MY VERY DEAR AND WORTHY FRIEND,--Grace, mercy, and peace be to you. I long to hear of your growing in grace, and of your advancing in your journey to heaven. It will be the joy of my heart to hear that ye hold your face up the brae, and wade through temptations without fearing what man can do. Christ shall, when He ariseth, mow down His enemies, and lay bulks[231] (as they use to speak) on the green, and fill the pits with dead bodies (Ps. cx. 6; "the places"). They shall lie like handfuls of withered hay, when He ariseth to the prey. Salvation, salvation is the only necessary thing. This clay idol, the world, is not to be sought; it is a morsel not for you, but for hunger-bitten bastards. Contend for salvation. Your Master, Christ, won heaven with strokes: it is a besieged castle; it must be taken with violence. Oh, this world thinketh heaven but at the next door, and that godliness may sleep in a bed of down till it come to heaven! But that will not do it. [231] Carcases; properly, the _trunk_, or _bulk_ of the man. In some editions it is written "bouks;" but "_bulks_" is in all the old editions. For myself, I am as well as Christ's prisoner can be; for by Him I am master and king of all my crosses. I am above the prison, and the lash of men's tongues; Christ triumpheth in me. I have been casten down, and heavy with fears, and haunted with challenges. I was swimming in the depths, but Christ had His hand under my chin all the time, and took good heed that I should not lose breath; and now I have gotten my feet again, and there are love-feasts of joy, and spring-tides of consolation betwixt Christ and me. We agree well; I have court with Him; I am still welcome to His house. Oh, my short arms cannot fathom His love! I beseech you, I charge you, to help me to praise. Ye have a prisoner's prayers, therefore forget me not. I desire Sibylla to remember me dearly to all in that parish who know Christ, as if I had named them. Grace, grace be with you. Yours, in his sweet Lord Jesus, S. R. ABERDEEN, _March 13, 1637_. CXLII.--_To my very dear brother_, WILLIAM LIVINGSTONE. [Probably one of his Anwoth parishioners. There are Livingstones in that neighbourhood to this day.] (_COUNSEL TO A YOUTH._)