spoke in the Court house; it was in the month of February, and the\nwalking was very difficult; the friends were very kind; but few colored\npersons, only two members of the church, and six joined. I spoke for them\nfive times\u2014after discharging my duty I left in peace with God and man.\nOn my return to Washington, I spent a week or ten days, and preached on\nSabbath day, and at night three sermons. The Mayor of the city declared\nhis intention to impose a heavy punishment upon any person or persons\ndisturbing any church, and it had the effect to make some of the wildest\nof the rabble behave themselves in the church with respect, while I\nendeavored to declare the oracles of truth. After which I left for\nMeconnoburg, and preached eleven sermons.\n\nIn March I left for Pittsburg, and we met in joy; and at my first\nappointment I spoke from Isaiah c. 50, v. 31. I then rested three or\nfour weeks, during which time my mind become much exercised to go to\nCincinnati\u2014it was difficult to travel, but God always makes a way for\nhis people. A friend both to God and me, got a passage for me on board\nof a Steamboat, with a preacher and his family, and on my arrival, I was\nrecommended to friends there, Elder King and wife, and I found them. I\ntold them it was my business to preach. An appointment was given me. I\nspoke several times, and the Lord approbated the efforts of the feeble\nworm, and believers were built up in the most holy faith. My visit was\njoyous. My pamphlets went off as by a wind, the Elder recommending them\nvery highly, and also encouraged me to have the 2d edition printed, which\nI had done\u2014there being then one thousand more for sale, in which I was\nsuccessful. Five joined the church after the last sermon.\n\nI then left for Dayton, Ohio, and found a large church and building. The\ncolored population there was very large\u2014there I preached six sermons,\nand one in the other church. I was aided by both churches. I then took\nsteamboat for Hambleton, a well situated place, and preached two sermons;\nhad a good visit, much favored of the Lord, although the members were\nmuch scattered abroad. But a worthy brother, a man of God, had settled\nthere and formed a Society of some twenty persons, which was still\nprosperous. After preaching two sermons, I took passage in steamboat for\nCincinnati; remained there awhile until I had some new direction opened\nto my mind, where I might call the people to the arms of Christ. The\nrecent printing of my tracts, had caused me to be very scarce of money,\n(price of printing 1000 copies, $38.) There were individuals who helped\nme in a way for travelling. The Elder being absent that Sabbath morning,\nthere was some disorder prevailed among some who seemed double-minded,\nyet they were officers. But God can make a way where there appears to\nbe no way. Mrs. E. J., her husband and children, made me a present of\nseven dollars, and another friend interceded for me in getting a good\ncabin passage in a comfortable boat, and no distinction\u2014captain was a\ngentleman. I enjoyed sweet communion with the spirit of the Lord. But a\npainful circumstance took place near our journey\u2019s end, which seemed to\nme awful in the extreme. There was a woman on board of the boat who was\ncalled insane. I thought she was laboring under a despair of mind. She\nhad seen herself a dreadful sinner, and set in a melancholy position; at\ntimes only she would seemingly arouse and ask us not to let them hurt\nher. On one occasion I asked her how she felt. She answered, \u201cI hear some\npersons talking; they will hurt me\u2014I would drown myself, but it is such\na sin.\u201d A lady and myself strove to comfort her, after which the lady\nread to her respecting the storms. She set very quiet, then she suddenly\narose to her feet, and said she must pray. I told her to kneel down by\nmy side, which she did very orderly; she first prayed in Dutch; I could\nnot understand her only as she said God or Jesus, and then she prayed in\nEnglish very feeling, then clapped her hands and said he has taken a load\noff me\u2014this was about 10 or 11 o\u2019clock, A. M. She arose, washed her face\nand hands, combed her hair, and then put on a cap and looked like another\nperson, and thus remained until candle-light, she and the young lady\nwalking and talking. I was reading and felt greatly relieved from the\ncare of her. Suddenly the chambermaid came in and asked me for her, and\nit seemed only five minutes since I missed her. The captain made search,\nwent down on the deck and there found her, but she begged so hard to stay\nthere that he left her. The boat arrived at Portsmouth next morning at\nsunrise, and that morning at 8 o\u2019clock, she was seen to jump overboard.