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sun rises, when the sun stands in the middle of 
the heavens, and when the sun sets.” — ‘‘ When 
did you pray last ?” “ This morning ? ” — “ What 
did you pray for ‘‘ I said, O Jesus Christ, give 
me a blanket, in order that I may believe.” — ‘‘ I 
fear your old heart still remains ; does it not ? ” 
“ No : the new one is quite fixed : it is here ” — 
pointing to his throat. ‘‘ But the new heart, that 
comes from God, does not pray in that way.” 
“ How then ? ” — I then proceeded to point out to 
him something of the nature of prayer ; what he 
should pray for ; and how ready and willing God 
was to answer. As I was leaving, he told me 
that I must ask him, on coming again to his re- 
sidence, whether he remembered what I had now 
said ; and that, if he had forgotten it, I must tell 
him all over again. 
On another occasion, I went to speak to a num- 
ber of natives, just arrived from Mawe. They 
listened, for nearly an hour, with great attention 
and patience. The questions which they asked 
respecting religion were of a very curious, and 
sometimes of a very pertinent, character ; and I 
was occasionally at a loss how to answer them. 
They object to the Gospel of Jesus Christ, only 
because they think it is too good for them, and 
requires them to be better than they imagine it 
ever possible for them to be. 
Speaking one evening to our natives, from the 
parable of the Lost Sheep, some of them seemed 
much affected. One of the boys, after service. 
