I wished to have God enter into a covenant with me, who hope I love him, to be a God to my children forever.

I felt that I could die in peace, if I might feel some assurance of this; and, it seemed to me that, to have a sign and seal of it from God himself would make me perfectly happy.
She handed me a book, which her pastor had lent her, and she asked me to read a passage, to which she pointed.

It was an argument against baptism in sickness.

Speaking of the penitent thief, the writer says: "The Saviour did not, as a Papist would have done, command some of the women, that stood by bewailing, to fetch a little water; nor the beloved disciple to asperse the quivering penitent." Remembering the view which the mother of little Philip took of such things, I merely said, that the writer seemed to me to asperse a large part of the Protestant world, under the name, Papist.

Christian baptism, I remarked, had not been instituted when the Saviour and the thief were on the cross.
I received an invitation from the husband, a day or two after, to be present at the baptism of his wife and children.