\nThey lowered a boat and tried to save her, but before they reached her\nshe sank to rise no more; and on the authority of God\u2019s word, I say, no\nself-murderer hath eternal life. Reader, be careful, exceedingly careful,\nhow you trifle with the spirit of God, lest it should take its flight and\nleave thee to undergo eternal punishment.\n\n    Take the warning, turn and live,\n    And God will his Spirit give.\n\nAfter landing, I felt to be a stranger in a strange land, but the Lord\never provides in time of need. Accordingly I was conducted by a gentleman\nand introduced to a friend who received me and treated me kindly, and in\na few days introduced me to one of the Trustees, who welcomed me to the\nChurch. Now I began to feel the spirit of my station. On Thursday night\nI filled an appointment. It was altogether a strange thing to hear a\nwoman preach there, so it made quite an excitement, which made my labor\nvery heavy, as the people were all eyes and prayed none. But on Sabbath\nday we had a crowded house, and an old backslider fell to the floor\nlike Dagon before the Ark. Six joined the church on probation. On next\nSabbath, Elder Peters\u2019 quarterly meeting took place, which was greatly\nenjoyed by all present. I met many of my friends from Pittsburg and other\nplaces, and we rejoiced together. One day in the house of the Lord is\nmore than a thousand in the courts of the wicked. The first Sabbath I\nspoke to the class, five fell to the floor under the influence of God\u2019s\npower. Two days afterward we left for Gallopeler quarterly meeting;\ntook passage on board of steamboat, which was very pleasant, without\ndistinction. When we arrived, it being night, a gentleman conducted us to\nour lodgings and introduced us, where we were kindly received. I preached\none sermon to a small society that seemed almost without a shepherd\nto look to their welfare. I was astonished at the situation of the\nchurch\u2014after which time the Elder came. A Baptist society occupied the\nhouse in the morning, and in the afternoon the Elder preached\u2014it was a\ndull time indeed, none joined. At night I tried to preach, but could not\ntell what the Lord had done for them people, for they seemed both barren\nand unfruitful.\n\nI felt an anxiety to go to Chillicothe, for which place I took passage\nand arrived on Wednesday; found a large field of labor open. I preached\non the next night (Thursday) to a very large and well informed\ncongregation. I then took passage via canal, and my mind was much\nexercised, indeed, somewhat uncommon. Text 1st, Thessalonians: \u201cBecause\niniquity abounds the love of many waxed cold, but they that endure to\nthe end the same shall be saved.\u201d Text 2d: \u201cFor Christ sent me not to\nbaptize, but to preach the gospel lest the cause of Christ should be made\nof non effect.\u201d Text 3d. Prov. 5th c. 6th v., I preached again from these\nwords: \u201cAll flesh is as grass.\u201d Fifth and last: \u201cI am the true Vine,\u201d &c.\nMy visit being out, I left for Williamsport in peace with God, likewise\nthe brethren, as the friends had used me very kind. After the quarterly\nmeeting, we all took passage with the Elder for Pittsburg, to meet the\nconference. I there met the Rt. Rev. Bishop, and others I was glad to\nsee. I remained there two or three weeks, and preached four sermons.\nBoth preachers and people used me like christians. The conference\nwas largely attended with ministers from every direction. The Bishop\ngranted an open house for persons to visit and hear the arrangements\nand appointments on the circuits. The preaching was very good, and it\nseemed as if the word fell heavy upon the hearts of the King\u2019s enemies;\na general revival took place. The Bishop gave me an appointment during\nthe conference. After my visit came to a close, I was exercised to\nleave for Philadelphia. A lady, named Mrs. Dorsey, being acquainted with\none of the captains of the boats, succeeded in procuring a comfortable\npassage for me for $15, and $3 for board, making $18 in all, when it was\n$48 from Philadelphia to Pittsburg. I felt grateful towards God for his\nmindfulness of me. The captain was a gentleman, and the passengers of\nthe first circle, and I enjoyed their company. When we changed boats at\nHollidaysburg, the captain put me on the fast line that I might arrive\nat Philadelphia in the day. There was a white lady on the boat with me,\nbound to Philadelphia, who had travelled from New Orleans. A gentleman\nwho was coming to the city, seeing her lonely situation and also mine, he\nnever left the cars until he saw each of our baggages in the omnibus and\nstarting for our doors\u2014a gentleman indeed. Thus ended this journey, Sept.\n1839.