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A funeral sermon on the death of that pious gentlewoman Mrs. Judith Hamond Late…
A funeral sermon on the death of that pious gentlewoman Mrs. Judith Hamond Late wife of the Reverend Mr. George Hamond, minister of the Gospel in London. By John Howe, minister of the same Gospel.
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1696
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.
I reckon it an evidence of the real greatness of her Spirit that She thought that, so little a thing, wherein others place Greatness. And that in almost Forty Years Acquaintance with you both, I should never hear of her nearness to a Noble Family, till, occasionally, since her Death. It seems the Blood that filled her Veins, did not swell her Mind. And her Heavenly Birth and Relation to the House and Family of God, made her forget her Earthly Kindred, and Parents House.
I reckon it an evidence of the real greatness of her Spirit that She thought that, so little a thing, wherein others place Greatness. And that in almost Forty Years Acquaintance with you both, I should never hear of her nearness to a Noble Family, till, occasionally, since her Death. It seems the Blood that fill'd her Veins, did not swell her Mind. And her Heavenly Birth and Relation to the House and Family of God, made her forget her Earthly Kindred, and Parents House.
SIR,
Though, whom God hath joined together, no man might put asunder; yet when he that made the Union, makes the Separation, there's no saying to him, What dost thou? We must a while, tug with the difficulties of our State and Work. Wherein the hope of helping Some (as God shall graciously help us) to gain this Victory over Death; and of being, at length, through his Grace, Victors our selves, will be a constant Relief and Support to you, and
Though, whom God hath joyn'd together, no man might put asunder; yet when he that made the Union, makes the Separation, there's no saying to him, What dost thou? We must a while, tug with the difficulties of our State and Work. Wherein the hope of helping Some (as God shall graciously help us) to gain this Victory over Death; and of being, at length, through his Grace, Victors our selves, will be a constant Releif and Support to you, and