Memoirs of John Bacon with Reflections Drawn from a View of His Moral and Religious Character

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1801 edition. Excerpt: ...the sorrow row of the world tvorketh death. What a blessed thing it is, to sight for the Truth--for the honour of Cod--for everlasting Life--to strive for the noblest Prize--to wear celestial Armour--to have free access to that Tree Avhose leaves are for the healing of the nations, and which heal every wound upon the immediate application--to sight with the Captain at our side, and to be sure of the victory at last. Certainly we have a foe subtil and powerful; but in both these respects he is a conquered enemy. It is impossible for me to describe a thousandth part of his stratagems. One general hint I will suggest to you;. take the Armour of Righteousness on the right hand and on the left. There is scarce a temptation but has an opposite one as dangerous. Who can tell which is to be most dreaded, presumption or despair? Either for us to think that God will never puniih in, or that he will never pardon the penitent? If we in any degree gain the victory Over sensuality, Satan will then tempt us to pharisaism or spiritual pride--there is no end of these opposite temptations--if he cannot keep us from the conscientious performance of duties, he will urge us to a performance beyond our strength, that he may tempt us to despair. From the fatal effects of all which contrary snares, may the blessed Saviour of sinners, my Dear Girl, deliver you. This is precarious weather for riding--There is no place, my Dear, but Heaven, Avhere it always shines.--Well, it is not far off let us congratulate one another. Adieu! adieu! J. Bacon. LETTER II MY DEAR CHILD, Dec. 12, 1792. I DO indeed most heartily concur with you in the sentiment, that there is no subject so proper for a letter from one sinner to another, as.that of Immanuel, God with us....