\n\nAfter my arrival, my first inquiry was after the state of health of my\nson and his family, and to my great disappointment I found that my little\ngrandson had died. This was startling news to me, you may think, but the\nLord removed him for some wise purpose of his providence, and in this I\nfelt perfectly resigned to his will, with a heart of gratitude for my\nprotection and safe arrival at home. I remained in the city about three\nmonths, and received appointments in our churches on Thursday nights,\nalthough in years past I always had them at any time, Sunday afternoons\nnot excepted. In Philadelphia, N. York, Baltimore, and all the principal\ncities, from 100 to 1000 miles distant, as I travelled under the reign\nof the first Bishop Rt. Rev. Richard Allen, I have been instrumental in\nthe hands of God of gaining many hundreds of dollars for the connexion,\nby raising societies where there never had been any, since which time\nthey have grown to such a mass as to build large churches, and that in\ndifferent places, and likewise have spent hundreds, but don\u2019t regret\nit, as I was about the work of Him that sent me, for which my reward is\npromised if I but hold out faithful.\n\n      Now, pray for me,\n    That while on earth I roam;\n      That with the joyful Jubilee,\n    I may arrive at home.\n\nI again was impressed upon to go into the western part of the State\nof Pennsylvania and labor for the Lord, as the field appeared large\nbefore me. About this time sister Elaw, a speaker belonging under the\njurisdiction of the E. Methodist connexion, coming to this place, she\nreceived an appointment which had been given to me, and I closed the\nmeeting after her, and we enjoyed good seasons together. The greatest\ndisplay of God\u2019s power seemed visible in a Protestant congregation;\nsister preached, and I gave an exhortation and closed, in which there\nwas a great shout for victory. I was informed by those that were in the\nspirit, that they saw the glory of God like a sun over the pulpit, and a\nface shone after it, thus the battle was the Lord\u2019s.\n\nMy sister leaving for England to visit the world\u2019s convention, I started\nalone. My first appointment was over Schuylkill\u2014then I was conveyed nine\nmiles farther, preached three sermons, and then returned to the city; on\nthe following week I left again for Lancaster, Pa., but meeting friends\ngoing to Columbia I went with them. The meetings were attended by the\nspirit of God, and the speakers felt the spirit of their station, and\nthe feast was glorious; over thirty were added to the church in less\nthan a week, and many of them found peace with God. From thence I went\nto Marietta, preached two sermons, and then left for Lancaster. The\nLord owned the word spoken, and after preaching, ten joined the church.\n\u201cPraise the Lord, for He only doeth great wonders.\u201d\u2014Psalms. I then\nproceeded on to Carlisle. Seemingly the wolf had got in among the fold\nand had scattered some clear away. But God\u2019s word will have its effect\nwhere it is promulgated in its purity. The consequence was, we had a\ngreat rejoicing. I preached six sermons, including one for the Protestant\nMethodists. I employed my time, as usual, endeavoring to explain the\neffects of the everlasting gospel of the kingdom, even in common\nconversation. The happy seasons I have seen are ever memorable to me,\nand my prayer is, that all Israel may be saved, not only from the trials\nof life, but from the power of hell. I then proceeded to Harrisburg,\npreached one sermon to a good congregation, and felt considerable liberty\nin speaking. I left next morning for Marietta; it was a very cold day;\nsometimes I rode in a slay and sometimes in a carriage. I preached one\nsermon on Sabbath, and next day took passage in a slay for Columbia. I\nstopped a few days, preached one sermon, then left for Penningtonville.\nI preached there on Sabbath day to a good congregation of different\ndenominations\u2014it was a glorious day to my soul. Upon the authority of\nGod\u2019s word, there need be no doubt about religion, for they that have\nit carry the witness within themselves. Thus, having finished my visit\nwith a peace of conscience, I returned to Philadelphia, March 1st,\nand found all my friends well. I waited in the temple of the Lord and\npreached several times. I felt anxious to go to Baltimore on a visit to\nthe general conference, being the first of that kind held there for many\nyears. After mentioning it to the Bishop, he said I should be paid for\nit if I wished to go, for which I felt very grateful. After making the\nnecessary preparations by arranging my clothes, &c., the morning came\nfor to start; the boat was to leave Philadelphia at 6 o\u2019clock, A. M. My\nmind had been somewhat divided about going to N. York, as I wanted to see\nthe convention of the American Anti-Slavery Society. But on my way to\nthe Baltimore boat, in company with a young sister, my mind was suddenly\narrested by a strange sensation, which proceeded from some supernatural\ncause, followed by a voice which seemingly spake thus: \u201ca watery grave!\na watery grave!!