I think often of the kindness you showed me while I was in ---- [a county jail], and I will never forget it or the advice you gave me. You started me on the right path to heaven, and I do pray to God that he will lead the rest of the way so that when I stand before him on the judgment-day he will claim me as one of his own children. There is one thing that worries me: my mother is quite sick, and writes me that she does not expect to live to see me set at liberty, but I pray to God to spare her until I am free and able to prove to her and every one else that I am a true child of God and worthy to take my place amongst honest Christian men. Don't think I can ever forget you, and my thoughts are with you when my words are not. I will close now, hoping that God will take care of you, which is the prayer of your friend, A---- G----. FROM A RECLAIMED WIFE. San Francisco, Cal., Dec. 3,----. Dear Mother Roberts: You don't know how glad I was to receive your kind and loving letter. Yes, I can praise God this very day for his loving-kindness and tender mercy. Yesterday I gave a testimony to some poor souls at San Quentin, and you don't know how much good it did them. Three gave their hearts to God. All that I am praying for now is that Jesus may make me a shining light for souls that know him not. There was one prisoner that knew me in my life of sin, and he told the others that I looked ten years younger.... Oh, may God forbid that it may ever be so again; for when I think how he has snatched me out from the pit of hell, oh, how I love my Jesus more and more, dear Mama Roberts!... What God has done for me, surely he can do for others. _I only wish I could turn this wicked world upside down and make it new again_. In one of the Psalms I read, "My soul hath kept thy testimonies, and I love them exceedingly." May it always be so. Mama Roberts, I will soon get a letter from Lucy. You don't know how I love to get her letters. I assure you that when I get blue I take and read one or two lines that her gentle hand has written, and it does me good. Now, tomorrow night, you know, is prayer-meeting night, and I know you won't forget me. Pray that I may, by the grace of God, do some poor soul good by telling them of _the life that I led for twenty and one years_ [drink, etc.]... I will close with love from one that dearly loves you and who will always pray for you. I remain as ever, Yours in Christ, E---- K----. P.S. My husband wishes to be remembered to you. I hope that you will come to see me soon. Write soon. FROM A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD SINNED-AGAINST CHILD. Dear Mama Roberts: I am learning about Jesus day by day. I hope you are well and strong. The Lord will help you.... My little chick is growing, and its mother is showing her little chick to eat.... Pray for me. I am praying for you, too. From your dear, F---- E----. FROM ONE IN A HOUSE OF SIN. M----, Cal. Mrs. Florence Roberts: