Massa, me afraid my heart is very bat.

Me wish me was like you." "Like me, William?
Why, you are like me, a poor helpless sinner, that must, as well as yourself, perish in his sins, unless God, of his infinite mercy and grace, pluck him as a brand from the burning, and make him an instance of distinguishing love and favour.

There is no difference; we have both come short of the glory of God: all have sinned." "No, me not like you, massa; me tink nobody like me,--nobody feel such a heart as me." "Yes, William, your feelings, I am persuaded, are like those of every truly convinced soul, who sees the exceeding sinfulness of sin, and the greatness of the price which Christ Jesus paid for the sinner's ransom.
You can say, in the words of the hymn,-- 'I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.'" "O yes, sir, me believe that Jesus died for poor Negro.

What would become of poor wicked Negro, if Christ no die for him?
But he die for de chief of sinners, and dat make my heart sometimes quite glad." "What part of the Bible were you reading, William ?" "Me read how de man upon de cross spoke to Christ, and Christ spoke to him.

Now dat man's prayer just do for me; 'Lord, remember me.' Lord, remember poor Negro sinner: dis is my prayer every morning, and sometimes at night too; when me cannot tink of many words, den me say de same again; Lord, remember poor Negro sinner." "And be sure, William, the Lord hears that prayer.