\u201d I told the sister what had been revealed to me, yet not\nhalf a square from the house. She believed as I did, and I consequently\nturned back with an impression I should be drowned if I went, as I\nseemingly saw the water. \u201cHow unsearchable are God\u2019s judgments, and his\nways are past finding out.\u201d\n\nThe same month, April, I was sent for in great haste to visit Cape May,\nto see my aged mother, as it was thought for the last time, as she was\nvery ill, at the advanced age of 82 years. I went and remained with\nher several weeks, when she nearly recovered. I then filled several\nappointments unexpectedly. But my way was I know not where. During my\nstay there I lost a nephew 12 years of age, whom I trust rests. But I\nshould have mentioned, the day I returned from the Baltimore boat, I\ntook passage at 2 o\u2019clock, P. M., for Burlington, and preached for them\non Sabbath day at a quarterly meeting, and second day after I left for\nNew York and arrived the first day the convention sat, which I attended\nin company with Mrs. H. Lane, who was ever zealous in the good cause of\nliberty and the rights of all, and I heard some very eloquent speeches\nwhich pleased me very much, and my heart responded with this instruction:\n\u201cDo unto all men as you would they should do unto you;\u201d and as we are all\nchildren of one parent, no one is justified in holding slaves. I felt\nthat the spirit of God was in the work, and also felt it my duty to unite\nwith this Society. Doubtless the cause is good, and I pray God to forward\non the work of abolition until it fills the world, and then the gospel\nwill have free course to every nation, and in every clime.\u2014After the\nconvention was over I returned to Philadelphia, and prepared for a long\njourney. But previously I visited a part of Rev. Turner\u2019s circuit\u2014Jersey,\nviz. of Burlington, Trenton, &c. His charge was extensive and laborers\nwere much wanted. I endeavored to preach two sermons in Burlington,\nand in other places nine more, and then visited Allentown and preached\nthree sermons. I visited a camp meeting and never saw a greater display\nof God\u2019s power, for truly signs and wonders followed the preaching of\nthe cross of Christ, while the voice of prayer made sinners stare and\nfilled them with awe and wonder. I also preached to a small society five\nmiles farther, called Lawrenceville, after which I returned to Trenton,\nPrinceton, &c., and in a few days I left for Brunswick. I left for this\njourney in 1843, in one of the brother\u2019s own conveyance, for which I\nfelt very thankful. I filled several appointments, and then left for\nNew York, where I remained several weeks, and proposed the holding of a\nprotracted meeting to the Elder Boggs, in charge, and he thought well of\nit, and appointed one, and it seemed that the people truly had a mind to\nwork, and the Lord blessed our labors. I preached on two Sabbath nights\nand once in the middle of the week. A revival broke out and twenty-one\nwere added to the church, and it concluded with a victorious Love-feast,\nglory to God. During my absence my son was taken very ill with a severe\ndisease, and I felt very anxious to see him after an absence of several\nmonths; consequently in December I left N. York on my return, and I\nfound him much better than I expected, which greatly relieved my mind.\nI preached once in the Bethel, once in the Wesley church, which came in\nthe connexion, Hurst St., and other places, but soon finished my work in\nthis city, and notwithstanding the severity of the winter, I returned\nto Rahway, and found the friends very kind to me. I thank the Lord for\ngiving them hearts to be so, as the winter was trying. I preached ten\nsermons during my stay, in which time a great revival took place in the\nchurch, and many were added, amongst whom was a Rev. father E\u2e3a, who had\nleft our church but at this time returned, and truly we made use of that\nvery appropriate phrase: \u201cThe dead is alive and the lost is found,\u201d and\nthe brother rejoiced much, seeing the Providence of God. Now I began\nto feel my labors nearly completed in that part. I returned to N. York\n(as my visit was not accomplished in that city) on the 1st of March,\n1841, and tarried some time, after which I took passage on steamboat\nfor New Haven and arrived there at 1 o\u2019clock, P. M. I was conducted by\ncarriage to Mr. B\u2019s, and his family was kind; on next Wednesday I was\ntaken to a brother\u2019s house, near the meeting house, which they commenced\nin January, and I preached in it in March. Being a people there whose\nminds were much cultivated, I felt at liberty to speak, believing God\nwould own his word, which he did, and we had a revival. But Lucifer had\nprepared an engine to play upon it and put it out. But we had some firm\nmembers that turned neither to the right or left, as the scripture saith\n\u201cthe righteous shall hold on their way.