12 or death, or things present or things to come; all?. are yours; and ye are Christ's, and Christ is God's.' I cast my eye downwards a little to the left to- wards a small cove; the shore of which consists of fine dark sand. It is surrounded by fragments of rock/ chalk cliffs, and steep barks of broken earth. Shut out from human intercourse and dwellings, it seems formed for retirement and contemplation. On one of these rocks I unexpectedly observed a man sitting with a book which he was reading The place was near two hundred yards perpendi- cularly below me, but I soon discovered by his dress, and by the black colour of his features, con trasted with the white rocks beside him, that it was no other than my Negro disciple; with, as I doubted not, Bible in his hand, I rejoiced at this unlooked for opportunity of meeting him in so solitary and interesting a situation. I descend- ed a steep, bank, winding by a kind of rude stair case; formed by fishermen and shepherds boys in the side of the cliff down to the shore. He was intent on his book, and did not per- ceive me till I approached very near to him. 'William, is that you?' 'Ah! Massa, me very glad to see you. How come Massa into this place ? Me thought nobody here, but only God and me.' 'I was coming to your Master's house to see you, and rode round by this way for the sake of the pre- spect. I often come here in fine weather, to look at the sea, and the shipping. Is that your Bible ?' 'Yes, Sir, that my dear goot Bible.' 'I am glad,' said I, 'to see you so well em- ployed. It is a good sign, William.' Yes, Massa, a sign that God is goot to me; but me never goot to God.'
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