After seeing my letters of recommendation, the pastor invited me to his prayer meeting, where I was favored with the privilege of telling my story, freely.

I had been from home several months, and had collected in all about seven hundred dollars, but still lacked about four hundred to accomplish my object.

I was receiving letters every week from my Church and family, saying that my presence at home was greatly needed; but the idea of going home without accomplishing my great object, filled me with distress.

While speaking to the meeting, and telling how God had delivered me from time to time out of trials, I felt such a sense of my condition, that for the moment I could not restrain my feelings--my heart became so full, that it stopped all utterance.

At the close of the meeting, the people showed their sympathy for me by giving me a collection of sixty one dollars .-- One dear brother, (may the Lord bless him!) came forward, and presenting me with a ten dollar bill, said, "Brother Davis, give yourself no more trouble about that daughter .-- You say you have to stop in New York.