\u201d Ah! reader, many scenes I have\npassed through, but I yet live by faith in the Son of God. I preached\ntwenty-one sermons, and made my home at brother White\u2019s, near the church;\nthis saved me from a great deal of exposure in going to and returning\nfrom the church. I perceived their slothfulness in coming out to Sabbath\nmorning services. My first text was Rev. i, 10. God was with us truly,\nfor signs and wonders followed, and we commenced a protracted meeting,\nand on the fifth night there were fourteen mourning souls at the anxious\nbench. After a stay of seven weeks, I felt at liberty to leave them,\nwhich I did, and arrived in New York on the 24th of April. Elder B. gave\nme an appointment the ensuing Sabbath morning in Bethel church. After\nthat I went over to Brooklyn and spoke three or four times, but my heart\nmourned to see such a great falling off that had taken place in a few\nmonths past. But the conference sit there, and they had good preaching,\nand the congregation soon began to increase. The brothers were kind to\nme and gave me appointments at different places. I continued to travel\nround about, and spoke a number of times in Flushing, eight sermons in\nJamaica, three in Flatbush, three in Huntingdon south, three in Glencove,\nand then returned to Brooklyn again, and remained awhile with a sister\nwho was ever kind to me, for which I hope God will reward her, with\nothers. There was a camp-meeting to commence that week of my return, to\nbe held by Rev. Boggs, near Harvest Straw, and I through invitation went\nin company\u2014it was a very rainy time, but we had a great meeting, and I\nreceived two appointments. We caught no cold, and the christians rejoiced\nin the victories of the Cross, for we believed the Lord would shelter us\neven in the midst of storm.\n\nHaving a great desire to go to Massachusetts, I paid my way to Harvest\nStraw to take the boat, but was disappointed, not being in time, after\nwhich I had to pay a gentleman to convey me ten miles and conduct me\nsafe on board of the boat for Albany. I had a pleasant cabin passage for\n$1.50. On my arrival I employed a person to convey me and my baggage to\na friend\u2019s house, and when I got there, they being absent, I did not\nstop even for breakfast, but returned to a N. York boat that stopped at\nHudson, and there to take passage by Railroad. On my arrival, I found\nthe cars did not start until 4 o\u2019clock, P. M. It then occurred to my\nmind that I was in Hudson unexpectedly, and truly the hand of the Lord\nmust be in it, as I wanted to visit that place some time before. I then\nwent out in search of some of my own people of color, trying to find\nout if I could get a place to preach in on my return, as I felt anxious\nto call the fallen sons and daughters of Adam. When about to start in\nthe cars for Stockbridge, one of the brothers of the church went in\ncompany with me to the camp. By 7 o\u2019clock we were safely landed and\nfound the meeting prosperous, and I felt warm for the battle, as though\nI must press through fire or water. We had one mile to walk or pay 25\ncents\u2014after walking the distance, we found the tent that the Albany\nfriends were accommodated at; soon after which the Elder heard of it and\ncalled upon me, which seemed to approbate my coming to his camp. I felt\na great degree of liberty, believing myself to be in the right place.\nAfter several other strangers had labored in their turn, the Elder gave\nme another appointment on Saturday night. I endeavored to speak as God\ngave ability, and a brother closed meeting after me. On Sabbath morning\nat 10 o\u2019clock, I tried to speak again to a large congregation. It rained\nvery heavy, but they gave the best attention and withstood the storm in\nall quietness; I felt free, the tongue was loosed, the lip was touched,\nand the heart was warm, which seemed to operate with the language of the\ntext, in Rev.: \u201cI was in the spirit on the Lord\u2019s day.\u201d The Lord owned\nthe word, and the hearty Amens that went up, caused the woods to echo. A\nwhite Methodist gentleman was present, who had become almost choked to\ndeath with the glutted cares of this world; while sitting, God through\nhis mercy, sent his awakening power to his heart, and he rejoiced louder\nthan others, telling me he was glad the Lord had sent me, that his mind\nhad been overcharged with the cares of this life truly, and all of this\nwhile Israel shouted for the battle. The wicked were somewhat rude on\nSunday night, and the Elder gave a very appropriate address to the\ngentlemen of the State of Massachusetts, showing how our rights were\ninvaded, after which the gentlemen took it on themselves to guard the\ncamp ground, and we had good order. The breaking up was a time long to\nbe remembered, and on that day at 12 o\u2019clock I left for Hudson. I there\npreached one or two sermons, visited the sick, &c., and was then taken to\nPittsfield, preached one sermon, and then proceeded by stage to Hudson\ncity, where I remained a while with a kind sister and her daughter.