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1668. To M. S. No 90.
I Am loath to omit the giving you a Line or two by my dear Sister, who is this Morning turning over one Leaf more of her wandring Pilgrimage. God is pleased so to order it, that (methinks) I can hear little from any of my dear Friends, but stories of worldly perplexity; and who are they, who are one way or other without their share therein? This Life is like a troublesome Dream; but blessed are they who, when once the Dream is out, and when once they come to awake, shall be satisfied with realities of true Peace and Comfort, in the Foun∣tain of Freedom and Goodness. We find our com∣forts and expectations here little better than a Bed of Thorns, because this is not the Rest that is de∣signed for the People of God: and 'twill be some help to us under this disquieting exercise and condi∣tion, to remember that while we are passing through, we are held in the hand of him who has a fellow∣feeling of our Case; who did once pass through the difficulties, and drank of the Brook in the way, but now lifts up his head, and so is become the Founda∣dation of our Hope; that such poor Wretches as we are shall one day (through saith and patience) ar∣rive where our Fore-runner is entred. Only let us now cling upon him, till we become transformed into his Likeness, and be compleatly dressed with the white Robe of his Righteousness; that in him, and only in him, we may be found without spot. In the mean space let us pray (and abound therein) for our selves and one another, to our gracious God; who will at length perfect that which concerneth us. To him I commend you, &c.