hadnotdoneformanyayear；presentlyadeliciousfeelingstoleoverme。Iwasbeginningtoenjoyexistence。Ishallneverforgetthathour。Iflungmyselfonthesoil，andkissedit；then，springingupwithasuddenimpulse，Irushedintothedepthsofaneighbouringwood，and，fallinguponmyknees，didwhatIhadnotdoneforalong，longtime-prayedtoGod。
’Achange，anentirechange，seemedtohavecomeoverme。Iwasnolongergloomyanddespairing，butgayandhappy。Myslumberswerelightandeasy；notdisturbed，asbefore，byfrightfuldreams。I
arosewiththelark，andlikehimutteredacheerfulsongofpraisetoGod，frequentlyandearnestly，andwasparticularlycautiousnottodoanythingwhichIconsideredmightcauseHisdispleasure。
’AtchurchIwasconstant，andwhentherelistenedwithdeepestattentiontoeverywordwhichproceededfromthemouthoftheminister。InalittletimeitappearedtomethatIhadbecomeagood，verygood，youngman。Attimestherecollectionofthesinwouldreturn，andIwouldfeelamomentarychill；butthethoughtquicklyvanished，andIagainfelthappyandsecure。
’OneSundaymorning，afterIhadsaidmyprayers，Ifeltparticularlyjoyous。IthoughtoftheinnocentandvirtuouslifeI