In his early volume, The Saint and his Saviour, published in 1857, Mr. Spurgeon wrote:—
“Few men would dare to read their own autobiography, if all their deeds were recorded in it; few can look back upon their entire career without a blush. ‘All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.’ None of us can lay claim to perfection.
True, at times, a forgetful self-complacency bids us exult in the virtue of our lives; but when faithful memory awakes, how instantly she dispels the illusion!
She waves her magic wand, and in the king’s palaces frogs arise in multitudes; the pure rivers at her glance become blood; the whole land is creeping with loathsomeness. Where we imagined purity, lo, imperfection ariseth!
The snow-wreath of satisfaction melts before the sun of truth, the nectared bowl of gratulation is embittered by sad remembrances; while, under the glass of honesty, the deformities and irregularities of a life, apparently correct, are rendered, alas! too visible.
C. H. Spurgeon, C. H. Spurgeon’s Autobiography, Compiled from His Diary, Letters, and Records, by His Wife and His Private Secretary, 1834–1854, vol. 1 (Cincinatti; Chicago; St. Louis: Curts & Jennings, 1898), 2.