In “the race set before us” we all start naked, and helpless. I was born in the parish of Somersham, Hunts., August 24, 1851. My father was a godly man, but mother spent her years without hope. There was a family of twelve out of which I am the youngest. It can truly be said of me, I was "one born out of due time" (1 Cor. 15:8). My mother had left child-bearing for seven years, when she gave birth to twins, one died, and I, even one "as good as dead" (Heb. 2:12) (for many times they thought I had returned), am the other. But God had a purpose of love and mercy to make known in and by me, that I should bear…