Life sketches and faith work . l as that of the firm generally; regarding them as mostreliable in the execution of their work, and the courtesy and kindnessreceived in their office will be remembered. With their many cylindersteam presses and extended facilities, together with a large force of intelli-gent, active men, I believe they will give ready satisfaction to all who maychoose to employ them. When they set their price, it means good materialand perfect work. I wish to make mention of the firm of Stark, Churchill & Co., litho-graphers, 295 Washington Street, Boston, but in particular of M
Life sketches and faith work . l as that of the firm generally; regarding them as mostreliable in the execution of their work, and the courtesy and kindnessreceived in their office will be remembered. With their many cylindersteam presses and extended facilities, together with a large force of intelli-gent, active men, I believe they will give ready satisfaction to all who maychoose to employ them. When they set their price, it means good materialand perfect work. I wish to make mention of the firm of Stark, Churchill & Co., litho-graphers, 295 Washington Street, Boston, but in particular of Mr. Churchill,the financial agent, with whom my business has been transacted, and whichhas been most satisfactory and prompt, considering the large amount ofbusiness that comes under their supervision. The lithographic plates, andsignatures in my book, will speak their own recommendations. And of thecourteous attention received in this office I can speak, as of Messrs. Crosby& Co., who recommended them to me. Chapter Birth, Parental Influence, Conversion, Early Experience^AND Labors with Elder Jacob Knapp. WAS born July 4th, 1819, in the town of Milo, Yates-County, N. Y. When but a child, my parentsmoved three miles north of Geneva, N. Y., at thefoot of Seneca Lake, where I resided until 18 years-old. My parents were both members of the BaptistChurch. My mother often carried me to God inprayer, but as I grew up to manhood, I drifted awayfrom the religious counsels of my parents. One night returninghome at a late hour, feeling that I had reached about the highestpoint of earthly pleasure, I cautiously approached the door so asnot to disturb my parents. The sound of weeping reached myears. I listened and heard father say to mother, I am afraidWilliam is lost. The sound of their sobs and prayers that nightynever left me. Wherever I went, the words kept ringing in myears, William is lost! William is lost! Yet for some time Iwould not yield to the conviction this produced. In the
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