I WAS weeding in my garden one day, when I saw 

a small young dock-weed. I pulled it with my 

hands, but it would not come up. I then dug at 

its root with a little spade, but only part of it gave 

way, so that I was obliged to take more pains and 

use more strength; and at last I dug up a large 

old root, which had been cut down and cut down, 

but never rooted up, and had now again sent out a 

young shoot. I thought directly that this great 

old root was just like sin in the heart. It may 

only show itself in a little fault, but still it is there, 

and the only cure is to root it out altogether, which 

you must ask God to enable you to do.