WHEN his father was dead he returned again to _King’s-college_, and was a member of a society, which began to contrive how they might best be serviceable to God and their generation. Their custom was frequently to meet together, to pray and to communicate _studies_ and _experiences_. Some of this company grew cold, but others lived to let the world see, that what they did was from a _vital principle_: among whom, this young man was none of the _least_. One of their designs was to engage the _Juniors_, if possible, before they were ensnared by wicked company, when they came from school. After some time, most of his dear companions were _transplanted_ either into gentlemen’s families or livings, and Mr. _Janeway_, being one of the youngest, was, for a while, left alone in the _College_. But wanting suitable society, he fixed so intensely upon his studies, that he soon gave an incurable wound to his constitution. But he had his gloomy days, and his sweets were sometimes imbittered with dreadful and horrid temptations. The devil shot his poisonous arrows at him: yet through the captain of his salvation, he came off more than conqueror. It would make a Christian’s heart even ake to hear what strange temptations he was exercised with. But he was well armed for such a conflict, having the shield of faith, whereby he quenched the fiery darts of that wicked one: yet, this fight cost him the sweating of his body for agonies of spirit; and tears and strong cries to heaven. As for himself, he was wont to take an arrow out of God’s quiver, and discharge it by faith and prayer, for the discomfiture of his violent enemy, who at last was fain to fly. These conflicts with Satan, did not a little help ♦him dealing with them that are afflicted with the like temptations. I insert a letter of his to one in the like case. ♦ “in” replaced with “him” per Errata _Dear Friend_,