One morning I was called up rather early to fetch some milk for the family, for the cow was not always in profit. As soon as I had put on my boots, and had opened the door, I fell down perfectly insensible and unconscious. My master and mistress were on the room above. They thought I was gone out, but when they found I was not, they soon came to see. They were greatly alarmed thinking it might occur frequently; and I thought how easily my Father and my God could have removed me from this troublesome world. But thanks to His great goodness and mercy, I never remember to have had a recurrence of that solemn visitation. It brought me to consider my state by nature, as a sinner before God; and I expressed gratitude and thankfulness that my life was still preserved. Thenceforth, I resolved to seek the Lord, feeling that it was my bounden duty to serve Him, and I prayed for direction in this important matter. My young friend, Scarlett, of whom I have spoken, was permitted to attend the Wesleyan Chapel, at North Cove, and myself was also allowed to join him, and we felt it a privilege to listen to the truths as there taught. We felt that the Most High was the Father of Mercies, imparted to us, his creatures, through the atonement of Christ for the remission of sins. My friend’s views were Calvanistic; mine were not so, and we were prompted and exhorted to search the Scriptures. We did search, comparing spiritual things with spiritual help from above. About this time, one of the members of the chapel (Mrs. Keer), of Mutford, was removed by death, and a funeral sermon was preached in North Cove Chapel, from the words: “Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.” We had then placed before us the characteristics of a christian, or a believer, seeking salvation through the merits of the Great Redeemer, and as obedient children looking and praying and watching to the end of our course, amidst the temptations and impediments that bestrew our pathway here below. These timely observations and other christian duties were insisted on by Mr. Gibson, the good minister, the burden of which we treasured up in our young minds, and in the case of my friend I have no doubt produced good fruit unto eternal life, for his was destined to be but a short journey to the Celestial City. Mr. Pidgeon kept a cow, as did my master, and we sometimes had to drive them to marsh in the summer season—about a mile. We almost always had to go on Sundays, and then we could talk over our religious impressions and other matters. As he had a pious mother, who prayed for him, consequently he was a beloved partaker of the benefit, and he did appreciate it as a brother beloved, elected of God. ’Tis well with the righteous, God views them as such, They go to their Father, and can’t ask too much; In Christ, they are righteous, and who dare bring a charge? The blood of atonement hath signed their discharge.