Canandaigua, Oct. 2, 1839
I visited the jail in this place, in company with my aged and venerable friend from the Auburn prison; who is a wonderful monument of redeeming love. His Christian character and example are much admired by all who know him. The testimony of the pious lady with whom he lives, and has lived for seven years, is most decidedly in favour of his faithfulness and piety. My interview, a record of which will be found below, will speak for itself.
As we proceeded to the jail, from the house where he lived, and came upon the side-walk in that beautiful village, and every thing around us appeared bright and lovely, and our hearts burned within us toward the God of providence and grace; Jacob said, "O, Mr. Doit,[1] little did I think, when I saw you at my cell in the Auburn prison, that I should ever walk by vour side in the streets of Canandaigua"
After we returned from the jail, and
- ↑ This was his pronunciation of the name.
