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A token for children being an exact account of the conversion, holy and exemplary…
A token for children being an exact account of the conversion, holy and exemplary lives and joyful deaths of several young children / by James Janeway.
London: printed for Dorman Newman, 1676
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.
18. Being asked whether he had rather live or dye, he answered, I desire to dye, that I may go to my Saviour.
19. His pains increasing upon him, one asked him whether he would rather still endure those pains, or forsake Christ? Alas, said he, I know not what to say, being but a Child, for these pains may stagger a strong man; But I will strive to endure the best that I can. Upon this he called to mind that Martyr Thomas Bilney; who ⟨p. 47⟩being in prison, the night before his burning put his finger into the candle, to know how he could endure the fire. O (said the Child) had I lived then, I would have run through the fire to have gone to Christ.
19. His pains encreasing upon him, one asked him whether he would rather still endure those pains, or forsake Christ? Alas, said he, I know not what to say, being but a Child, for these pains may stagger a strong man; But I will strive to endure the best that I can. Upon this he called to mind that Martyr Thomas Bilney; who ⟨p. 47⟩being in prison, the night before his burning put his finger into the candle, to know how he could endure the fire. O (said the Child) had I lived then, I would have run through the fire to have gone to Christ.
20. His sickness lasted long, and at least three days before his death he prophesied his departure, and not only that he must dye, but the very day. On the Lords day, said he, look to me; neither was this a word of course, which you may guess by his often repetition, every day asking, till the day came indeed, what, is Sunday come? At last the looked-for day came on; and no sooner had the Sun beautified that morning with its light, but he falls into a trance; his eyes were fixed, his face cheerful, his lips smiling, his hands and face clasped in a Bow, as if he would have received some blessed Angel that were at