*But O! what a want of wisdom do I find! I see in them, what I cannot put in practice. I want the children not to be a moment from under the _eye_ and the _attention_ of some judicious person: so that if the eleven children were at work in so many different parts of the garden, one might observe, that each works _diligently_. For sloth in temporals always produces sloth in spirituals. Yet at the same time their work must not be a _task_; for then it would not answer the end. Again, their thoughts all the day long will naturally tend to evil. And their words will be trifling. To _bid_ them do otherwise, avails no more, than to bid the blackamoor be white. And to reprove them continually, would be a burden greater than they could bear. But if by little stories and hints, their minds could be insensibly drawn to better subjects, they would be at length brought to remember, that God is present, and is looking upon them every moment. When I consider this, and many more things, which I see afar off, but cannot bring to effect, I am constrained to say, “O Lord! I am not yet _throughly furnished to every good work_.” Some may say, “This is worldly wisdom, not gospel simplicity. And after all you cannot change their hearts.” Most certain. But hath not God said, _Train up a child in the way it should go_? Now I think true simplicity is to obey God, and leave the consequence to him. And we have already reason to believe, our labour has not been in vain. There are dawnings of grace in most of the children. Some of them God was pleased to bless in a particular manner, on the 7th of last June. In the evening, _Betty L――――_, about ten years old, was much concerned for one of the little ones, who had stole something. When ♦they went to bed, not knowing they were overheard, thy began to converse freely; and _Betty L――――_ said, “Let us go to prayer for _H――――_’s soul.” She then prayed in a very affecting manner, afterwards one about eight, prayed, pleading much for _H――――_, and added, “Lord, don’t let us so think of her sin, as to forget our own. Lord don’t let us laugh and trifle, and talk of foolish things when we come off our knees, but make us Christians.” One of them then thanked God, for their “good corrections, and teaching,” and said “Lord, if we are not Christians, we shall be more punished than others.” When they had done, _Nancy Tripp_ went in to undress them. She first went to prayer with them as usual, and the spirit of conviction fell on _Betty L――――_ in a very uncommon manner. We came up and found her in an exceeding great agony: she was the very picture of terror. The veins of her neck were as if they would burst. She wrung her hands, and cried with a bitter cry, “O my sins!” I believe more than an hundred times. She then broke out into such a confession of her original sin, and heart sins, as was quite astonishing: adding, “O! I have never done any thing for _thee_ in my whole life. I have broke all thy laws, I have kept the devil’s