The Lord have mercy upon them, and show them the right way.

I should never have known that good way, sir, if he had not taken compassion upon me, when I had none upon myself." Tears ran down his aged cheeks as he spoke these last words.

"Here," thought I, "is a poor man that is very rich, and a weak man that is very strong." At this moment the nurse brought in his dinner.

"There, sir, you see, more and more mercies! The Lord takes care of me, and sends me plenty of food for this poor, old worn-out body." "And yet," said I, "that poor old worn-out body will one day be renewed and become a glorified body, and live along with your soul in the presence of God for ever." "That's right, sir," said the good old man, "so it will: 'though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.' But, come, sir," seeing me look at my watch, "you must speak a word _to_ your Master, if you please, as well as _for_ him.

I will put down my dinner while you pray with me." I did so, the man often adding his confirmation of what I offered up by voice, gesture, and countenance, in a manner highly expressive of the agreement of his heart with the language of the prayer.
Having ended, he said, "God be with you, sir, and bless your labours to many poor souls! I hope you will come to see me again, if my life be spared.