But I was not only
debarred, but, by the machinations of my wicked brother and his
associates, cast into prison.
I was not sorry at being thus honoured to suffer in the cause of
righteousness, and at the hands of sinful men; and, as soon as I
was alone, I betook myself to prayer, deprecating the long-
suffering of God towards such horrid sinners. My jailer came to
me, and insulted me. He was a rude unprincipled fellow,
partaking of the loose and carnal manners of the age; but I
remembered of having read, in the Cloud of Witnesses, of such
men formerly having been converted by the imprisoned saints; so
I set myself, with all my heart, to bring about this man's
repentance and reformation.
"Fat the deil are ye yoolling an' praying that gate for, man?" said
he, coming angrily in. "I thought the days o' praying prisoners
had been a' ower. We hath rowth o' them aince; an' they were the
poorest an' the blackest bargains that ever poor jailers saw. Gie
up your crooning, or I'll pit you to an in-by place, where ye sall
get plenty o't."
"Friend," said I, "I am making my appeal at the bar where all
human actions are seen and judged, and where you shall not be
forgot, sinful as you are.
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