When I was casting in my thoughts, to whom I should address the dedication of these, few following Sermons, your Ladyships self ⟨image 3⟩readily offered, being a person to whom I am upon many accounts singularly obliged, As I am likewise unto your Honourable Husband; Having also had the retirement and convenience not far from you, for revising and making them ready for the Press, which as you partly know, and as others may conjecture, was not so very easy a piece of work, considering that they were not taken from the Author's Pen, but from his mouth when preaching, by one of his ordinary hearers no Scholar, and afterwards transcribed by another person of less Judgment: Your La: being withal a genuine and undegenerat Daughter of the Ancient, Honourable, and Loyal Family of Ormestoune, eminently instrumental in our beautiful and blessed, in our great and glorious, work of Reformation from Popery, and famous (as it is hoped it will through grace still continue to be, if the like sad occasion, as we wish it never may, should again occur) for ready and cheerful receiving, harbouring, cherishing, and encouraging the faithful Servants of God and Martyrs of Jesus; particularly of renowned Mr. George Wishart, who was thence taken under trust by the unhappy Earle of Bothwell, now extinct and his memorial with him (the mentioning whereof, I know your Honourable Husband Sir Robert's just regard for the Reformed Protestant Religion, will easily persuade him o bear with, though he may be, for any thing I know, one of the nearest relations of that some-time great Nobleman now surviving) ⟨image 3⟩while the house of Ormestoune stands and flourisheth still; which Mr. Wishart, I say, was taken thence, and thereafter most cruelly murdered at Saint-Andrews, the then seat of Cardinal Beaton, who in great state and much pompous pride, looking out of the Window of his Castle there, now almost levelled with the ground fed his lustful eyes with the horrid and pitiful, but to him pleasant, spectacle, of that eminent Saint and Servant of Christ, his being brunt alive and consumed into ashes:
WHen I was casting in my thoughts, to whom I should address the dedication of these, few following Sermons, your Ladyships selfe ⟨image 3⟩readily offered, being a person to whom I am upon many accounts singularly oblidged, As I am likewise unto your Honourable Husband; Haveing also had the retirement and conveniencie not far from you, for reviseing and makeing them ready for the Presse, which as you partly know, and as others may conjecture, was not so very easy a peece of work, considering that they were not taken from the Author's Pen, but from his mouth when preaching, by one of his ordinary hearers no Scolar, and afterwards transscribed by another person of lesse Judgment: Your La: being withall a genuine and undegenerat Daughter of the Ancient, Honourable, and Loyal Family of Ormestoune, eminently instrumental in our beautiful and blessed, in our great and glorious, work of Reformation from Popery, and famous (as it is hoped it will thrugh grace still continue to be, if the like sad occasion, as we wish it never may, should againe occurre) for ready and chearful receiving, herbouring, cherishing, and incourageing the faithful Servants of God and Martyrs of Jesus; particularly of renowned Mr. George Wishart, who was thence taken under trust by the unhappy Earle of Bothwel, now extinct and his memorial with him (the mentioning whereof, I know your Honourable Husband Sir Robert's just regaird for the Reformed Protestant Religion, will easily persuade him o bear with, though he may be, for any thing I know, one of the neerest relations of that some-time great Nobleman now surviving) ⟨image 3⟩while the house of Ormestoune stands and flourisheth still; which Mr. Wishart, I say, was taken thence, and thereafter most cruelly murdered at Saint-Andrewes, the then seat of Cardinal Beatton, who in great state and much pompuous pride, looking out of the Window of his Castle there, now almost levelled with the ground fedd his lustful eyes with the horrid and pitiful, but to him pleasant, spectackle, of that eminent Saint and Servant of Christ, his bei• brunt alive and consumed into ashes:
