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much pleased with his conversation. In one of his public addresses, I was told that he said, “ When I die, smother me not under the dust; but bury me in the sea, where the sea-Weed will be my winding sheet, the coral my coffin, and the sea shell my tomb stone.” I heard an individual say of him, “ start him where you will, he will go to sea.”

I was now, once more, in the magnificent city of New York. Ibought a few books at the Book Rooms. After surveying the beauties and curiosities of the city, I left in the steamboat Rochester for Albany. Ispent one day in Albany, and attended a Methodist prayer meet- ing. The Rev. Mr. Seymour, the preacher in charge at the Division street Station, introduced me to Brother Page, who had the charge of the South Ferry street Church. At the latter church I was present ata delight- ful and soul-stirring meeting.

The following day I took the canal for Syracuse and Oswego. On my way from Schenectady to Utica I preached twice on board the boat; and even here I found some pious souls. I observed the tears falling from several eyes. “The Lord be praised,” was the language of my heart. VVhen shall this poor heart feel fully and wholly alive to the unsurpassed favors of heaven?

I took a steamboat at Oswego, and arrived at King- ston, C. VV., on the evening of Nov. 11. Here I had to pay duties on the books which I had obtained in New York. The amount to be paid was $32.50, and I had but $27. I went to Charles Oliver, Deputy Collector;

and as soon as I laid my circumstances before him, he 9