He threw my thoughts into a channel from which they have never entirely diverged.

He fanned my already intense love of knowledge into a flame, by assuring me that I was to be a useful man in the world.

When I would{132} say to him, "How can these things be and what can _I_ do ?" his simple reply was, _"Trust in the Lord."_ When I told him that "I was a slave, and a slave FOR LIFE," he said, "the Lord can make you free, my dear.

All things are possible with him, only _have faith in God."_ "Ask, and it shall be given." "If you want liberty," said the good old man, "ask the Lord for it, _in faith_, AND HE WILL GIVE IT TO YOU." Thus assured, and cheered on, under the inspiration of hope, I worked and prayed with a light heart, believing that my life was under the guidance of a wisdom higher than my own.

With all other blessings sought at the mercy seat, I always prayed that God would, of His great mercy, and in His own good time, deliver me from my bondage.
I went, one day, on the wharf of Mr.Waters; and seeing two Irishmen unloading a large scow of stone, or ballast I went on board, unasked, and helped them.