I AM for peace, a son of peace, and a preacher of the peace, but I find, go where I will, the devil forestals my market by aiming at war. I have been in great heaviness since I left London, but at present am much revived. I know that the greatest part of my road lies in the very centre of tribulation; the flesh at one side, and the devil at the other; Mr. Huntington in the midst; and Christ going before, with death following close in the rear. And I know it is consulting with flesh and blood on the one hand, or listening to the devil on the other, that makes the path so crooked as it is.
Surely there is a meaning in setting one's heart to the highway, and in pondering the path of one's feet, and letting one's eyes look right before one; but look how we will, or walk how we may, there is a dear chequer work in the path: nor will all ever appear straight till we come to the end of the race, and get seated on the summit of Zion. When the soul will be presented to her heavenly spouse, in a better tent than that of the first heir of promise, namely, Isaac, and that without a veil: then the. path, from Mesopotamia to the land of promise, will appear plain; and the mount Galeed, or heap of witnesses, be well understood. Until then we must pay our usual visits to Bethel, though we see the ladder but once a year, or anoint the pillar but once in a jubilee. There must be a sorrowing for the king of princes, and a joy because he has spoken in his holiness.
The springs are at a low ebb at present, very little oil in the cruse, though many are busy in getting the vessels together against night; but there is not enough to satisfy the creditors of one, that has made himself debtor to all, much less to keep the family. By this you will guess where I am, because you have been often here. I am for peace.
W. HUNTINGTON.
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