Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of LoveWheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
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Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of Love
Wheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
Evangelistic work; Prisons
Such work as you used to do has been left out of the prison life
and no one is allowed now to go into the chapel on Sundays. Once
each month I take in some people to help us sing in our praise
service. The same people every time, however. Pray for us.
Sincerely yours,
J. W. F. BARNES, Chaplain.
* * * * *
Massachusetts State Prison.
Charlestown, June 14, 1899.
Dear Sister Wheaton:
Yours came on Monday last. I was glad to hear from you, and to
get the enclosures in your letter. They are good--very good--for
my work and my own life. I heartily reciprocate all your good
wishes for me and pray that you may be preserved from all evil.
We have had some blessed conversions here and one or two of our
men have gone to their reward in great peace and joy.
F. is doing well and much loved in his work for Christ. He is at
same address I sent you before.
Truly yours in the work,
J. W. F. BARNES, Chaplain.
[Illustration: PERSONAL WORK.]
CHAPTER VI.
Some of My Prison Boys.
The writer of the following letters was one of the most remarkably
conscientious persons I ever knew. As a prisoner, he was very highly
respected by the officers. His chaplain has ever remained his sincere
friend and counselor. Years have passed since he left prison life and
he still remains an earnest Christian and an honorable member of
society. No one but his pastor, employer and former friends know his
past history.
He was converted in prison during services I held in 1884 or 1885. He
presented me some years ago with a book of poems of his own writing.
Not being able to carry them with me, I have lost trace of them.
Otherwise would be glad to furnish some of them to my readers.
* * * * *
To Mrs. Wheaton, My Dear Mother in the Lord:
I call you by this name because I am young and have lost my
mother in the flesh, and I am writing this letter because, as you
have given up all for Jesus' sake, you only can help me as I
wish. You can pray for me as a mother prays for a son. I am
twenty-four years old, have an eighteen years' sentence, have
served four years of it and expect to serve the whole of it for I
have no influential friends to help me.
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