his discourse.

About a quarter of a mile from my Master's house stood a large
remarkably fine Oak-tree, in the midst of a wood; I often used to be
employed there in cutting down trees, (a work I was very fond of) I
seldom failed going to this place every day; sometimes twice a day if I
could be spared. It was the highest pleasure I ever experienced to set
under this Oak; for there I used to pour out all my complaints to the
LORD: and when I had any particular grievance I used to go there, and
talk to the tree, and tell my sorrows, as if it had been to a friend.

Here I often lamented my own wicked heart, and undone state; and found
more comfort and consolation than I ever was sensible of
before.--Whenever I was treated with ridicule or contempt, I used to
come here and find peace. I now began to relish the book my Master gave
me, Baxter's _Call to the unconverted_, and took great delight in it. I
was always glad to be employ'd in cutting wood, 'twas a great part of my
business, and I follow'd it with delight, as I was then quite alone and
my heart lifted up to GOD, and I was enabled to pray continually; and
blessed for ever be his Holy Name, he faithfully answer'd my prayers. I
can never be thankful enough to Almighty GOD for the many comfortable
opportunities I experienced there.

It is possible the circumstance I am going to relate will not gain
credit with many; but this I know, that the joy and comfort it conveyed
to me, cannot be expressed and only conceived by those who have
experienced the like.

I was one day in a most delightful frame of mind; my heart so overflowed
with love and gratitude to the Author of all my comforts.--I was so