One Leak Will Sink A Ship: And

Atten. Pray Of What Disease Did Mr. Badman Die, For Now I Perceive We Are Come Up To His Death? Wise. I Cannot So Properly Say That He Died Of One Disease, For There Were Many That Had Consented, And Laid Their Heads Together To Bring Him To His End. He Was Dropsical, He Was Consumptive, He Was Surfeited, Was Gouty, And, As Some Say, He Had A Tang Of The Pox In His Bowels. Yet The Captain Of All These Men Of Death That Came Against Him To Take Him Away, Was The Consumption, For It Was That That Brought Him Down To The Grave.

If That A Pearl May In A Toad's Head Dwell, And May Be Found Too In An Oyster Shell.

It Gave Me No Pleasure To See People Drink In My Opinions If They Seemed Ignorant Of Jesus Christ And The Value Of Being Saved By Him. Sound Conviction For Sin, Especially The Sin Of Unbelief, And A Heart Set On Fire To Be Saved By Christ, With A Strong Yearning For A Truly Sanctified Soul-this Was What Delighted Me; Those Were The Souls I Considered Blessed.

The Spirit Of Prayer Is More Precious Than Treasures Of Gold And Silver.

I Am Now A Man Of Despair, Rejected, Abandoned, Shut Up In This Iron Cage From Which There Is No Escape.