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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. ; [Two lines from Luke]
Boston: printed by Benjamin Harris for Joseph Brunning i.e, 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.
Q. How is the Soil made in Heaven? A. 'tis a very fair Soil; they want neither for Meats nor Cloths; 'tis but Wishing and we have them. Q […] in Heaven? A. No, […] do nothing; the fields yield Corn, Beans, Pumpkins, and the like, without any Tillage. ;Q what sort of trees are there? A. Always Green Full, and Flourishing. Q. Have they in Heaven the Same Si•n, the same wind, the same Thunder that we have here? A. No, the Sun ever shines; 'tis always fair weather. Q. But how their Fruits? A. In this one quality they exceed ours; that they are never wasted; you have no sooner pl•ck't one, but you see another presently har•• ing in its Room. And after this rate goes on ⟨p. 126⟩the Catechism concerning Heaven. Concerning […] it thus discourses. Q What sort of a Soil is that of Hell? A. A Very wretched Soil; 'tis a fiery pit in the Centre of the Earth. Q. Have they any light in Hell? A. No. Tis always Dark; there's always Smoke there; their eyes are always in pain with it; they can see nothing but the Devils. Q. What shaped things are Div•ls•? A. Very ill shaped things; they go about with Visors on; and they terrify men. Q. W•• do they […] in Hell? A. They are always Hungry; but the Damned feed upon […] Ashes and Serpents there. Q. Wh• […] […] they in Drink? A. Horrid water; nothing but melted lead; Q. Don't they […] in Hell? A. No; yet they eat one another, every day; But anon, God restores and renews the Man that was eaten; as a cropped Plant, in a little time repullulates.
Q. How is the Soyl made in Heaven? A. 'tis a very fair Soil; they want neither for Meats nor Cloths; 'tis but Wishing and we have them. Q 〈…〉 in Heaven? A. No, 〈…〉 do nothing; the fields yeeld Corn, Beans, Pumpkins, and the like, without any Tillage. ;Q what sort of trees are there? A. Always Green Full, and Florishing. Q. Have they in Heaven the Same Si•n, the same wind, the same Thunder that we have here? A. No, the Sun ever shines; 'tis always fair weather. Q. But how their Fruits? A. In this one quality they exceed ours; that they are never wasted; you have no sooner plck't one, but you see another presently har ing in its Room. And after this rate goes on