more
affectionate. Exquisitely rounded Christian character is only thus
obtained. Our hearts, and glad, willing service ought to be laid on the
same altar as our humble offering, in proof of the profit and pleasure
that we have experienced in reviewing the career of those great examples
worthy of study and imitation. This is the only explanation we can give
for penning this memorial. Our hearts were deeply stirred by the words
uttered with the dying breath of Mrs. Knowles, when she said to me,
"PREACH THE GOSPEL UNCOLORED;" I want to recognize their importance as
synonymous with Paul's exhortation to Timothy, "Preach the Word." Yes,
dear reader, this is the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God,
and it is quick and powerful. We must wield it earnestly and bravely in
the great conflict of life, constantly reiterating the Bible woman's
dying words:

"MY DAY IS SHORT, I MUST FINISH MY WORK!"

In perusing these memoirs, we ask, Who can read the foregoing
correspondence and record of God's goodness to His saints, and through
them to perishing souls, promiscuously scattered among all classes, and
creeds, and colors, Jews and Gentiles alike, without feelings of
unfeigned gratitude to God for raising up two such worthy persons to
adorn "the doctrine of God, our Saviour?"

Our earnest prayer is, that the Holy Spirit will not allow to pass
unobserved such lives of usefulness and self-sacrifice, without
awakening a deeper interest in the lapsed masses of the lower part of
this city.

We sincerely trust, also, that the publication and perusal of this
humble effort to glorify God by perpetuating the memory of the loved
ones so fondly cherished shall not be all in vain, and fall on the
heart as a dead letter, "like the wind that passes over the rock,
leaving it harder than before." Mr. D. L. Moody once said, "I never saw
a man who was aiming to do the best work, but there could be some
improvement; I never did anything in my life that I didn't think I
could have done better, and I have often upbraided myself that I had
not done better. But to sit down and find fault with other people when
we are doing nothing ourselves is all wrong, and is the opposite of
holy, patient, divine love." May we rather be of that number concerning
whom it is said, "Blessed are those servants, who, when their Lord
shall come, He will find watching."

The sunset of life will come sooner or later, "Let us, then, give
earnest heed to the t