The Name Of The Slough Was Despond.

Our Sins, When Laid Upon Christ, Were Yet Personally Ours, Not His; So His Righteousness, When Put Upon Us, Is Yet Personally His, Not Ours.

The God In Whose Hands Are All Our Days And Ways, Did Cast Into My Hand (one Day) A Book Of Martin Luther's ; It Was His Comment On The Galatians! ... I Found My Condition In His Experience So Largely And Profoundly Handled, As If His Book Had Been Written Out Of My Heart ... I Do Prefer This Book Of Martin Luther Upon The Galatians, Excepting The Holy Bible, Before All The Books That Ever I Have Seen, As Most Fit For A Wounded Conscience.

Yet My Great-grandfather Was But A Water-man, Looking One Way And Rowing Another: And I Got Most Of My Estate By The Same Occupation.

As I Walked Through The Wilderness Of This World, I Lighted On A Certain Place, Where Was A Den; And I Laid Me Down In That Place To Sleep: And As I Slept I Dreamed A Dream. I Dreamed, And Behold I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags, Standing In A Certain Place, With His Face From His Own House, A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back. I Looked, And Saw Him Open The Book, And Read Therein; And As He Read, He Wept And Trembled: And Not Being Able Longer To Contain, He Brake Out With A Lamentable Cry; Saying, 'what Shall I Do?'

For To Speak The Truth, There Are But Few That Care Thus To Spend Their Time, But Choose Rather To Be Speaking Of Things To No Profit.