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Show that tlien my wretched years were at a close and lota more of this same kind and I was troubled in my mind continually, and I would read and pray and of ten. I wished I had lived in the days of pur Savior Sa-vior and his apostles. It seemed so very different to what was taught to us now. In the summer of 1852 in the place where I was born I saw a young ' man standing on the side walk singing a hymn. I stopped to hear what he had to say, and after praying earnestly to God in the name of Jesus Christ his Son that -he would puide him by His spirit that he might speak such things to the people as would be pleasing unto him, the prayer was of such a nature that I could not help noticing -it as something out of the common line of any prayer I had ever heard. He then sang again, and then started to talk to the people. Rhondo. To be continued . A YOUTH'S EXPEItlEXI'B. Although some of . this narrative ! may not be interesting to all your readers, yet I trust it may be of sufficient interest to the youth of Zion as to strenghten their faith in the gospel, as nothing but stern facts will be written in this article. I was born at Empingham, in the county of Rutland, England, on the 27th of March 1835, of poor parents, and the only schooling I had was till I was 8 years of age, at which time I was set to work on a farm to assist in earning my living. I was religiously inclined and at an early day went to the different religious denominations and my mind was very much troubled because be-cause of the fear of the Hell that was pictured by ' them. I had such a dread of death because I was told that for the least sin I would be sent to hell, and had no hope that Icouldexcape ii The JLfeth-odists, JLfeth-odists, which I joined at 13 years of age pictured hell in such a manner that I often wished I had never been born. They would of ten read a piece to us in the class meeting, inscribing hell, of which the following is a part; "Come, oh, my soul thy certain ruin trace, if thou neglect the Savior, Sa-vior, offered grace infinite years in torment, must thou spencl, which never, never, never have an end. Yes thon must dwell in torturing tortur-ing despair, as many years as atoms in the air, and then as many more as grains of sand upon the ocean shore." When all these doleful years are spent in pain and (multiplied (multi-plied by myriads again till numbers drown the thought, could I suppose |