Oh! it is strange, it is surpassingly strange, that when the children of God are privileged to get rid of all care, by casting it all on God, rolling over the whole burthen of it on His almighty arm, and so might travel on to His house in heaven, with a light step, and a lighter heart—unencumbered by a single solicitude about temporal things; they are yet so enamoured of earthly sorrow—so averse to the enjoyment of heavenly peace, that they prefer dragging on the galling chain of worldly anxiety, which so clogs and fetters their every step, in running the race set before them, making them so often halt, and stumble on the way.

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