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WAY AND THE FARE
IN TWO LETTERS TO A FRIEND.
THE WAYFARING MEN, THOUGH FOOLS, SHALL NOT ERR THEREIN.
ISAIAH XXXV. 8.
WAY AND THE FARE, &c.
TO MR. K.
Dear Brother and sister in Christ Jesus,
After several storms, contrary winds, boisterous waves, turbulent seas, dangerous shoals, encounters with formidable enemies of the ghostly kind, and many entanglements among the Caribbee islands, I am once more come to an anchor at the Cape of Good Hope, the wind at south-west. The dog-star is now out of sight, and I am looking to him that maketh the seven stars an/Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning.
It has been a day of adversity with me, in which I have had many things to consider; and now the day of prosperity is arrived, in which I hope to be joyful. I have of late had various temptations and trials to cope with, and acted in my voyage as Paul did in his : I cast four anchors out of the stern, and wished for day; I tried to anchor in the Spirit's former work; in former promises applied, in former evidences, and in former visits; but, alas, alas, the vessel drove; I was obliged to cast anchor out of the fore-ship (our refuge is a hope set before us); but still she drove; until a little of that threefold cord that is not soon broken was let out; then she came to her anchor, and rode sweetly.
I am now ashore; and, having gained the summit of an adjacent rock, I have been, with the help of my glass, making what discoveries I could, while the eddy was visible: I left the
of Candour Islands about a league from the larboardside; I fell on the quicksands on the coast of Universal Charity; but the wind veered and brought her off; nevertheless, some of the crew were infected froin the shore, and we performed quarantine.
The old shattered weather-beaten vessel has sprung several leaks; her tintbers are impaired, her planking is much decayed, and ere long she will undoubtedly go to pieces; but nothing will be lost but the mortal infection of the timbers and the lading; for she will be weighed up again, refitted, and numbered among the first rates, as soon as the Master Builder appears: for he has sworn that no vessel of mercy shall suffer eternal wreck, or be deluged in wrath.
The storm is now forgot, this part of the voyage is to be performed no more; the Captain is with me, the sun shines warm, and the good old wine is going about. O how sweet are the visits