They then told her that the young man would seem to have a great sense of the love of God, but that they had fears it did not reach his soul, which they thought did cleave too much to this world.
Nay then, said Mercy, I will look no more on him, for I will not have a clog to my soul.
Prudence:—If you go on as you have set out, and work so hard for the poor, he will soon cool.
So the next time he came, he found her at her work.
What, still at it? said he.
Mercy:—Yes.
Mr. Brisk:—How much can you earn in the day.
Mercy:—I work at these things for the good of those for whom I do them; and more than this, to do the will of Him who was slain on the cross for me.
With that his face fell, and he came no more to see her.
Prudence:—Did I not tell you that Mr. Brisk would soon flee from you? Yea, he may seem to love Mercy, but Mercy and he should not tread the same road of life side by side.