A50170:206
The triumphs of the reformed religion in America the life of the renowned John…
The triumphs of the reformed religion in America the life of the renowned John Eliot, a person justly famous in the church of God, not only as an eminent Christian and an excellent minister among the English, but also as a memorable evangelist among the Indians of New-England : with some account concerning the late and strange success of the Gospel in those parts of the world which for many ages have lain buried in pagan ignorance / written by Cotton Mather.The triumphs of the reformed religion in America the life of the renowned John Eliot, a person justly famous in the church of God, not only as an eminent Christian and an excellant minister among the English, but also as a memorable evangelist amoung the Indians of New-England : with some account concerning the late and strange success of the Gospel in those parts of the world which for many ages have lain buried in pagan ignorance / written by Cotton Mather.
Boston: printed by Benjamin Harris and John Allen for Joseph Brunning, 1691
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.
Bereaved New-England, where are thy tears, at this Ill-boding Funeral? We had a Tradition among us, That the Country could never ⟨p. 143⟩perish, as long as Eliot was alive. Put in•• whose Hands must this Hippo fall, now the A• stin of it is taken away? Our Elisha is gone, and now who must next year invade the Lan•? The Jews have a saying, Quando Luminaria patiuntur Eclipsin, malum signum est mund•; But I am sure, 'tis a dismal Eclipse that has now befallen our New-English World. I confess, many of the Ancients, fell into the vanity, of esteeming the Relics of the De•d Saints, to be the •owers and Ramparts of the places that enjoyed them; and the dead Bodies of two Apostles in the City, made the Poet cry out, A Facie Hostili duo propugnacula praesunt.
Bereaved New-England, vvhere are thy tears, at this Ill-boding Funeral? We had a Tradition among us, That the Country could never ⟨p. 143⟩perish, as long as Eliot was alive. Put in•• whose Hands must this Hippo fall, now the A• stin of it is taken away? Our Elisha is gone, and now who must next year invade the Lan•? The Jews have a saying, Quando Luminaria patiuntur Eclipsin, malum signum est mund•; But I am sure, 'tis a dismal Eclipse that has now befallen our New-English World. I confess, many of the Ancients, fell into the vanity, of esteeming the Reliq•es of the De•d Saints, to be the •owers and Ramparts of the places that enjoy'd them; and the dead Bodies of two Apostles in the City, made the Poet cry out, A Facie Hostili duo propugnacula praesunt.