144 THE LAURISTINUS. 



ing the constant analogy between the visible works 

 of God and those which are imperceptible to out 

 ward sense. I have two precious letters of his 

 from which I must extract a few passages, to illus 

 trate my meaning. The reader will easily surmise 

 that they referred to the trying event which intro 

 duced me to his sympathizing regard. 



*I cannot describe to you the great and universal 

 concern and grief with which the account of your 

 dear brother's sudden and unexpected removal from 

 a world of trials and tribulations was received at 



C . It seemed as if " all faces were turned 



into paleness," and all tongues cried out, " Alas ! 

 my brother." But there is a needs-be for every 

 thing of this kind that occurs : what our Lord is 

 pleased to do, we know not now, but we shall 

 know hereafter. There is one precious know- 

 ledge, however, and that is, that "all things work 

 together for good to them that love God; to them 

 that are the called," &c. This sweet drop of gos- 

 pel honey has often rendered palatable to me the 

 bitterest infusions that ever were mixed in my cup 

 of life. But why should I talk of one drop alone 

 — is not our hive (our bible) full of honey ? full of 

 consolations, full of promises, and privileges, and 

 prospects, and assurances, that render the suffer- 

 ings of this transitory life, in the eye of a Chris 

 tian philosopher, of as little consequence as the 

 buzzing of the summer flies ? You are tried, my 



