"Who sanctified you?" "The Holy Ghost, who teach me to know de goot Fader, and his dear Son Jesus." "What was your state by nature?" "Me wicked sinner; me know noting but sin, me do noting but sin; my soul more black dan my body." "Has any change taken place in you since then?" "Me hope so, massa; but me sometime afraid no." "If you are changed, who changed you?" "God de goot Fader, Jesus his dear Son, and God de Holy Spirit." "How was any change brought about in you?" "God make me a slave when me was young little boy." "How, William? would you say God made you a slave?" "No, massa, no: me mean, God let me be made slave by white men, to do me goot." "How to do you good?" "He take me from de land of darkness, and bring me to de land of light." "Which do you call the land of light? the West India Islands?" "No, massa; dey be de land of Providence, but America be de land of light to me; for dere me first hear goot minister preach. And now dis place where I am now is de land of more light; for here you teach me more and more how goot Jesus is to sinners." "What does the blood of Christ do?" "It cleanse from all sin; and so me hope from my sin." "Are then all men cleansed from sin by his blood?" "O no, massa." "Who are cleansed and saved?" "Dose dat have faith in him." "Can you prove that out of the Bible?" "Yes, sir: 'He dat believeth on de Son hath everlasting life; and he dat believeth not de Son shall not see life, but de wrath of God abideth on him'" (John iii. 36). "What is it to have faith?" "Me suppose dat it is to tink much about Jesus Christ, to love him much, to believe all he says to be true, to pray to him very much; and when me feel very weak and very sinful, to tink dat he is very strong and very goot, and all dat for my sake." "And have you such a faith as you describe?" "Oh, massa! me tink sometimes me have no faith at all." "Why so, William?" "When me want to tink about Jesus Christ, my mind run about after oder tings; when me want to love him, my heart soon quite cold; when me want to believe all to be true what he says to sinners, me den tink it is not true for me; when me want to pray, de devil put bat, very bat thoughts into me; and me never tank Christ enough. Now all dis make me sometimes afraid I have no faith." I observed a very earnest glow of attention and fellow-feeling in some countenances present, as he spoke these words I then said-- "I think, William, I can prove that you have faith, notwithstanding your fears to the contrary. Answer me a few more questions. "Did you begin to think yourself a great sinner, and to feel the want of a Saviour, of your own self, and by your own thoughts and doings?" "O no; it came to me when me tink noting about it, and seek noting about it." "Who sent the good minister in America to awaken your soul by his preaching?" "God, very certainly." "Who then began the work of serious thought in your mind?"