His dead father being thus removed out of his sight, but his ague
continuing, he was reduced very low, partly by sorrow and partly by his
disease. All the comfort he had was to go into the wood and fields with
a book, either the "Practice of Piety" or Mr Rogers's "Seven Treatises,"
which were the only two books he had, and meditate and read, and
sometimes pray; in which his anguish made him often invert Elijah's
petition,--that he might die, because his life was a burden to him. God,
though He was pleased to prolong his life, yet He found a way to lighten
his grief, by removing his ague, and granting him a desire which above
all things was acceptable to him. He had read his two books over so
often that he had both almost by heart; and though they were both
pious and good writings, yet he longed for the truth from the original
fountain, and thought it his greatest unhappiness that he had not a
Bible, and did believe that he should never see one again; but, contrary
to his expectation, God brought him one after this manner. As he was
fishing one day with his black boy, to catch some fish to relieve his
hunger, an old man passed by them, and asked his boy whether his master
could read; and when the boy had answered yes, he told him that he had
gotten a book from the Portuguese, when they left Colombo; and, if his
master pleased, he would sell it him. The boy told his master, who bade
him go and see what book it was. The boy having served the English
some time, knew the book, and as soon as he got it into his hand, came
running to him, calling out before he came to him, "It is the Bible!"
The words startled him, and he flung down his angle to meet him, and,
finding it was true, was mightily rejoiced to see it; but he was afraid
he should not have enough to purchase it, though he was resolved to part
with all the money he had, which was but one pagoda, to buy it; but his
black boy persuading him to slight it, and leave it to him to buy it, he
at length obtained it for a knit cap.
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