_Written before Breakfast, 3rd June 1834,
the Anniversary of my Birthday in 1780._
'The proudest heart that ever beat,
Hath been subdued in me;
The wildest will that ever rose,
To scorn Thy cause, and aid Thy foes,
Is quell'd, my God, by Thee.
'Thy will, and not my will, be done;
My heart be ever Thine;
Confessing Thee, the mighty Word,
I hail Thee Christ, my God, my Lord,
And make Thy Name my sign.
'W. HONE.'"
At the sale of Mr. Hone's books, I purchased a bundle of religious
pamphlets; among them was _Cecil's Friendly Visit to the House of
Mourning_. From the pencillings in it, it appears to have afforded him
much comfort in the various trials, mental and bodily, which it is well
known clouded his latter days.