This man not only prayed three time a day, but he prayed as he walked through the streets, at his work--on his dray everywhere.

His life was a life of prayer, and his words (when he spoke to his friends,) were about a better world.

Uncle Lawson lived near Master Hugh's house; and, becoming deeply attached to the old man, I went often with him to prayer-meeting, and spent much of my leisure time with him on Sunday.

The old man could read a little, and I was a great help to him, in making out the hard words, for I was a better reader than he.

I could teach him _"the letter,"_ but he could teach me _"the spirit;"_ and high, refreshing times we had together, in singing, praying and glorifying God.