Still I could not stop praying; for I felt that God was angry with me.

I had sinned against his holy laws; and now, if He should cut me off, and send me to hell, it was but right.

These thoughts followed me day and night, for five weeks, before I felt relief.

At length, one day, while sitting on my shoe bench, I felt that my time had come when I must die.

What troubled me most, was that I should have to appear before God, in all my sins;--O, what horror filled my soul at the thought! I began to wonder what I must do.