Poiv fflam( fan2413od. S. 414e, Sir, many things have (o) kindred the s One is thecares andbufinefs and croffes ofthis world, which have talon tap mymind and time. Rod another is the vain pleafures of the flefh, the delights offenfe, anda daily contentednefs in the particulars ofmy pro-, ffierity. Something or otherfo tookmc up, that my mind hadno leifure nor roomforGod, P. And do you think you have donewell and wifely ? will this courfe ferveyour turnfor ever ? what have you now to Thew of all the pleafures that fin afforded you, everfence you were born ? what now are you the (b)bet- ter for every merry hour that's part ? for every fweet delicious dith ? for every pieàfant merry cup ? for every playful day or company ? for everywanton tuft and dalliance ? Tell me now what good, what fweetnefs, what inward comfort, is left behind? what the betterare younow for all ? } S. ou neednot suk,me fucha ynetlion. the pleafure is gone of all that's pall. ; but I am fill in hope of more, P. And how longwill that endure which you -hope for? Are you fure to liveanother week, or day or hour ? And are you not lure that an end will come and (q) fhortly come, and unrefiftibly come ? And itvhere 'th n e areall . 0 your delights and merrtments ? Do you think that death is made more fafe and comfortable, or more d tngerous and terrible, by the remembrance of finful pi eafures of a flefhly life ? Go try, ifyou can comfort a dying man,(that is not mad) by telling ¡ litt ttiat he path had a 'life of fport and pleafure , or (o) Alat.13i22. Lul;S p r4.& 2i. 34Iom.8.b,7 g® rii.3.z9.P also. 34(p) Eccl.r.2,3,&c.Allis Vani- u ndvexation. / Lu .12.19 zo. t
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