I had, God knows, more sincerity than knowledge in all the methods I took for this poor creature’s instruction, and must acknowledge, what I believe all that act upon the same principle will find, that in laying things open to him, I really informed and instructed myself in many things, that either I did not know, or had not fully considered before, but which occurred naturally to my mind, upon my searching into them, for the information of this poor savage; and I had more affection in my inquiry after things upon this occasion, than ever I felt before; so that whether this poor wild wretch  was the better for me, or no, I had great reason to be thankful that ever he came to me.  My grief set lighter upon me, my habitation grew comfortable to me beyond measure, and when I reflected that in this solitary life which I had been confined to, I had not only been moved myself to look up to Heaven, and to seek the hand that had brought me there, but was now to be made an instrument under Providence to save the life, and, for ought I knew, the soul of a poor savage, and bring him to the true knowledge of religion, and of the Christian doctrine, that he might know Christ Jesus, to know whom is life eternal; I say, when I reflected upon all these things, a secret joy ran through every part of my soul, and I frequently rejoiced that ever I was brought to this place, which I had so often thought the most dreadful of all afflictions that could possibly have befallen me.

In this thankful frame I continued all the remainder of my time, and the conversation which employed the hours between Friday and I was such as made the three years which we lived there together, perfectly and completely happy, if any such thing as complete happiness can be formed in a sublunary state.  The savage was now a good Christian, a much better than I; though I have reason to hope, and bless God for it, that we were equally penitent, and comforted, restored penitents.  We had here the Word of God to read, and no farther off from His Spirit to instruct, than if we had been in England.

From: The Life and Strange Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York, Mariner, Who Lived Eight and Twenty Years  All Alone in an Uninhabited Island on the Coast of America Near the Mouth of the Great River of Oroonoque, Having Been Cast on Shore by Shipwreck, Wherein All the Men Perished But Himself, With An Account How He was At Last As Strangely Delivered by Pirates, Written by Himself by Daniel Defoe; reprint (Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1883), pp. 206-207.  Originally published: (London: W. Taylor, 1719).

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