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 15 hyssop, and I shall be dean ; he can wash me, and shall be whiter than the snow.’ I was much pleased with the affectionate manner in which he spoke of his parents, from whom he had been stolen in his childhood ; and his wishes that God might direct them by some means to the knowledge of a Saviour. ‘ Who knows,' said I, ‘ but some of these ships may be carrying a missionary to the country where they live, to declare the good news of salvation to your country- men, and to your own dear parents in particular, if they are yet alive.' ‘ O ! my dear father and mother; my dear gracious Saviour ! ’ exclaimed he, leaping from the ground as he spoke, ‘ if thou wilt but save their souls, and tell them what thou hast done for sinners—but,— He stopped, and seemed much affected. ' My friend,'said I, ' I will now pray with you for your own soul, and for those of your parents also.' ‘ Do, Massa, dat is very goot and kind, do pray for poor Negro souls here and every where.’ This was a new and solemn house of prayer.—The sea-sand was our floor, the heavens were our roof; the cliffs, the rocks, the hills, and the waves, formed the walls of our chamber. It was not indeed a place where prayer was voxl to he made ; but, for this once, it be- came a hallowed spot: it will by me ever be remembered as such. The presence of God was there,—I prayed; the Negro wept—his heart was full.—I felt with him, and wept likewise. The last day will shew, whether our tears were not the tears of sincerity and Christian love. It was time for my return. I leaned upon his arm as we ascended the steep cliff in my way back to my horse, which I had left at the top of the hill. Humility and thankfulness were marked in his countenance. I leaned upon his arm with the feelings of a brother. It was a relationship I was happy to own—I took him by the hand