Why do you think I wrote this book? For money? No. For my health? No. For pleasure? No. For praise? No, because if you gave it me I could not keep it; for when, seventeen years ago, I gave my heart to God, He waited to see if I were sincere, it seemed to me; then He told me He wanted me to work for Him. I told God I would, and that I should give to Him all praise and glory for whatever I might do. But He pays me a commission, — peace in the soul. Ah! I am well paid. It was written with the hope that it would awaken holy aspirations and strengthen de terminations to live for Heaven.