Decennium luctuosum An history of remarkable occurrences, in the long war, which New-England hath…

Finally, You may Observe, What Untimely Ends, and what Surprising Fates, have come upon our Sons, in these Years of the Wrath of the Right-Hand of the Most High. When Croesus was in War taken by Cyrus, this Captive made unto the Conqueror, this Remark upon the Difference between Peace and War; O Sir, I see, that in a time of Peace, the Sons Bury their Fathers, but in a Time of War, the Fathers Bury their Sons, Truly, Sirs, our Time of War has in Various Ways of Mortality, been Embittered with this Remark, The Fathers have been Burying their Sons, all the Country over! Many of us, have had our Sons, even those very Sons, of whom we said, This same shall Comfort us! We have had them violently snatched away from us, and Cropped in the very Flower of their Youth; and they have Left us deploring, Oh, my Son, with all my Heart could I have Dyed for thee, my Son, my Son! But in the midst of these Deplorable Things, God hath given up several of our Sons, into the Hands of the Fierce Monsters of Africa. Mahometan Turks and Moors, and Devils, are at this Day oppressing many of ⟨p. 232⟩our Sons, with a Slavery, wherein they Wish for Death, and cannot find it; a Slavery, from whence they cry and write unto us, It had been Good for us, that we had never been Born.

Finally, You may Observe, What Untimely Ends, and what Surprizing Fates, have come upon our Sons, in these Years of the Wrath of the Right-Hand of the Most High. When Craesus was in War taken by Cyrus, this Captive made unto the Conqueror, this Remark upon the Difference between Peace and War; O Syr, I see, that in a time of Peace, the Sons Bury their Fathers, but in a Time of War, the Fathers Bury their Sons, Truly, Sirs, our Time of War has in Various Wayes of Mortality, been Embittered with this Remark, The Fathers have been Burying their Sons, all the Countrey over! Many of us, have had our Sons, even those very Sons, of whom we said, This same shall Comfort us! We have had them violently snatch'd away from us, and Cropt in the very Flower of their Youth; and they have Left us deploring, Oh, my Son, with all my Heart could I have Dyed for thee, my Son, my Son! But in the midst of these Deplorable Things, God hath given up several of our Sons, into the Hands of the Fierce Monsters of Africa. Mahometan Turks and Moors, and Devils, are at this Day oppressing many of ⟨p. 232⟩our Sons, with a Slavery, wherein they Wish for Death, and cannot find it; a Slavery, from whence they cry and write unto us, It had been Good for us, that we had never been Born.