Come forward, and take this holy sacrament to your{275} comfort." The colored members poor, slavish souls went forward, as invited.

I went out, and have never been in that church since, although I honestly went there with a view to joining that body.
I found it impossible to respect the religious profession of any who were under the dominion of this wicked prejudice, and I could not, therefore, feel that in joining them, I was joining a Christian church, at all.

I tried other churches in New Bedford, with the same result, and finally, I attached myself to a small body of colored Methodists, known as the Zion Methodists.

Favored with the affection and confidence of the members of this humble communion, I was soon made a classleader and a local preacher among them.

Many seasons of peace and joy I experienced among them, the remembrance of which is still precious, although I could not see it to be my duty to remain with that body, when I found that it consented to the same spirit which held my brethren in chains.
In four or five months after reaching New Bedford, there came a young man to me, with a copy of the _Liberator_, the paper edited by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON, and published by ISAAC KNAPP, and asked me to subscribe for it.