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What am I, feeble mortal! that I should presume to tell you what

are his designs respecting you; what he will do with this

impetuous will, and imperturbable constancy, when he shall have

animated and warmed it with love, hope, and repentance? Who are

you, feeble mortal, that you should think yourself able to

execute and imagine greater things for the promotion of evil and

vice, than God can make you accomplish for that of good and

virtue? What can God do with you? Forgive you! save you!

accomplish in you the work of redemption! Are not these things

worthy of him? Oh! speak. If I, an humble creature-I, so

miserable, and nevertheless so full of myself-I, such as I am,-if

I so rejoice at your salvation, that to assure it, I would

joyfully give (God is my witness) the few years that remain to me

in life, Oh! think! what must be the love of Him who inspires me

with the thought, and commands me to regard you with such

devotion as this!"