When we arrived at the end of our journey, Teito (which was the slave’s name) took me into his hut, and put me carefully into his little press.
The next day he brought me out, when I whispered to him, ‘Man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upwards.’ ‘Sure I have found it so,’ said Teito, ‘from my youth up.” But, I added, ‘The Lord will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble; and they that know his name will put their trust in him.’ ‘I wish I knew this Lord,’ replied Teito, ‘I would run for refuge to him.’ I endeavoured to convinee him that sin is the eause of all human misery. ‘But,’ said he, ‘what is sin?’ I answered, ‘It is the transgression of the law of God;’ and that he might understand this, I explained to him the nature of that law, and mentioned many who, in aneient times, transgressed that law, and stated the punishments inflieted on them. In order also to make him acquainted with the progress of sin and misery in the heathen world, among whom he was born, I repeated what Paul wrote in the first ehapter of his letter to the Romans. I told him that God had not left men to perish without a remedy; that he had not left them without a refugo; but had so loved tho world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting lifo. When he had time I related to him the life and death, &c., of Jesus Christ. God inelined him to listen to my instructions, and taught him to understand them. My information was all new to him, having never heard sueh things before. Wherever he went he repeated what I had told him, and often solieited his comrades to come to his hut and hear me themselves. Some, however, said I talked nonsense; others that I made them uneasy, whieh they did not like; and a third, that I was a rank enthusiast, and had, in some other islands, created great eonfusion. ‘Oh!’ said Teito, ‘you do not understand him, or you would not entertain sueh notions of him; for he has been travelling for some thousand years in the world, teaching without any reward, how men may beeome happy hero, and in a world that is to eome.’ ‘Well,’ said they, ‘has he done any good? ‘Yes, infinite good; he has eomforted thousands in every age, in all their afflietions; delivered them from painful despondency; and made them not only to love eaeh other, but their enemies also; and through his instructions has made them to rejoice even in the solemn hour of dissolution, which, in general, is a terror to tho stoutest heart.’ ‘It may be so,’ said one, shrugging up his shoulders and walking off. Some said, these things might do very well for old and infirm people, who are stepping down into
