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The wonderful works of God commemorated. Praises bespoke for the God in heaven in…
The wonderful works of God commemorated. Praises bespoke for the God in heaven in a thanksgiving sermon; delivered on Decemb. 19. 1689. Containing just reflections upon the excellent things done by the great God, more generally in creation and redemption, and in the government of the world; but more particularly in the remarkable revolutions of providence which are every where the matter of present observation. With a postscript giving an account of some very stupendous accidents, which have lately happened in France. / By Cotton Mather. ; To which is added a sermon preached unto the convention of the Massachuset-Colony in New-England, with a short narrative of several prodigies, which New-England hath of late had the alarms of heaven in.
Boston: printed by S. Green & sold by Joseph Browning, 1690
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.
In the Summer of the Year, 1688. just before the first eruption of our unhappy War, we bad growing in Boston a Cabbage Root, out of which there sprouted three very wonderful Branches, one of them exactly resembling a C••tlace, another of them, as exactly resembling a R•pi••, and a third, extremely like to the Club used by the Indians in their Barbarous Executions. I was my self one among the Multitudes that visited this Curiosity, with no little surprise at the oddness of it; and the Characters of it in my thoughts have grown m•re Serious and Solemn, since the Consequences of it have been so agreeable. I do not imagine my self herein imposed upon, ⟨image ?⟩as Lycosthenes who wrote of Prodigies, was in the Business of his Bearded Grapes; but it would be Crambe bis cocta for me to offer the Reader what Examples parallel hereunto are mentioned by the exquisitely Learned, and Curious Authors of the Renowned German Ephemerides.
In the Summer of the Year, 1688. just before the first eruption of our unhappy War, we bad growing in Boston a Cabbage Root, out of which there sprouted three very wonderful Branches, one of them exactly resembling a C••tlace, another of them, as exactly resembling a R•pi••, and a third, ext••amly like to the Club used by the Indians in their Barbarous Executions. I was my self one among the Multitudes that visited this Curiosity, with no little surprize at the odness of it; and the Characters of it in my thoughts have grown m•re Serious and Solemn, since the Consiquences of it have been so agreeable. I do not imagine my self herein impos'd upon, ⟨image ?⟩as Lycosthenes who wrote of Prodigies, was in the Business of his Bearded Grapes; but it would be Crambe bis cocta for me to offer the Reader what Exemples parallel hereunto are mentioned by the exquisitely Learned, and Curious Authors of the Renowned German Ephemerides.