Whilst I thus struggled, there seemed a light from heaven to fall upon me, which banished all my desponding fears, and I was enabled to form a new resolution to go on to prison and to death, if it might be my portion:  and the Lord showed me that it was His will I should be resigned to die any death that might be my lot, in carrying his message, and be entirely crucified to the world, and sacrifice all to His glory that was then in my possession, which His witnesses, the holy Apostles, had done before me.  It was then revealed to me that the Lord had given me the evidence of a clean heart, in which I could rejoice day and night, and I walked and talked with God, and my soul was illuminated with heavenly light, and I knew nothing but Jesus Christ, and him crucified.

One day, after these things, while I was at my work, the Spirit directed me to go to a poor widow, and ask her if I might have a meeting at her house, which was situated in one of the lowest and worst streets in Baltimore.  With great joy she gave notice, and at the time appointed I appeared there among a few coloured sisters.  When they had all prayed, they called upon me to close the meeting, and I felt an impression that I must say a few words; and while I was speaking, the house seemed filled with light; and when I was about to close the meeting, and was kneeling, a man came in and stood till I arose.  It proved to be a watchman.  The sisters became so frightened, they all went away except the one who lived in the house, and an old woman; they both appeared to be much frightened, fearing they should receive some personal injury, or be put out of the house.  A feeling of weakness came over me for a short time, but I soon grew warm and courageous in the Spirit.  The man then said to me, “I was sent here to break up your meeting.  Complaint has been made to me that the people round here cannot sleep for the racket.”  I replied, “a good racket is better than a bad racket.  How do they rest when the ungodly are dancing and fiddling till midnight?  Why are not they molested by the watchmen? and why should we be for praising God, our Maker?  Are we worthy of greater punishment for praying to Him? and are we to be prohibited from doing so, that sinners may remain slumbering in their sins?” While speaking these few words I grew warm with heavenly zeal, and laid my hand upon him and addressed him with gospel truth, “how do sinners sleep in hell, after slumbering in their sins here, and crying, ‘let me rest, let me rest,’ while sporting on the very brink of hell?  Is the cause of God to be destroyed for this purpose?” Speaking several words more to this amount, he turned pale and trembled, and begged my pardon, acknowledging that it was not his wish to interrupt us, and that he would never disturb a religious assembly again.  He then took leave of me in a comely manner and wished us success.  After he was gone, I turned to the old sisters who by this time were quite cheered up.  You see, said I, if the sisters had not fled, what a victory we might have had on the Lord’s side; for the man seemed ready to give up under conviction.  If it had not been for their cowardice, we might have all bowed in prayer, and a shout of victory had been heard amongst us.