\nI attended the church on Sabbath morning and enjoyed a good sermon\ndelivered by the Elder.\n\nAt 2 o\u2019clock, P. M., I tried to preach in the same church to a full\ncongregation. Text from the general epistle of James, 1st Chapter & 25th\nverse. At night I spoke in the old Methodist church for the first time,\nfrom these words; \u201cWe have found him of whom Moses and the Prophet\u2019s\ndid write, Jesus of Nazereth, the son of Joseph.\u201d My mind was much\nexercised on the subject; receiving light from Heaven. I preached one\nsermon in the School-House at Catskill from these words; \u201cI will give you\npower to tread on serpents and scorpions, and they shall not harm you.\u201d\nThe Lord was there of a truth. After this, by request, I spoke in the\nwhite Methodist church from these words: \u201cTherefore, cast not away your\nconfidence, which has great recompense of reward.\u201d The Lord was there,\nand assisted the clay to speak in his name. On Monday night I spoke from\nthese words of Paul to the Hebrews: \u201cIf the words spoken by Angels, are\nsteadfast,\u201d &c., which had its desired effect. On Saturday I left for\nAlbany, taking with me a good report for the Elder of our connection;\nafter which, we wrote for him to come and form a Society, which he\ndid sometime afterwards. The Elder was kind, and gave me appointments\nfrequently. He held a Protracted Meeting, at which all of our laborers\nwere successful. I preached seven sermons in Albany and one in Troy;\nafter which I felt moved upon to visit Binghampton, and sister Tilghman\nwas on her way to the same place to visit her father and mother, from\nwhom she had been absent for some time, preaching the Everlasting Gospel\nof the Kingdom. But we were detained on the canal some time; but the\nCaptain was kind and treated us well. After five days sail we arrived\nsafe, and found our friends well; but not well in the Lord.\n\nAs soon as I enter a city I can feel the spirit that I may have to\ncontend with; but by the permission of the Elder I filled appointments\nfor a week or two, and then left for Montrose Quarterly Meeting. Preached\nfive sermons, and passed through many things that were not agreeable,\nbut duty makes labor light. I also spoke to a white congregation. After\nriding five or six miles and back the same night, and preaching two\nsermons in the town, I returned again to Binghampton, and held the\nChristmas Watch-Night meeting, as I found it was about to be omitted,\nand feeling interested, made application to the Trustees the Elder being\nabsent, and thus gained permission. It was a task for me, as sister\nTilghman was sick; but the Lord was with us, while we rejoiced in the\nlight that had come into the world. Glory to God for the gift of his Son.\nIn the morning three of us attended the Episcopal church, and associated\nwith them in receiving the Lord\u2019s Supper. At night I preached again, and\nI felt zealous in the cause of God, who was, and is ever faithful to his\npromise; \u201cLo! I am with you alway, even to the end of the world.\u201d\n\nThe Elder then returned and urged me to stay, but I saw my way was\nonward. Alter preaching once more, I was aided on my way to Owego,\nwhere I found the enemies were many, standing in opposition to female\npreaching, or preachers of any kind; but God always clears the way for\nhis people. While they were preparing to have a dance rather than come to\nhear preaching, and boasting that they would invite the Elder to come to\nit, God laid his heavy hand upon the man that was to play the fiddle for\nthem; he fell sick on the floor; but he was determined to carry it out,\nand sent for another man, and he refused, and at last this Goliah-like\nman was glad to send for the Elder to come and pray for him. \u201cO! sinner,\nthou cans\u2019t not measure arms with Jehovah! He is a man of war, and the\nLord is his name.\u201d In this very place, God worked miracles among them. I\npreached on Friday night, Sabbath morning, afternoon and night\u2014and God\nworked wonders; converting some of the most wicked among them.\n\nAfter this, I left for Smithboro; it seemed truly a hard place, and my\nlabors were attended with but little success. There were a few scattering\nMethodists that assembled to worship, and seemed profited thereby.\nAfter I delivered my message I left for Towanda; and there we had very\ncomfortable meetings. I then proceeded ten miles further and preached;\nthere were eight persons, there one being an exhorter. They met us in\nthe spirit of the gospel. After doing my duty I returned to Towanda, and\non Wednesday I left for Athens; remained two days, preaching two sermons\nin the Academy. Next morning I rode about two miles, but we had to wait\nuntil the next Tuesday, in consequence of the flood being so great. I now\nwas among strangers, with very little money; but finding the lady was a\nchristian, I ventured to open my mind to her, telling her the nature of\nmy mission. She told her husband, who said he would charge me only six\nshillings. I sewed three spreads together for her to quilt. She then\ninformed me of a lady preacher in the neighborhood, one mile distant.