I am but a young child, and not fit to speak about such things to anybody.

But, mother, you belong to me, and I cannot bear to think of your perishing for ever.

My Lord and Saviour has shown me my own sin and corruptions: he loved me, and gave himself for me: he died, and he rose again: I want to praise him for it for ever and ever.

I hope I shall see him in heaven; but I want to see you there too, mother.

Do, pray do, leave off swearing, and other bad ways: go to church, and hear our minister speak about Jesus Christ, and what he has done for wicked sinners.