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An account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the…
An account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the gospel near Whitechurch in Shropshire, who died June 24, 1696, in the sixty fifth year of his ageAn account of the life and death of Mr. Philip Henry, minister of the gospel near Whitechurch in Shropshire, who dy'd June 24, 1696, in the sixty fifth year of his age
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1698
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
There in Apr. following he buried his eldest Son, not quite six Years old, a child of extraordinary pregnancy and forwardness in learning, and of a very towardly disposition, his Character of this Child is,
There in Apr. following he buried his eldest Son, not quite six Years old, a child of extraordinary praegnancy and forwardness in learning, and of a very towardly disposition, his Character of this Child is,
Praeterquam aetatem nil puerile fuit.
This Child before he was seized with the Sickness whereof he died, was much affected with some Verses, which he met with in Mr. Whites Power of Godliness, said to be found in the Pocket of a hopeful young Man, who died before he was twenty four Years old. Of his own accord he got them without Book, and would be often rehearsing them, they were these. Not twice twelve Years, (he might say Not half twelve years) full told a wearied Breath I have exchanged for a happy Death. Short was my Life; the longer is my Rest, God takes them soonest whom he loveth best. He that is born to day and die's to morrow, Loses some hours of joy, but months of sorrow; Other Diseases often come to grieve us, Death Strikes but once and that Stroke doth relieve us.
This Child before he was seized with the Sickness whereof he died, was much affected with some Verses, which he met with in Mr. Whites Power of Godliness, said to be found in the Pocket of a hopeful young Man, who died before he was twenty four Years old. Of his own accord he got them without Book, and would be often rehearsing them, they were these. Not twice twelve Years, (he might say Not half twelve years) full told a wearied Breath I have exchanged for a happy Death. Short was my Life; the longer is my Rest, God takes them soonest whom he loveth best. He that is born to day and die's to morrow, Loses some hours of joy, but months of sorrow; Other Diseases often come to grieve us, Death Strikes but once and that Stroak doth relieve us.