I Board With A Poor

Oh, How Precious Is Time, And How It Pains Me To See It Slide Away, While I Do So Little To Any Good Purpose.

I Am More Weary Of Life, I Think, Than Ever I Was.

Oh! How Amazing It Is That People Can Talk So Much About Men's Power And Goodness, When If God Did Not Hold Us Back Every Moment, We Should Be Devils Incarnate!

In The Morning Was Again Distressed As Soon As I Waked, Hearing Much Talk About The World And The Things Of It. I Perceived The Men Were In Some Measure Afraid Of Me; And I Discoursed Something About Sanctifying The Sabbath, If Possible To Solemnize Their Minds: But When They Were At A Little Distance, They Again Talked Freely About Secular Affairs. Oh, I Thought What A Hell It Would Be, To Live With Such Men To Eternity!

I Cared Not Where Or How I Lived, Or What Hardships I Went Through, So I Could But Gain Souls To Christ