ut my trust
in Him.

Well, as time rolled on I found myself improving slowly and I was then
living with a dear, good lady by the name of Miss L. A. Pousland, who is
one of the loveliest ladies that ever lived, for she loves me to-day as
a mother, though she is in eightieth odd year and is doing well for an
old lady.

We were living in South Oxford street when I took sick of the smallpox
and she did not want me taken away from there, as she wanted to take
care of me herself, but I felt that it would be too much for her to
wait on me, so the doctor said that it was only a heavy cold that I had
taken and would be all right in a week or so. But I knew that I had a
fever of some kind, so I asked that I might go to my mother's house, and
she sent for the carriage and I went home.

When I had reached my mother's I felt somewhat better, only to grow
worse all the time, and my eyes getting so that I could not see when it
was day or night. I had a nurse that knew all about the disease and a
good doctor that the city health doctor let take charge of the case
after he had been out there to see me: and knowing that the case was
taking, that no one should get it he let me remain at home for nine
days, and then I went to the hospital and was there till the symptoms
were well dried.

When the doctor found out that I was able to come out he, Dr. Schenck,
wrote to my lady to send a carriage out. She did so at once and I was at
my mother's for awhile, and then my lady came to see me and told me how
the woman did the people in the house, so I told her how bad my limbs
were, and she said that if I could go home with her and tell her what to
do, she would get on without the woman and let her go. My mother made me
ready in a little while and I was soon at the dear old home, 344 Carlton
avenue.

God be praised for the way he has led me since I was three years old
until this day, for it was His hand that taught me to remember all of
these long years. I have in my mind the time at the old home when they
put me on the fine dressing table in front of the large mirror, while
the Rev. Mr. Walker baptized me in the name of the Father and the Son
and the Holy Ghost, according to the Methodist tests in those days, and
I always thought that was to give me my Christian name; but when the
Lord had spoken peace to my soul He led me to follow in his footsteps,
and I gladly followed Him to be buried to the world--that is, to be put
out of sight, and t