My deceased friend was called by grace about the year 1823. While under great exercise of soul, as he walked with me he used to sigh and groan, not knowing what to do; and sometimes along-side a wall near the road which led to my home he would pour out his soul in prayer to God. When parting he would say, "Do pray for me;" and I being in the same state of feeling, would reply, "And you pray for me." When we went on the Lord's day to the Baptist chapel, his looks in some measure spoke out the inward feelings of his soul, as if weighed down with grief and sorrow. Sometimes when I have met him, his first looks seemed as if…