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into which I got, and soon fell asleep. I slept
until I was awakened at three in the afternoon,
when I was taken down to dinner. After that
we sat and chatted until supper-time, and then I
went to bed again. In the middle of the night I
awoke, and finding myself in a strange place,
became alarmed. It was a clear, starlight night,
and I could see the walls of my room, and the
curtains all of a dazzling whiteness around me.
I felt so singularly happy, however, notwithstand¬
ing the fear I was in, at not being able to make
out where I was, that I could only conclude I
was in a dream, or a vision, and for some minutes
I could not rid my mind of this idea. At last I
became alive to the truth; that I was in a friend's
house, and that I really was free and safe.
I had never learnt to pray ; but if what passed
in my heart that night was not prayer, I am sure
I shall never pray as long as I live.
I cannot describe the blessed happiness I en¬
joyed in my benefactor's family, during the time I
remained there, which was from the Friday morn¬
ing to the Saturday night week. So happy I
never can be again, because I do not think the
circumstances in which I may be placed, will ever
be of a nature to excite similar feelings in my breast.