HOw have I travell’d all this while upon the Brink of the Grave! I thought only to be out of my Way, but little dream’d to be so near the end of all my Journeys, in that of my Life; by Traversing to and fro amongst those deep and cover’d Pits, upon any one of which if my Horse had but chanc’d to stumble, (and the very Mine-men I at length met with, think it a kind of Miracle he did not) I had been Kill’d and Bury’d at once, and my Fate had been for ever as much conceal’d from my Friends as my Body: And all this escape a VVork so totally of God’s Goodness, that I did not so much as know my Danger till I was past it; so that it seem’d, sent, but to give me occasion of rejoycing in my Deliverance. How vast a Debt of Gratitude then do I owe to God? and how extremely do I fall short of acquitting my self of it? since, besides, that I make him but very unsuitable Returns for the Blessings I know I have receiv’d, I receive from him signal Blessings, that I do not so much as know of, and which consequently I am very unlike particularly to acknowledge. But this gracious Rescue, from so great and unexpected a Hazard, shall, I hope, teach me henceforth to beware, both of security, since I often fall into Dangers that I know not, and of Distrusts of God’s Providence, since I have found it so watchfull to deliver me from those that I fear’d not.
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