I went to jail for stealin'.
I hadn't ever been an honest man in my life.

The only reason I hadn't been in jail all my life was that I hadn't been caught.

At last I was caught, an' I was sent up, an' I don't mind sayin' that I think my sentence was mighty light, considerin' all the heavy mischief that I'd done durin' my life.

While I was in jail I was talked to by a man that used to come through there to talk to the prisoners on Sundays.

An' about all he said to me was to read me a lot o' things that Jesus Christ said when He was alive in this world, an' told me to go ahead an' do all them things just as well as I knowed how to, an' if I did 'em all well as far as I could I'd find out a good deal more in the course of time." "Go on," said the lawyer.
"I haven't anything to go on with, Mr.Bartram," said the cobbler, "except that I took his advice, an' ain't ever been sorry for it, an' I wish I'd got it a good deal sooner.