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The Experience of Rev. Thomas H. Jones

The Experience of Rev. Thomas H. Jones

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remarks at the opening of the service. He was listened to very closely, and with frequent
responses on the part of his hearers. After he had done speaking, I talked for a short time,
taking occasion to refer to Uncle Billy, whose funeral I had attended on that plantation a
few weeks previous. At the mention of Uncle Billy's name there was a general clapping of
hands, and many shouted, "We'll meet him in the the better land!" At the conclusion of the
preaching service, I invited all who could do so to remain at a class-meeting. I requested
Henry May to lead the class, but he declined doing so, because he said Uncle Billy had
always done that, and he could not control his feelings sufficiently to stand in his place. He
and Uncle Billy were very warm friends. As there was no one else to act as leader, I was
forced to take that part myself.

In the course of the meeting, I came upon several young people sitting in a seat
together. They were not Christians. I exhorted them to come to Christ at once and be
saved. One of the number signified her willingness to do so. Laying my hand very gently on
her shoulder, I said, "That is right, my daughter, give your heart to the Saviour now." She
immediately fell on her knees, and began to cry to God for mercy. At the close of the
meeting I had some further conversation with her. She appeared deeply in earnest. I
promised to remember her in my prayers. Since that hour I have never seen her, but I
doubt not we shall one day meet with the blood-washed throng in glory. Just now let me
add a word respecting Henry May. Though reared amid slave-holding influences, he was
as fine a young man as I ever wish to see. He gave promise of a successful and useful
life,--a promise which, I doubt not, he fully realized. I expect to meet him in the better land.

The next meeting I will mention was held at Parker's meeting-house, in Cumberland
co. I had a regular appointment at that place the fourth Sunday in each month. Christians of
all denominations were accustomed to unite in the services. At the meeting of which I am
now speaking, the congregation was composed of both whites and blacks, and both
classes seemed to have an equal

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