One Sunday morning, having gone down with our masters’ cows, and placed them at their food, we had a little leisure to think, and to talk over the goodness of God to us, his creatures. Coming to an alder tree, fresh and green, my companion stopped, and—taking off his cap said: “Here we must have a little bit of prayer.” Those were the words. I was taken somewhat by surprise. We both knelt—the grass was our carpet; John led off in earnest, solemn, heartfelt prayer, possessing the true spirit of devotion—heard, and witnessed, and accepted in the heavenly courts above, indicating an earnest of the promised possession of the heavenly inheritance. I feel something of the rekindling of God’s love while I am recording this interesting incident. When he had concluded I felt also prompted to make the attempt, in compliance with his request, but my sentences were feeble and broken, the very first that were ever heard in prayer by a fellow-creature. We often resorted thither for prayer subsequently, and often felt it to be a time of refreshing from the presence of the Lord. Once, on a Beccles horse-racing occasion, we repaired thither, and prayed for the giddy multitude, as also for our friends and acquaintances. There was another young man, James Taylor, whom we wished to draw into our company; but, he being a servant, soon changed his master, and went beyond our reach. He is also gone to rest, having died at Lowestoft about 1860. I attended to the commands of my master and mistress; was fairly fed; and my duties were not very stringent. I was not bound down so closely on the shop seat, but had plenty of outing, and oftentimes worked very late at night, so that we might forward our work, and accomplish the orders by the end of the week, although there was often too much to be done on a Sunday. My master oft indulged himself in such company as are to be found in public-houses, even on the Sabbath. There were in those days no restrictions as to the hours. The houses were kept open all day long, and sometimes he would take me with him, if there was not anything to take me in any other direction. On one occasion he stayed at the “Bell,” at Beccles, a long time, and being unwilling to part with the company he sent me on to Gillingham, two miles further. He had a customer who lived through Gillingham Toll-gale; thither I was to go to transact business, and then return. On my return, he was not ready to go home with me, but said he would be soon. After waiting till I was tired, I set off to go home to Worlingham. The mistress, knowing I had gone out with the master, insisted upon knowing where I had left him; I stated the truth. She felt uncomfortable, and said she would go and fetch him home. I said that it would not be advisable; that there were drunken people, who would laugh to see her sorrows multiplied; and that, perhaps, she would bear words by which she would be more grieved. She did not go, and for years