I knew I was not prepared for death and the Judgment.

It is true that two of my shopmates, at that time, were members of the church; but they did not seem to care for my soul.
All the rest of the hands were as wicked as myself.

"What shall I do ?" was in my mind, all the time I sat at work.
The reflection occurred to me, "Your mother is a christian; it may be she can save you." But this suggestion appeared to be offensive to God.
Then came another thought,--"As my master was a rich man, could he not do something to help me ?" But I found no relief in either ...

and while I sat thus, hoping and praying, light broke into my mind--all my trouble left me in an instant.
I felt such a love and peace flowing in my soul, that I could not sit longer; I sprang to my feet, and cried out, "Glory to God!" It seemed to me, that God, whom I had beheld, a few seconds previously, angry with me, was now well-pleased.

I could not tell why this great change had taken place in me; and my shopmates were surprised at my conduct, saying, that I must be getting crazy.