It is now a time of great action in the world but not much reflection.
An incident of my boy-hood has just come into my mind.

When an apprentice boy, I was at work with my "boss" on a house in Torringford, very near the residence of Rev.Mr.Mills, the father of Samuel J.Mills the missionary.

This was in 1809, fifty-one years ago.

This young man was preparing to go out on his missionary voyage.

How wickedly we are taught when we are young! I thought he was a mean, lazy fellow.