d I am just where I was.
I have had some success, by God's blessing, in making money, but I am a
bankrupt before Him in my soul. My inward life is a ravelled hesp, and I
need guidance and direction if I am ever to come out of this confusion
and to come to any good. Protestant and Presbyterian as I am,' he goes
on, 'if I could only find a director who would take trouble with me and
command me as I take trouble with and command my servants, I vow to you
that I would put the reins without reserve into his hands. Will you not
take me in hand? You know me of old. We used to talk in dear old John
Meine's back-shop on week-nights and upstairs on Sabbath nights about
these things. And long as it is since we saw much of one another, I feel
that you know me out and in, and through and through, as no one else
knows me. Tell me, then, what I am to do with myself. I will try to do
what you tell me, for I am wearied and worn out with my stagnant and
miserable life. Pity me, Mr. Samuel, my honoured and dear friend, for my
pirn is almost run out, and I am not near saved.'

'My worthy and dearly beloved brother in the Lord,' replied Rutherford to
Fleming, 'I dare not take it upon me to lay down rules and directions for
your inner life. I have not the judiciousness, nor the experience, nor
the success in the inner life myself that would justify me. And,
besides, there is no lack of such Directories as you ask me for. Search
the Scriptures. Buy Daniel Rogers, and Richard Greenham, and especially
William Perkins. My own wall is too much broken down, my own garden is
too much overrun with weeds; I dare not attempt to lay down the law to
you. But I will do this since you are so importunate; I will tell you,
as you have told me, some of my own mistakes and failings and shipwrecks,
and the rocks on which I have foundered may thus, be made to carry a
lantern to light your ship safely past them.'

'Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write;

and, like Sir Philip Sydney, Samuel Rutherford looked into his own heart,
and drew a Directory out of it for the better Christian conduct of his
friend John Fleming.

1. Now--would you believe it?--the first thing Samuel Rutherford found
his own heart accusing him in before God was, of all things, the way he
had wasted his time. Would you believe it that the student who was
summer and winter in his study at three o'clock in the morning, and the
minister who, as his people b