A RUNAWAY'S LETTER

"I can stand this no longer, I will leave the place tomorrow, and cross the Atlantic. Surely I will get peace to live there." The speaker was a young artisan, twenty nine years of age, three years married, a sober man, in a good situation, having a dutiful wife, and one little girl. 

Yet he was in misery, unable to rest anywhere, or to enjoy life. In the shop where he wrought, there had been a wonderful work of grace, and over a score of his workmates had been converted to God, and were boldly confessing Christ. 

Henry, although moral and sober, was unconverted, and the continual talk of his fellows about eternal things, with frequent personal appeals as they walked to and from their work, had thoroughly aroused the man to a sense of sin and the misery of being as he was

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