\nI was kindly received by her, and met another person there also that\nseemed greatly wrought upon. After a seasonable word of exhortation, I\ntook tea with them. In three days time I left for Towanda again, and\nmet with great success by preaching in private houses. There was a\ngentlemen that seemed as if he never thought of God in all his life,\nbut was arrested by the conviction of God\u2019s spirit, and sent for me to\ncome and pray for him and his family. To this my soul greatly rejoiced,\nleaving him with a promise to call again, which I did. After inquiring\nmy manner of travelling, and what I depended upon for support. I replied\nby giving him a statement of how I travelled, when he kindly aided me by\na donation, and wished me success, requesting me to pray for him and his\nfamily before I left them, and I believe I saw him then fast ripening for\neternal blessedness.\n\nI was then sent for to return again to Owego, a distance of 38 miles,\nand they would pay my way on to Montrose, on my way to Philadelphia. I\nobeyed the request and found things very prosperous indeed. At night we\nhad prayer meetings, and the Lord continued to pour out his spirit upon\nthe people, and we had a meeting every night. Mr. J. H., formerly of\nColumbia, whose lot was cast as in a strange land, where there were only\na few people that were members of the M. E. church; several husbands,\nstrangers to God until now, and their wives, servants of the most High\nGod, and two daughters of Mr. J. H., were justified through faith\u2014three\njoined the church previously. I was selected to make a class book, and\ndid so, as I wanted to see how many were for us. The Baptists had held\nan anxious meeting, after which five joined them. I made the trial by\nspecial invitation, and thirteen joined us. I had preached on Sabbath\nmorning and night, and then held prayer meetings every night afterwards\nthat week, except Saturday night; a man and his wife fell to the floor\nand cried for mercy, and both arose in the same hour soundly converted,\ngiving God the glory. I preached on the next Sabbath morning and then led\nclass, and at night again\u2014text, Judges iv. 25, 26. They all marvelled at\na woman taking such a deep subject, but the Lord assisted the organ of\nclay, and we had the victory, as there were twenty-one persons joined\nfrom that revival, and nearly all of them evinced justifying grace. On 3d\nday night we wound up, as I was to start on my journey on next day, which\nI did\u2014brother paid my passage. I rode 28 miles in good company with a\nlady and gentleman who were going to New York. She said she was sorry to\npart; we had a heavy thunder storm with rain, and it was very dark, but\nwe had a very careful driver, and we arrived safe at Montrose and took\nsupper\u2014between 12 and 1 o\u2019clock at night I took stage for Wilkesbarre and\narrived there at 8 next morning, and there I crossed the Susquehanna; I\nwas very hungry, and having a little time I went to the house and asked\nthe lady for breakfast and I would pay her. She said she had nothing,\nbut would try and get me a good breakfast and take no pay, which she\ndid. I truly feel thankful to God that he has proved himself a table in\nthe wilderness. About 4 o\u2019clock in the afternoon I arrived safe and was\nkindly received, and preached on Sabbath morning and night. Between the\ntwo appointments I rode two miles and preached in the afternoon. That day\nthe Lord was in the house in power. Tuesday evening we had a glorious\nprayer meeting. I rode all night around the mountain, and some walked\nand appeared to be a quarter of a mile off. But the Lord preserved me\nin the mail stage alone. I adore his name now and I shall for evermore.\nThe preacher in charge arrived the next day after I did, and spent his\nlabors of love among the people. On the Wednesday following he went\naway and left me in charge of the class, (eight persons) to regulate\nthem, and by the permission of the elder I addressed them. After I had\nrelieved my mind and taken my seat the preacher formed them into a class\nand appointed a leader, who but three months before, was unconverted;\nbut being so interested for the prosperity of Zion, seemed worthy of the\nappointment. After this I endeavored to hold prayer meetings through the\nweek; preached twice on Sabbath day and helped to lead class, as the\nbrother was young,\u2014but they were all willing people, and truly it seemed\nto be the day of God\u2019s power among them, and \u201cPeace abided at our House.