A token for mourners, or, The advice of Christ to a distressed mother bewailing…

Did you know the case of thousands as good, yea better than you, whose whole harvest of comfort in this world, is but an handful to the gleanings of the comforts you still enjoy, who in all their lives never were owners of such comfortable enjoyments as you now over-look, ⟨p. 25⟩surely you would not act as you do.

Beside, What vile ingratitude is in this? What! are all your remaining mercies worth nothing? You have buried a child, a friend: Well, but still, you have a husband, a wife, other children; or if not, you have comfortable accommodations for your selves, with health to enjoy them; or if not, yet you have the Ordinances of God, it may be an interest in Christ, and in the Covenant, pardon of sin, and hopes of glory. What! and yet sink at this rate, as if all your mercies, comforts, and hopes, even in both worlds, were buried in one grave. Must Ichabod be written upon your best mercies, because mortality is written upon one? Fie, fie, What shameful ingratitude is here?

Beside, What vile ingratitude is in this? What! are all your remaining mercies worth nothing? You have buried a child, a friend: Well, but still, you have a husband, a wife, other children; or if not, you have comfortable accommodations for your selves, with health to enjoy them; or if not, yet you have the Ordinances of God, it may be an interest in Christ, and in the Covenant, pardon of sin, and hopes of glory. What! and yet sink at this rate, as if all your mercies, comforts, and hopes, even in both worlds, were buried in one grave. Must Ichabod be written upon your best mercies, because mortality is written upon one? Fye, fye, What shameful ingratitude is here?

And really friend, Such a carriage as this under the rod, is no small provocation to the Lord to go on in Judgment, and make a full end of all that remains, so that affliction shall not rise up the second time.