med he,
leaping from the ground as he spoke, "if dou wilt but save deir souls,
and tell dem what dou hast done for sinner; but--"

He stopped, and seemed much affected.

"My friend," said I, "I will now pray with you, for your own soul, and
for those of your parents also."

"Do, massa; dat is very good and kind: do pray for poor Negro souls here
and everywhere."

This was a new and solemn "house of prayer." The sea-sand was our floor,
the heavens were our roof, the cliffs, the rocks, the hills, and the
waves, formed the walls of our chamber. It was not, indeed, a "place
where prayer was wont to be made;" but for this once it became a hallowed
spot: it will by me ever be remembered as such. The presence of God was
there. I prayed: the Negro wept. His heart was full. I felt with him,
and could not but weep likewise.

The last day will show whether our tears were not the tears of sincerity
and Christian love.

It was time for my return. I leaned upon his arm as we ascended the
steep cliff on my way back to my horse, which I had left at the top of
the hill. Humility and thankfulness were marked in his countenance. I
leaned upon his arm with the feelings of a _brother_. It was a
relationship I was happy to own. I took him by the hand at parting,
appointed one more interview previous to the day of baptizing him, and
bade him farewell for the present.

"God bless you, my dear massa!"

"And you, my fellow-Christian, for ever and ever!"

PART III.

The interesting and affecting conversation which I had with the Negro
servant produced a sensation not easy to be expressed. As I returned
home, I was led into meditation on the singular clearness and beauty of
those evidences of faith and conversion of heart to God, which I had just
seen and heard. How plainly, I thought, it appears that salvation is
freely "by grace through faith; and that not of ourselves; it is the gift
of God; not of works, lest any man should boast." What but the Holy
Spirit, who is the author and giver of the life of grace, could have
wrought such a change from the once dark, perverse, and ignorant heathen,
to this now convinced, enlightened, humble, and believing Christian! How
manifestly is the uncontrolled sovereignty of the Divine will exercised
in the calling and translating of sinners from darkness to light! What a
lesson may the nominal Christian of a civilized country sometimes learn
from the simple, sincere religion o