I Board With A Poor Scotchman: His

I Longed That Those Who, I Have Reason To Think, Owe Me Ill Will, Might Be Eternally Happy. It Seemed Refreshing To Think Of Meeting Them In Heaven, How Much Soever They Had Injured Me On Earth: Had No Disposition To Insist Upon Any Confession From Them, In Order To Reconciliation, And The Exercise Of Love And Kindness To Them. Oh! It Is An Emblem Of Heaven Itself, To Love All The World With A Love Of Kindness, Forgiveness, And Benevolence.

I Board With A Poor Scotchman: His Wife Can Talk Scarce Any English.

My Disorder Has Been Attended With Several Symptoms Of A Consumption; And I Have Been At Times Apprehensive That My Great Change Was At Hand: Yet Blessed Be God, I Have Never Been Affrighted; But, On The Contrary, At Times Much Delighted With A View Of Its Approach.

Oh, How Precious Is Time, And How It Pains Me To See It Slide Away, While I Do So Little To Any Good Purpose.

I Have Withstood The Power Of Convictions A Long Time; And Therefore I Fear I Shall Be Finally Left Of God.