f Miss Katie Harvey
and they have two children, the eldest a girl and the youngest a boy,
which is the lovely little man of the home.

I have seen that mother sit up at nights waiting for her son to come
that she might ask a blessing on him before he should sleep, and how
could that boy go astray after all these prayers and entreaties? May he
lead his lambs to the blessed Master, and have the "Well done, good and
faithful servant, enter thou into the joys of thy Lord."

To my story of work in the City of Brooklyn:

The lady, Miss L. A. Pousland, whom I spoke of in the preceding pages,
is the place where I found myself living in 1875, after twelve or
thirteen years of service. It was there that I met Mrs. Sarah Potter.
She has been all of a mother to me to give me all the encouragement she
could bestow on me. For all of this kindness I am more than grateful to
my Heavenly Father, for I know that all goodness comes from Him. He
surely has shown His love to her in sparing her to see me go from her
home to Washington to school and spend three years and then go to
Harper's Ferry and spend four years, and to see me out in the world
teaching for eleven years, and to break down while at my post and now at
home to serve in another way. Is not this not God's love to me, as a
poor, humble servant of His? I should never forget to give the love and
honor due Him.

God knows my heart and He will bless the work in my hands, as the writer
of this book.

When I found that I could get through school in a given time as I had
studied hard, if I had the money, I told Miss L. A. Pousland, that I
would not be there to work any more, as I had a place in Saratoga
Springs for the Summer. She felt bad to lose me, but as she knew that I
could make more money for three months at the Springs she wanted me to
have my heart's desire, so I came on from school and went to see her and
then made ready for the Springs, getting one of my sisters to go with me
and taking such things as we could. We were there too soon and we had to
wait for work, and I went around and made myself known to the white
people. They soon called on me to come and do work for them, and the
first was a Mrs. Carpenter, a good lady. She then got her married
daughter to have me to work for her family and they were a fine family.
Her daughter's husband was a grand studio man on Broadway, doing a good
business. Then she sent me to another friend of hers, and my sister and
I could l