Capitolo 91
THE SEDIMENTS OF THE LIFE.
_To Mr_. THE IRLANDA:
"MADELEY, _September 13th_, 1784.
"My Darling FRIEND,--I hold in my sentinel-box up to Providence it removes me.
My situation is the suited_ of _quite to my small strength. I can do as
very or no more than me you arrange, according to my weakness; and I have a
advantage that I can have in any other place in such degree--my little
field of action is alone to my his/her own door, so that if I happen to exaggerate
me, I have but to advance from my pulpit to my bed, and from my bed
to my grave. If I had a body full of vigour and a purse full of
I, should like well enough money to travel around as the Mr. Wesley;
but as Providence doesn't call me to him I quickly submit. The snail
ago better in his/her hull; it was it to aim to galloping, as the
racehorse, would be ridiculous indeed. My wife is completely of my mind
I concern to the call we have to a sedentary life. We am two poor man
it makes invalid that among us _half_ manufactures a labourer.
"We will have convenient and light tea a lot of darling; I don't admire the
change. Winds thousand rooms walled up on, and full with air of incorrect action,
you/he/she is converted in so a lot of underground jails for the industrious artisan that,
being forced from this criminal tax, the benefit it is denied of
_light_ and _air_. Benedict is God! the light of Sky and
the air of the spiritual world are free still.
"My dear partner helps me pleasant to drink the sediments of the life, and to
hands with ease the daily cross. We am not long for this world--us
_see_ it, us _feel_ it; and, looking at death and his
conqueror, we fight in advance against our last battle with that the last enemy
who our dear God has overcome for us. What we can triumph him/it on
with a humble courage, Christian, is the prayer of my dear friend,
the Your,
"JOHN FLETCHER."
I CAPITULATE XXV.
EXTRACTED BY THE WRITINGS OF FLETCHER.
THE SIN OF THE UNBELIEF.
"Unbelief is a sin of so I lavish a shade that the devils in hell they are not able
commits the likes. Our Savior never prayed, he cried, you/he/she bled, and you/he/she died for