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prayer, reminds me of another beautiful idea that 

 he communicated to me. Observing that he could 

 not speak to be heard, he made me open my watch ; 

 and then explained that as I, by so doing, could 

 perceive all the movements of the wheels, so, but 

 without opening it, God could discern what passed 

 in his head. A servant going to fetch something 

 out of his room one night, when he was supposed 

 to have been asleep a long while, saw him at the 

 low window on his knees, his joined hands raised 

 up and his eyes fixed on the stars, with a smile of 

 joy and love like nothing, she said, that ever she 

 had seen or fancied. There was no light but 

 from that spangled sky ; and she left him there un- 

 disturbed. He told me that he liked to go to the 

 window, and kneel down, that God might look 

 through the stars into his head, to see how he 

 loved Jesus Christ. Alas ! how few among us but 

 would shrink from such a scrutiny ! 



I once asked him a strange question, but I did 

 it not lightly. He was expressing the most un- 

 bounded anxiety for the salvation of every one. 

 He spoke with joy and delight of the angels, and 

 glorified spirits : he wept for those who had died 

 unreconciled through the red hand ; and urged me 

 to pray very much for all alive, that they might be 

 saved. When he lamented so feelingly the lost 

 estate of the condemned, I ventured to ask him 

 if he was not sorry for Satan ? In a moment his 



