Ga. No more do I see that Part of me that speaks to him.
Er. What Part is that?
Ga. My Mind.
Er. But it seems to be Labour lost, to salute one that does not salute you again.
Ga. He frequently salutes again by his secret Inspiration; and he answers sufficiently that gives what is ask'd of him.
Er. What is it you ask of him? For I perceive your Salutations are petitionary, like those of Beggars.
Ga. Indeed you are very right; for I pray that he, who, when he was a
Boy of about twelve Years of Age, sitting in the Temple, taught the
Doctors themselves, and to whom the heavenly Father, by a Voice from
Heaven, gave Authority to teach Mankind, saying, This is my beloved
Son, in whom I am well pleased, hear ye him; and who is the eternal
Wisdom of the most high Father, would vouchsafe to enlighten my
Understanding, to receive wholesome Learning, that I may use it to his
Glory.
Er. Who are those Saints that you call peculiarly yours?
Ga. Of the Apostles, St. Paul; of the Martyrs, St. Cyprian; of the Doctors, St. Jerome; of the Virgins, St. Agnes.
Er. How came these to be yours, more than the rest. Was it by Choice or by Chance?