scarcely
ever
at
rest.
The
three
powers
of
the
soul,
the
understanding^
the
memory
y
and
the
will,
by
degrees
lose
their
life,
so
that
at
length
they
become
altogether
dead,
which
is
very
painful
to
the
soul,
especially
as
regards
the
will,
which
had
been
tasting
I
know
not
what
of
sweetness
and
tranquillity,
which
comforted
the
other
powers
in
their
deadness
and
powerlessness.
This
unexplainable
something
which
sustains
the
soul
at
its
foundation,
as
it
were,
is
the
hardest
of
all
to
lose,
and
that
which
the
soul
endeavours
the
most
strenuously
to
retain;
for
as
it
is
too
delicate,
so
it
appears
the
more
divine
and
necessary
:
it
would
con-sent
willingly
to
be
deprived
of
the
two
other
powers,
and
even
of
the
will,
so
far
as
it
is
a
distinct
and
perceived
thing,
if
only
this
something
might
be
left
;
for
it
could
bear
all
its
labours
if
it
may
have
within
itself
the
witness
that
it
is
born
of
God.
However,
this
must
be
lost,
like
the
rest
—
that
is,
as
to
the
sentiment
—
and
then
the
soul
enters
into
the
sensible
realisation
of
all
the
misery
with
which
it
is
filled.
And
it
is
this
which
really
produces
the
spiritual
death;
for
whatever
misery-
the
soul
might
endure,
if
this,
I
know
not
what,
were
not
lost,
it
