Asarkokaukemma, or The vanity of glorying in the flesh, opened in a sermon preached…Asarkokaukēma, or The vanity of glorying in the flesh, open'd in a sermon preached…

These, I say, and many more spirits of a sublime extraction, stars of the first magnitude; the ornaments of the present, and the hopes of the future generation, have been prematurely cut off b• the fatal stroke of the Small pox, and have finished their course, before ⟨image 18⟩they had finished (the eldest of them, as I understand) the twenty fifth year of their age.

These, I say, and many more spirits of a sublime extraction, stars of the first magnitude; the ornaments of the present, and the hopes of the future generation, have beene prematurely cut off b• the fatal stroke of the Small pox, and have finished their course, before ⟨image 18⟩they had finish't (the eldect of them, as I understand) the twenty fifth yeare of their age.

And now in the mean time, how little are we affected with these invaluable, I had almost said irreparable losses. Certainly we do not lay them to heart according to the nature of the stroke inflicted in their removal: while we followed their sad Hearses to the grave, and our ears were filed with Funeral Lamentations, possibly we might fetch a cold sigh, and let fall a few dry tears, but alas, how quickly do we forget our losses? we bury our sorrows and our Worthies in the same grave. Our tears are quickly dried up, and our days (our hours rather) of mourning are soon ended. We have ⟨image 19⟩learned an easy way of comforting our selves over our sorrows, more truly of keeping sorrow from our hearts: we will not suffer it to come near us. We use to say, he was a great Scholar, an excellent Preacher, a gallant Gentleman, there will be a great want of him, but we must be contented if God will have it so, we cannot help it, we are all mortal, &c. there's an end.