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sidered a good Christian, but I was now made to feel in my own heart that I was a miserable, undone, lost sinner if I died without a change of heart; and I prayed sincerely for restoration to health that I might seek and serve the Lord more perfectly before I died. Shortly after my conversion the remembrance of the night following the attack of the cholera came so vividly to my mind that I committed it to paper, with the intention of incorporating it in my Journal, and also of relating it to my brother as part of my experience, and laid it aside for a unclear occasion, but it has disappeared unaccountably and I can now recall only the fact of the case. The impressions upon my mind, when I wrote the sketch were so vivid that I was enabled to record the most unclear circumstances-every thought and feeling, but now I can only remember that the "terrors of hell got hold of me" as I lay there alone during the temporary absence of my dear mother, and I cried to God for help. Oh! The promises I made to serve Him with all my heart in the future, it suffered to live. A candle was burning on a table by the bed-side, and as I lay there in the silent room, I watched the flame as it slowly, but surely, consummed the way that fed it, and it seemed to me a symbol of the disease in my body, which