I remember I often had serious impressions, or fearful apprehensions of going to hell. I spent much time in what I called secret prayer. I was one evening greatly alarmed by the Aurora Borealis, or Northern Lights. It was in that day esteemed a presage of the day of judgment. For many days and nights I was greatly alarmed, through fear of appearing before the bar of God, knowing that I was a sinner; I cannot express the terrors of mind that I felt. One evening, being under an apple-tree mourning my wretched situation, I hope I found the Saviour. I always visit the place when I come to Granville, and, when I can, I pluck some fruit from the tree and carry it home: it is sweet to my taste. I have fears at times that I am deceived, but still I hope.

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