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pity the proneness of his heart to comply with the men who have the power
. . . Lord, he is unsound and double in his heart, politically crafty,
selfish, not savouring nor discerning the things of God . . . Let not
self-love, wit, craft, and timorousness corrupt his mind, but indue him
with fortitude, patience, steadfastness, tenderness, mortification . . .
Shall I expose myself and my family to danger at this time? A grain of
sound faith would solve all my questions.' 'Die Dom. I stayed at home,
partly to decline the ill-will and rage of men and to decline
observation.' Or, take another Sabbath-day entry: 'Die Dom. I stayed at
home, because of the time, and the observation, and the Earl of Moray . .
. Came to Cuttiehillock. I am neither cold nor hot. I am not rightly
principled as to the time. I suspect that it is not all conscience that
makes me conform, but wit, and to avoid suffering; Lord, deliver me from
all this unsoundness of heart.' And after this miserable fashion do
heaven and earth, duty and self-interest, the covenant and the crown pull
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