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I accordingly obtained his master's leave that he should attend me to one of my cottage a.s.semblies. His master, who was thoroughly convinced of the extraordinary change, in conduct and disposition, which religion had produced in his servant, was pleased with my attention to him, and always spoke well of his behaviour.
I set out on the day appointed for the interview. The cottage at which we usually a.s.sembled was nearly four miles distant from my own residence.
My road lay along the foot of the hill mentioned in my last account of the Negro, from the summit of which so luxuriant a prospect was seen. On my right hand the steep acclivity of the hill intercepted all prospect, except that of numerous sheep feeding on its rich and plentiful produce.
Here and there the nearly perpendicular side of a chalk-pit varied the surface of the hill, contrasting a dazzling white to the sober green of the surrounding bank.
On the left hand, at the distance of nearly half a mile, the tide flowed from the sea into a lake or haven of a considerable length and breadth.
At one end of it, fishing and pilot vessels lay at anchor; at the other appeared the parish church, amongst the adjoining woods and fields. The bells were ringing; a gently swelling sound was brought along the surface of the water, and an echo returned from a prominent part of the hill beneath which I was riding. The whole scene was delightful.
I pa.s.sed some rural and beautifully situated cottages, which seemed to be formed as fit residences for peace and tranquillity; each was surrounded by a garden, and each had a little orchard or field adjacent, where the husbandman's cow enjoyed her own pasture, and at the same time prepared rich provision for her owner's family. Such was the wise and considerate allotment which the landlords and the farmers had _here_ made for the labouring poor. The wholesome vegetable, the medicinal herb, and the sweet-scented flower, intermingled as they grew around these little dwellings, and reminded me, as I looked upon them, how comfortable is the lot of the industrious poor, whose hearts have learned the lesson of grat.i.tude in the school of heavenly wisdom. For them as mercifully as for their richest neighbour, the sun shines, the rain descends, the earth brings forth her increase, the flower blossoms, the bird sings. Their wants are few, and contentment makes them less. How great the blessing of being poor in this world, but rich in faith and a chosen inheritance in a better!
I knew that this was the character of some whose humble but neat and cleanly cottages I pa.s.sed. A few such features in the prospect rendered it most lovely. Peace be to their memory, both as pilgrims and strangers here, and as ransomed souls whom I hope to meet in glory hereafter!
The house to which I was travelling was situated at the corner of an oak wood, which screened it both from the burning heat of summer suns and the heavy blasts of winter south-west storms. As I approached it, I saw my friend the Negro sitting under a tree, and waiting my arrival. He held in his hand a little tract which I had given him; his Bible lay on the ground. He rose with much cheerfulness, saying--
"Ah, ma.s.sa, me very glad to see you; me tink you long time coming."
"William, I hope you are well. I am going to take you with me to a few of my friends, who, I trust, are truly sincere in their religious pursuits. We meet every Wednesday evening for conversation about the things that belong to our everlasting peace, and I am sure you will be a welcome visitor."
"Ma.s.sa, me not goot enough to be with such goot people. Me great sinner; dey be goot Christian."
"If you were to ask them, William, they would each tell you they were worse than others. Many of them were once, and that not very long ago, living in an openly sinful manner, ignorant of G.o.d, and the enemies of Jesus Christ by thought and deed. But divine grace stopped them in their wicked course, and subdued their hearts to the love and obedience of him and his gospel. You will only meet a company of poor fellow-sinners, who love to speak and sing the praises of redeeming love; and I am sure, William, that is a song in which you will be willing to join them."
"O yes, sir! dat song just do for poor Negro."
By this time we had arrived at the cottage garden gate. Several well- known faces appeared in and near the house, and the smile of affection welcomed us as we entered. It was known that the Negro was to visit the little society this evening, and satisfaction beamed on every countenance, as I took him by the hand and introduced him among them, saying, "I have brought a brother from Africa to see you, my friends. Bid him welcome in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ."
"Sir," said an humble and pious labourer, whose heart and tongue always overflowed with Christian kindness, "we are at all times glad to see our dear minister, but especially so to-day in such company as you have brought with you. We have heard how merciful the Lord has been to him.
Give me your hand, good friend (turning to the Negro). G.o.d be with you, here and everywhere; and blessed be his holy name for calling sinners, as I hope he has done you and me, to love and serve him for his mercy's sake."
Each one greeted him as he came into the house, and some addressed him in very kind and impressive language.
"Ma.s.sa," said he, "me not know what to say to all dese goot friends; me tink dis look a little like heaven upon earth."
He then, with tears in his eyes--which, almost before he spoke, brought responsive drops into those of many present--said, "Goot friends and bredren in Christ Jesus, G.o.d bless you all, and bring you to heaven at de last."
It was my stated custom, when I met to converse with these cottagers, to begin with prayer and reading a portion of the Scriptures.
When this was ended, I told the people present that the providence of G.o.d had placed this young man for a time under my ministry; and that, finding him seriously disposed, and believing him to be very sincere in his religious profession, I had resolved on baptizing him, agreeably to his own wishes. I added, that I had now brought him with me to join in Christian conversation with us; for, as in olden times they that feared the Lord spake often one to another, in testimony that they thought upon his name (Mal. iii. 16), so I hoped we were fulfilling a Christian and brotherly duty in thus a.s.sembling for mutual edification.
Addressing myself to the Negro, I said, "William, tell me who made you."
"G.o.d, de goot Fader."
"Who redeemed you?"
"Jesus, his dear Son, who died for me."
"Who sanctified you?"
"The Holy Ghost, who teach me to know de goot Fader, and his dear Son Jesus."
"What was your state by nature?"
"Me wicked sinner; me know noting but sin, me do noting but sin; my soul more black dan my body."
"Has any change taken place in you since then?"
"Me hope so, ma.s.sa; but me sometime afraid no."
"If you are changed, who changed you?"
"G.o.d de goot Fader, Jesus his dear Son, and G.o.d de Holy Spirit."
"How was any change brought about in you?"
"G.o.d make me a slave when me was young little boy."
"How, William? would you say G.o.d made you a slave?"
"No, ma.s.sa, no: me mean, G.o.d let me be made slave by white men, to do me goot."
"How to do you good?"
"He take me from de land of darkness, and bring me to de land of light."
"Which do you call the land of light? the West India Islands?"
"No, ma.s.sa; dey be de land of Providence, but America be de land of light to me; for dere me first hear goot minister preach. And now dis place where I am now is de land of more light; for here you teach me more and more how goot Jesus is to sinners."
"What does the blood of Christ do?"
"It cleanse from all sin; and so me hope from my sin."
"Are then all men cleansed from sin by his blood?"
"O no, ma.s.sa."
"Who are cleansed and saved?"
"Dose dat have faith in him."
"Can you prove that out of the Bible?"
"Yes, sir: 'He dat believeth on de Son hath everlasting life; and he dat believeth not de Son shall not see life, but de wrath of G.o.d abideth on him'" (John iii. 36).
"What is it to have faith?"
"Me suppose dat it is to tink much about Jesus Christ, to love him much, to believe all he says to be true, to pray to him very much; and when me feel very weak and very sinful, to tink dat he is very strong and very goot, and all dat for my sake."