n say, in the words of the hymn,--

'I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.'"

"O yes, sir, me believe that Jesus died for poor Negro. What would
become of poor wicked Negro, if Christ no die for him? But he die for de
chief of sinners, and dat make my heart sometimes quite glad."

"What part of the Bible were you reading, William?"

"Me read how de man upon de cross spoke to Christ, and Christ spoke to
him. Now dat man's prayer just do for me; 'Lord, remember me.' Lord,
remember poor Negro sinner: dis is my prayer every morning, and sometimes
at night too; when me cannot tink of many words, den me say de same
again; Lord, remember poor Negro sinner."

"And be sure, William, the Lord hears that prayer. He pardoned and
accepted the thief upon the cross, and he will not reject you; he will in
no wise cast out any that come to him."

"No, sir, I believe it; but dere is so much sin in my heart, it makes me
afraid and sorry. Massa, do you see dese limpets, {107} how fast dey
stick to de rocks here? Just so, sin sticks fast to my heart."

"It may be so, William; but take another comparison: do you cleave to
Jesus Christ, by faith in his death and righteousness, as those limpets
cleave to the rock, and neither seas nor storms shall separate you from
his love."

"Dat is just what me want."

"Tell me, William, is not that very sin which you speak of a burden to
you? You do not love it; you would be glad to obtain strength against
it, and to be freed from it; would you not?"

"O yes; me give all dis world, if me had it, to be without sin!"

"Come then, and welcome, to Jesus Christ, my brother; his blood cleanseth
from all sin. He gave himself as a ransom for sinners. He hath borne
our grief, and carried our sorrows. He was wounded for our
transgressions; he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of
our peace was upon him, and with his stripes we are healed. The Lord
hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. Come, freely come to Jesus, the
Saviour of sinners."

"Yes, massa," said the poor fellow, weeping, "me will come: but me come
very slow; very slow, massa: me want to run, me want to fly. Jesus is
very goot to poor Negro, to send you to tell him all dis."

"But this is not the first time you have heard these truths!"

"No, sir; dey have been comfort to my soul many times, since me hear goot
minister preach in America, as me tell you last week at your house."

"Well, now