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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.
He fell into some Languishments, attended with Fever, which in a few days brought him into the Pangs (may I say? or joys) of Death; and while he lay in these, Mr. Water coming to him, he said unto him, Brother, thou art welcome to my very Soul. Pray, Retire to thy Study for me, and give me leave to be gone; meaning that he should, not by Petitions to Heaven for his Life, detain him here. It was, in these Languishments, that speaking about, the work of the Gospel among the Indians, he did after this Heavenly manner express himself, I here […] Cloud (said he) a dark cloud upon the work of ⟨p. 141⟩the Gospel among the poor Indians. The Lord hevi•e and prosper that work, and grant it may live when I am Dead. It is a work, which I have been Doing much and long about. But what was the word I spoke last? I Recall that word, My Doings! Alas, they have been poor and small and lean Doings, and I'll be the man that shall throw the first stare at them all.
He fell into some Languishments, attended with Fever, which in a few days brought him into the Pangs (may I say? or joyes) of Death; and while he lay in these, Mr. Water coming to him, he said unto him, Brother, thou art welcome to my very Soul. Pray, Retire to thy Study for me, and give me leave to be gone; meaning that he should, not by Petitions to Heaven for his Life, detain him here. It was, in these Languishments, that speaking about, the work of the Gospel among the Indians, he did after this Heavenly manner express himself, I here 〈…〉 Cloud (said he) a dark cloud upon the work of ⟨p. 141⟩the Gospel among the poor Indians. The Lord hevi•e and prosper that work, and grant it may live when I am Dead. It is a work, which I have been Doing much and long about. But what was the word I spoke last? I Recal that word, My Doings! Alas, they have been poor and small and lean Doings, and I'le be the man that shall throw the first stare at them all.