SECTION II; IL glory; place me where thou pleasest, Iam in thy hand; turn me and toss me from side to side : behold thy servant ready to be and bear every thing, for my desire is not to live to myself, but to thee. When I hear that excellent man the Archbishop of Cam- bray lifting up his devout heart thus to heaven, in the same strains of pious resignation, I am for thee, O my God, against myself; none cenid have thus divided me from myself but thy hand only. I leave myself in thy hand, O my God, mould this clay of mine, and turn it up, and turn it down again, give it a. form, then break it and new mould it ; it is entirely thine, it has nothing to reply, it is enough for me that this being ofmine serves thy purposes and thy good pleasure ; command, appoint, forbid, what I shall do, or what I shall not do : elevated, abased, com- forted, suffering, I for ever adore thee : in sacrificing all my own will to thine : when I hear this language of a papist, how am I ashamed of my own restive and unpliable heart ? How much do I want of such an entire resignedness to toy Maker's will ? With what pleasure do I read Monsieur de Beaty in the zeal of his inward piety running counter to the practices of his own communion, and declaring that, If we know not our own devotion rather by the mortificationand denial of ourselves, than by the multiplication of our devont exercises, it is to be feared they will be rather practices of condemnation than of sanctifica- tion : and yet we see the work of Jesus Christ is almost'reduced to this pass among the spiritual persons of our times. But it is with a sacred regret and self displicency I would look upon my- self, while I review other parts of his life, where he took upon him all the mean and laborious figures of service to his fellow- creatures,, and conformed himself to all inconveniences for the good of his neighbour : Methinks, says he; my soul is all charity, and I am not able to express with what ardency and strange expansion I find my heart to be renewed in the divine life of my new-born Saviour, burning all in love towards mankind. How do I wish that I could repeat from my heart the words of that poor servant maid Armelle Nicholas in France in the last century, Godhas not sent me into this world but to love him, and by his great mercy I have loved him so much, that I cannot do it more in the way of mortal creatures ; I must go to him, that I may love him in the way of the blessed. But before I dismiss this head entirely, I would take notice of one advantagemore which the protestants of Great -Britain enjoy toward the practice of charity and love to their fellow- creatures, above and beyond what the papists generally enjoy ; and yet even in this very grace of charity there have been in- stances, as you see, wherein some of them exceed us. Let us remember that we are not educated in such a cruel and bloody religionas the papists, which cruelty, though it is not practised
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