Burning with a recollection of the wrongs man had done me--mourning for the injuries my brethren were still enduring, and deeply convicted of the guilt of my own sins against God.

One evening, in the third week of the struggle, while alone in my chamber, and after solemn reflection for several hours, I concluded that I could never be happy or useful in that state of mind, and resolved that I would try to become reconciled to God.

I was then living in the family of an Elder of the Presbyterian Church.

I had not made known my feelings to any one, either in the family or out of it; and I did not suppose that any one had discovered my feelings.

To my surprise, however, I found that the family had not only been aware of my state for several days, but were deeply anxious on my behalf.