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Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man
Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man wherein the divine original, excellent and immortal nature of the soul are opened, its love and inclination to the body, with the necessity of its separation from it, considered and improved, the existence, operations, and states of separated souls, both in Heaven and Hell, immediately after death, asserted, discussed, and variously applied, divers knotty and difficult questions about departed souls, both philosophical, and theological, stated and determined, the invaluable preciousness of humane souls, and the various artifices of Satan (their professed enemy) to destroy them, discovered, and the great duty and interest of all men, seasonable and heartily to comply with the most great and gracious design of the Father, Son, and Spirit, for the salvation of their souls, argued and pressed / by John Flavel ...Pneumatologia, a treatise of the soul of man wherein the divine original, excellent and immortal nature of the soul are opened, its love and inclination to the body, with the necessity of its separation from it, considered and improved, the existence, operations, and states of separated souls, both in Heaven and Hell, immediately after death, asserted, discussed, and variously applyed, divers knotty and difficult questions about departed souls, both philosophical, and theological, stated and determined, the invaluable preciousness of humane souls, and the various artifices of Satan (their professed enemy) to destroy them, discovered, and the great duty and interest of all men, seasonable and heartily to comply with the most great and gracious design of the Father, Son, and Spirit, for the salvation of their souls, argued and pressed / by John Flavel ...
London: printed for Francis Tyton, 1685
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.
But having drank of that Spring, his Spirits revived, the Blood stenched, and he mounted his Horse again, and on he went in the same frame of Spirit, till he had finished a Journey of near thirty Miles, and came at Night to his Inn. Where being come, he greatly admired how he came thither; that his Horse, without his direction, had brought him thither, and that he fell not all that day, which past not without several Trances of considerable continuance.
Being alighted, the Inn-keeper came to him, with some astonishment, (being acquainted with him formerly) O Sir, said he, what is the matter with you? You look like a dead man. Friend, replied he, I was never better in my life. Show me my Chamber, cause my Cloak to be cleansed, burn me a little Wine, and that is all I desire of ⟨p. 240⟩you for present. Accordingly it was done, and a Supper sent up, which he could not touch, but requested of the people, they would not trouble or disturb him for that Night. All this Night passed without one wink of sleep, though he never had a sweeter Nights rest in all his life. Still, still, the joy of the Lord overflowed him, and he seemed to be an Inhabitant of the other World. The next Morning being come, he was early on Horse-back again, fearing the Divertissements in the Inn might bereave him of his joy, for he said it was now with him, as with a man that carries a rich treasure about him, who suspects every Passenger to be a Thief; but within a few hours he was sensible of the ebbing of the Tide, and before Night, though there was an heavenly serenity and sweet peace upon his Spirit, which continued long with him, yet the Transports of joy were over, and the fine edge of his delight blunted. He many years after called that day, one of the days of Heaven, and professed he understood more of the life of Heaven by it, than by all the Books he ever read, or Discourses he ever entertained about it. This was indeed an extraordinary foretaste of Heaven for degree, but it came in the ordinary way and method of Faith, and Meditation.
Being alighted, the Inn-keeper came to him, with some astonishment, (being acquainted with him formerly) O Sir, said he, what is the matter with you? You look like a dead man. Friend, replied he, I was never better in my life. Shew me my Chamber, cause my Cloak to be cleansed, burn me a little Wine, and that is all I desire of