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life; and calling on God with a heart perfectly desolate and hopeless. That night was spent in reading the Bible and in prayer. I have passed through many seasons of trouble and affliction, and the loss of those very near and dear to me, in the loss of property and in the greatest afflictions of body; but there is no agony, no anguish – as I experienced it -- like that of a heart committed of sin made to acknowledge the justice of its condemnation and believing in the certainty of his punishment. During the next few weeks Mr. Dunbar called upon me almost daily and prayed and talked with me as few men can talk and pray to poor lost sinners; but it was not until one night in June that I found peace in believing. I had read my Bible all day and, as on the night of my conviction, I had, toward morning, thrown myself upon the sofa to rest until daylight, for sleep I could not. As I lay there these precious words came to my mind; "Come unto me all ye who labor, and are heavy ladened, and I will give you rest," and I thought I could discern the presence of Jesus -- the (perfection?) of the room before my eyes seem to be lit up. I again prayed, as I have done many many times before, "Lord have mercy on this miserably undone sinner;" and the response came immediately, as if from out the light,