A26870:263
A breviate of the life of Margaret, the daughter of Francis Charlton ... and…
A breviate of the life of Margaret, the daughter of Francis Charlton ... and wife of Richard Baxter ... : there is also published the character of her mother, truly described in her published funeral sermon, reprinted at her daughters request, called, The last work of a believer, his passing-prayer recommending his departing spirit to Christ, to be received by him.
London: printed for B. Simmons, 1681
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.
Oh how many sad and careful hours might many a Minister have prevented? And how much more good might he have done, if (being under no necessity) he had been sooner wise in this?
§. 18. Another Use of this History is, to show men, that it is not God's or our Enemies afflicting us in worldly losses or sufferings (especially when we suffer for Righteousness sake) which is half so painful, as our own inward Infirmities. A man's Spirit can bear his Infirmities of outward Crosses; but a wounded Spirit, who can bear! My poor Wife made nothing of Prisons, Distrainings, Reproaches, and such Crosses; but her burden was most inward, from her own Tenderness, and next from those whom she over-loved. And for mine ⟨p. 105⟩own part, all that ever either Enemies or Friends have done against me, is but as a flea-biting to me, in comparison of the daily burden of a pained Body, and the weakness of my Soul in Faith, Hope, Love, and Heavenly Desires and Delights.
§. 18. Another Use of this History is, to shew men, that it is not God's or our Enemies afflicting us in worldly losses or sufferings (especially when we suffer for Righteousness sake) which is half so painful, as our own inward Infirmities. A man's Spirit can bear his Infirmities of outward Crosses; but a wounded Spirit, who can bear! My poor Wife made nothing of Prisons, Distrainings, Reproaches, and such Crosses; but her burden was most inward, from her own Tenderness, and next from those whom she over-loved. And for mine ⟨p. 105⟩own part, all that ever either Enemies or Friends have done against me, is but as a flea-biting to me, in comparison of the daily burden of a pained Body, and the weakness of my Soul in Faith, Hope, Love, and Heavenly Desires and Delights.