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A funeral sermon for that faithful and laborious servant of Christ Mr. Richard Fairclough…
A funeral sermon for that faithful and laborious servant of Christ Mr. Richard Fairclough (who deceased July 4, 1682 in the sixty first year of his age) by John Howe.
London: printed for John Dunton, 1682
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.
whereupon his great Reverence of the Majesty of God falling into a conjunction with an assured trust, and sense of his Love and Goodness, made that rare and happy Temperament with him, which I cannot better express than by a pleasant seriousness: What friend of his did ever at the first congress, see his face but with a grave Smile? when unexpectedly and by surprise he came in among his familiar Friends, it seemed as if he had blest the room, as if a new Soul, or some good Genius were come among them.
whereupon his great Reverence of the Majesty of God falling into a conjunction with an assured trust, and sence of his Love and Goodness, made that rare and happy Temperament with him, which I cannot better express than by a pleasant seriousness: What friend of his did ever at the first congress, see his face but with a grave Smile? when unexpectedly and by surprize he came in among his familiar Friends, it seem'd as if he had blest the room, as if a new Soul, or some good Genius were come among them.
I need not tell them that survive who were nearest to him, how pleasant a Relative he was. Nor doth any man need to tell me how pleasant a Friend! No man ever more understood than he the ingenuities and delights of Friendship, especially the high pleasure of gratifying and obliging another. The relishes whereof were so delicious ⟨p. 46⟩to him, that no Festival could be so grateful to any man as the opportunity was to him of making another taste, and feel his Kindness. Nor did I ever observe any thing so like a frequent fault in him, as an aptness to overvalue his Friend.
I need not tell them that survive who were nearest to him, how pleasant a Relative he was. Nor doth any man need to tell me how pleasant a Friend! No man ever more understood than he the ingenuities and delights of Friendship, especially the high pleasure of gratifying and obliging another. The relishes whereof were so delicious ⟨p. 46⟩