\u201d\n\nAt the expiration of three weeks and four days I left them fifteen names\non their class book. I then rode a distance of sixty miles over a hard\nroad, hills and mountains, (there being no turn-pike or rail-road on that\nrout from Wilksbarre to Easton;)\u2014some part of the way there was good\nsleighing. Through the help of Providence we arrived at Easton about 8\no\u2019clock, P. M. I took supper and lodging in the Hotel, where I was well\naccommodated; after which I found a small number of colored friends. We\nhad a meeting, and \u201cit was good for us to be there.\u201d After this I called\nat New Hope, thirty-two miles I think from Philadelphia; visited the\nfamily I was brought up in, stopped and rested myself, as I felt much\nexhausted from travelling, so much winter and summer. I preached two or\nthree times. Brother J. B. \u2e3a was holding a protracted meeting. I gained\nstrength; thank the Lord, and then left for home, and arrived in the city\nthe last day of March 1842, having been two years, wanting a few days,\nalmost incessantly travelling. I found my son, together with the rest\nof my family connections quite well; yet I could hear of the ravages\nof death, the relentless murderer, who never takes denials; my little\ngrand-daughter, a promising child indeed, was taken with the rest. O! how\nsoon delights may perish, and my heart responds\u2014\u201cThe Lord\u2019s will be done.\u201d\n\nMy health being very much impaired, I knew not but that I should be the\nnext one called away, but the Lord spared me for some other purpose,\nand upon my recovery I commenced travelling again, feeling it better\nto wear out than to rust out\u2014and so expect to do until death ends the\nstruggle\u2014knowing, if I lose my life for Christ\u2019s sake, I shall find it\nagain.\n\nI now conclude\u2014by requesting the prayers of God\u2019s people everywhere, who\nworship in His holy fear, to pray for me, that I ever may endeavor to\nkeep a conscience void of offence, either towards God or man\u2014for I feel\nas anxious to blow the Trumpet in Zion, and sound the alarm in God\u2019s Holy\nMount, as ever;\u2014\n\n    Though Nature\u2019s strength decay,\n      And earth and hell withstand\u2014\n    To Canaan\u2019s land I\u2019ll urge my way,\n      At HIS Divine command.\n\nBut here I feel constrained to give over, as from the smallness of this\npamphlet I cannot go through with the whole of my journal, as it would\nprobably make a volume of two hundred pages; which, if the Lord be\nwilling, may at some future day be published. But for the satisfaction\nof such as may follow after me, when I am no more, I have recorded how\nthe Lord called me to his work, and how he has kept me from falling from\ngrace, as I feared I should. In all things he has proved himself a God\nof truth to me; and in his service I am now as much determined to spend\nand be spent, as at the very first. My ardour for the progress of his\ncause abates not a whit, so far as I am able to judge, though I am now\nsomething more than fifty years of age.\n\nAs to the nature of uncommon impressions, which the reader cannot but\nhave noticed, and possibly sneered at in the course of these pages, they\nmay be accounted for in this way: It is known that the blind have the\nsense of hearing in a manner much more acute than those who can see: also\ntheir sense of feeling is exceedingly fine, and is found to detect any\nroughness on the smoothest surface, where those who can see find none.\nSo it may be with such as I am, who has never had more than three months\nschooling; and wishing to know much of the way and law of God, have\ntherefore watched the more closely, the operations of the Spirit, and\nhave in consequence been led thereby. But let it be remarked that I have\nnever found that Spirit lead me contrary to the Scriptures of truth, as I\nunderstand them. \u201cFor as many as are led by the _Spirit_ of God are the\nsons of God.\u201d\u2014Rom. viii. 14.\n\nI have now only to say, May the blessing of the Father, and of the Son,\nand of the Holy Ghost, accompany the reading of this poor effort to speak\nwell of his name, wherever it may be read. AMEN.\n\nP.S. Please to pardon errors, and excuse all imperfections, as I have\nbeen deprived of the advantages of education (which I hope all will\nappreciate) as I am measurably a self-taught person. I hope the contents\nof this work may be instrumental in leaving a lasting impression upon the\nminds of the impenitent; may it prove to be encouraging to the justified\nsoul, and a comfort to the sanctified.\n\nThough much opposed, it is certainly essential in life, as Mr. Wesley\nwisely observes. Thus ends the Narrative of JARENA LEE, the first female\npreacher of the First African Methodist Episcopal Church.\n\nBETHEL AT PHILADELPHIA, PENN., UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\n\nFINIS.","title":"Religious Experience and Journal of Mrs. Jarena Lee: Giving an Account of Her Call to Preach the Gospel","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":50621}