dead, and he did not know what to do
concerning them. I told him to go to those places where his creditors used
to live, and he might find, perhaps, some needy widows and fatherless
children, whom they had left behind; and, if not, he should inquire after
the lawful heirs, and pay the money to them. He saw with me, and declared
his full intention to do so, whatever it might cost, and seemed truly glad
that God at last, through my advice, had delivered him from this burden;
for from time to time the matter had pressed on his conscience that he
ought to do it.--I spent this evening in relating to my father and brother
some of the Lord's dealings with me in England, particularly how He has
graciously provided for my temporal wants in answer to prayer, and they
both seemed to feel, for the moment at least the blessedness of
such a life.

April 7. I saw brother Knabe this morning, who is still determined to pay
the money, though tried by his wife. I exhorted him to steadfastness. I
also saw some persons who called on me to hear about England, for every
one of whom the Lord gave me a word without any effort. It was especially
so last night. A friend of my father, a Roman Catholic, called, and I was
enabled to set the truths of the gospel before him, with their blessed
effects, without entering upon the Roman Catholic controversy.--A part of
this morning I spent in walking about with my father to see one of his
gardens, and some of his fields, because I knew it would give him
pleasure; and I felt that I ought in every way to show him kindness and
attention, as far as I conscientiously could. Tomorrow, God willing, I
intend to leave, and to return to England. The Lord, in His rich mercy, in
answer to my prayer, has enabled me so to walk before my father, and has
also impressed what I have said so far upon his heart, as to cause him to
say today, "May God help me to follow your example, and to act according
to what you have said to me."

April 9. Celle. Yesterday morning I drove with my father to Halberstadt,
where, with many tears, he separated from me. I was alone in the mail,
which was a great comfort to me. It was a solemn time. I found myself
again on the road to Brunswick, which I had traversed twice in the service
of the devil, and now I was traveling on it in the name of Jesus. I
discerned, in passing, the inn at Wolfenbuttel, from whence I intended to
run away, and where I was arrested. How peculiar were my feelings! I