My eighty-seventh year had now arrived, when suffering from disease, and feeling released from travelling further in my good Master’s cause, I came on to Philadelphia, where I have remained until this time, which brings me to my ninety-seventh year.  When I went forth, it was without purse or scrip,—­and I have come through great tribulation and temptation—­not by any might of my own, for I feel that I am but as dust and ashes before my almighty Helper, who has, according to His promise, been with me and sustained me through all, and gives me now firm faith that he will be with me to the end, and, in his own good time, receive me into His everlasting rest.