A39690:344
A token for mourners, or, The advice of Christ to a distressed mother bewailing…
A token for mourners, or, The advice of Christ to a distressed mother bewailing the death of her dear and only son wherein the boundaries of sorrow are duly fixed, excesses restrained, the common pleas answered, and divers rules for the support of Gods afflicted ones prescribed / by J.F.
London: printed for Robert Boulter, 1674
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.
And Mr. Wall in his none-but-Christ, relates as sad a passage of a poor Family in Germany, who were driven to that extremity in the famine, that at last the Parents made a motion one to the other to sell one of the children for bread to sustain themselves and the rest: but when they came to consider which child it should be, their hearts so relented and yearned upon every one, that they resolved rather all to dye together. Yea we read in Lam. 4. 10. The hands of the pitiful women have sodden their own children.
And Mr. Wall in his none-but-Christ, relates as sad a passage of a poor Family in Germany, who were driven to that extremity in the famine, that at last the Parents made a motion one to the other to sell one of the children for bread to sustain themselves and the rest: but when they came to consider which child it should be, their hearts so relented and yerned upon every one, that they resolved rather all to dye together. Yea we read in Lam. 4. 10. The hands of the pitiful women have sodden their own children.
But what speak I of these extremities; how many parents, yea, some godly ones too, have lived to see their children dying in profaneness, and some by the hand of Justice, lamenting their Rebellions with a rope about their necks?
But what speak I of these extremities; how many parents, yea, some godly ones too, have lived to see their children dying in prophaneness, and some by the hand of Justice, lamenting their Rebellions with a rope about their necks?
Ah, Reader, little dost thou know, what stings there are in the afflictions of others! Surely you have no reason to think the Lord hath dealt more bitterly with you than any. It's a gentle stroke, a merciful