sent from the hands of one, whose very nature was at enmity with our Christian religion, may perhaps be conceived, but I cannot attempt to describe them—to form a correct idea of my emotions at that time, let him, and him alone, who has full faith in the religion of Christ, and at whose hands he has found mercy, and is not ashamed to confess him before the world, transport himself in imagination to the country where I then was; a distant heathen clime, a land of darkness where the enemy of souls reigns triumphant, and where by an idolatrous race the doctrines of a Blessed Redeemer are treated with derision and contempt; and none but such wretches for his campanions—thus situated, after having been more than two months deprived of that blessed book, which is so peculiarly calculated to afford him comfort and consolation in the trying hour of affliction and woe, let him imagine himself presented with the sacred volume, and by one who has been taught to despise its precious contents!

Although my master, in presenting me with the book, which to me was of inestimable value, consulted only his own interest, yet I could not but feel grateful to him for a treasure of more value, than any thing with which he could then have presented me. As soon as it was in my possession, I turned to Jer. 21, 16, and read the following passage, which afforded me great consolation: “Thus saith the Lord refrain thy voice from weeping and thine eyes