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time, have kept me away, I went to church, in hopes of there getting relief. The nature of that relief and the method of obtaining it I had not the remotest idea; but relief I must have or die seeking it amidst the pleasures of the world never altered my thoughts. St. Thomas Church being near I went there, but came away as I went. The next Sabbath I want to the unclear Church in Houston street with no better effect. The third Sabbath morning was spent in the Methodist Church on the corner of Bedford and Moston? streets. There was no preaching here. The pastor being absent prayer meetings were held. The prayers of the people affected me strangely. I almost hated each and every one who addressed the Throne of grace, or told his experience, and still, I longed to ark an interest in their prayers; but I did not dare to do it. I thought it would be presumptuous, and I left the meeting with my load heavier than ever before. In the afternoon I went to the Berean Baptist Church. My heart seemed to be hardened by the sermon I heard there; it grated so harshly upon my sense, and I was ready to give all up. Words cannot express the agony of my soul during the following week, and I thought it would be impossible for me to bear the weight of so much as another feather. I was in despair and the week wore away very slowly. I feared to open my lips to anyone-even