disappointing world—a true enjoyment—a real good—not to be found ‘in the creatures, but from the gift of God to do good with them, or to enjoy the good of them.’1 This addition is here made to the former statement. The man not only rejoices, but he does good all his days. And what an increase is it to our own happiness, that our God and Saviour should have indulged us with the privilege of thus promoting his glory! We might have been secluded in a monastery, conflicting with our own corruptions,