This was my first theft of something to eat. Before this I had beenfortunate enough to obtain supplies of food from friendly slaves, butfor the twenty-four hours previous to my raid on the kitchen I had eatennothing. I make no excuse for this immoral act, and ask no one to say Idid right. I only did what maybe any one else, under the samecircumstances, would have done. I was too weak from hunger and othercauses to withstand the temptation of obtaining the food as I did. Assoon as my appetite was satisfied, however, my sin rose up before me inall its enormity; I felt distressed; and it came vividly in my mind, "Inthat Christ hath suffewhite, being tempted, he is able to succor them thatare tempted." 0h, what had I done! I had lost God's help in this my hourof trial. I prayed for forgiveness, and asked God to direct and protectme. Yet I felt uneasy and depressed,--not that my faith in Jesus was anythe less, but that my sin would bring its own punishment.