more waxen to the impressions of forgiveness, neither are his hands more open to receive than to give pardon.  All the injuries which are offered to him are swallowed up in his wrongs to his Maker and Redeemer; neither can he call for the arrearages of his farthings, when he looks upon the millions forgiven him:  he feels not what he suffers from men, when he thinks of what he hath done and should have suffered.  He is a thankful herald of the mercies of his God; which if all the world hear not from his mouth it is no fault of his.  Neither did he so burn with the evil fires or concupiscence as now with the holy flames of zeal to that glory which he hath blemished; and his eyes are as full of moisture as his heart of heat.  The gates of heaven are not so knocked at by any suitor, whether for frequency or importunity.  You shall find his cheeks furrowed, his knees hard, his lips sealed up, save when he must accuse himself or glorify God, his eyes humbly dejected, and sometimes you shall take him breaking of a sigh in the midst, as one that would steal an humiliation unknown, and would be offended with any part that should not keep his counsel.  When he finds his soul oppressed with the heavy guilt of a sin, he gives it vent through his mouth into the ear of his spiritual physician, from whom he receives cordials answerable to his complaint.  He is a severe exactor of discipline:  first upon himself, on whom he imposes more than one Lent; then upon others, as one that vowed to be revenged on sin wheresoever he finds it; and though but one hath offended him, yet his detestation is universal.  He is his own taskmaster for devotion; and if Christianity have any work more difficult or perilous than other, that he enjoins himself, and resolves contentment even in miscarriage.  It is no marvel if the acquaintance of his wilder times know him not, for he is quite another from himself; and if his mind could have had any intermission of dwelling within his breast, it could not have known this was the lodging.  Nothing but an outside is the same it was, and that altered more with regeneration than with age.  None but he can relish the promises of the gospel, which he finds so sweet that he complains not, his thirst after them is unsatiable; and now that he hath found his Saviour, he hugs Him so fast and holds Him so dear that he feels not when his life is fetched away from him for his martyrdom.  The latter part of his life is so led as if he desired to unlive his youth, and his last testament is full of restitutions and legacies of piety.  In sum, he hath so lived and died as that Satan hath no such match, sin hath no such enemy, God hath no such servant as he.

HE IS A HAPPY MAN