I was born in England, and brought up by religious parents, but like most youths, paid but little attention to the interests of my soul. At maturity I married a Roman Catholic lady. My subsequent course of life was that of a sinner, and I tried to console my conscience as best I could, without repentance.

      One Sabbath morning I was busily engaged, regardless of the sanctity of the day, in arranging the furniture of the room. On hammering some nails, I heard a voice, as if one spake to me, saying: "Dost thou break God's holy day?" I looked around, but saw no one; and resuming my work, the warning was repeated. Immediately my conscience smote me as a great sinner in the sight of God; and laying aside my tools, I ceased to work, and went into an adjoining, room to my wife, saying to her, that I was resolved upon leading a different life. That same day I went to church, took a pew, and from that time became a regular attendant on divine service. I now commenced to seek redemption in the atoning blood of Christ, which I soon found, by sincerely repenting of my sins and relying with unwavering faith upon the merits of Jesus. [128] This trust in His righteousness brought pardon to my poor soul from all guilt, and I felt that I was a new creature in Christ Jesus, being born again of the Spirit of God. I can testify that there is a divine reality in the religion of the Saviour.

      My wife was soon after also converted, and lived and died a happy Christian.

[THW 128-129]