It cannot be supposed that, with a nature so emotional as mine, I had listened to the earnest prayers of my teachers in the Methodist Sunday School, and joined in the singing so delightedly, both in church and chapel, and heard sermons, without having religious impressions.  From a child I felt these.  Often, during our reading of the gospels, verse by verse, as we stood in class, at the Free School, the Saviour seemed almost visible to me as I read of His deeds of mercy and love.  The singing of our morning and evening hymns, and repetition, on our knees, of the Lord's prayer, had always a solemnizing effect upon me.  And, doubtless, seeds of spiritual good were sown thus early in my mind, never to be really destroyed.