This was a new sound from me; for my answers to this question had long been--"_poorly_." But now came the trial; to ask mother how people felt, when they were converted.

I felt ashamed to ask the question; so I went into another room; and seeing a hymn book lying on the table, I took it up.

The first hymn that struck my sight began with these words: "When converts first begin to sing, Their happy souls are on the wing-- Their theme is all redeeming love; Fain would they be with Christ above.
With admiration they behold The love of Christ, which can't be told," &c.
These lines expressed my feelings precisely, and being encouraged from them, I went to my mother, and asked her the question--"How do people feel, when they get converted ?" She replied, "Do you think you are converted ?" Now, this was a severe trial; for, although I felt that I was really changed, yet I wanted to hear from her, before I could decide whether I was actually converted, or not.

I replied, "No." Then she said, "My son, the devil makes people think themselves converted, sometimes." I arose, and left immediately, believing that the devil had made a fool of me.

I returned to my shop, more determined to pray than ever before.
I arrived, and took my seat, and tried to get under that same weight, that I had felt pressing me down, but a short while before.