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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.
It has been observed, that they, who have spoke many considerable things in their lives, usually speak few at their deaths. But it was otherwise with our Eliot, who after much Speech of and, for God in his Life-time, uttered some things little short of Oracles on his Death-Bed; which, 'tis a thousand pities, they were not more exactly regarded and recorded. Those Authors that have taken the pains to Collect, Apophthegmata Morun••um, have not therein been unserviceable to the Living; but the Apophthegms of a Dying Eliot must have had in them a grace & a […] truly extraordinary, and indeed the ••lgar I•rr•• of the signal sace•ness in the Song of a D•rg Swan, was a very Truth in our Expiring Eliot; his left Breath smelt strong of Heaven, and was Articled into none but very gracious Notes; one of the last whereof was, Welcome Joy! and at last it went away calling upon the standers by, to Pray, pray, pray! which was the Thing in which so vast a portion of it, had been before Employed.
It has been observed, that they, who have spoke many considerable things in their lives, usually speak few at their deaths. But it was otherwise with our Eliot, who after much Speech of and, for God in his Life-time, uttered some things little short of Oracles on his Death-Bed; which, 'tis a thousand pities, they were not more exactly regarded and recorded. Those Authors that have taken the pains to Collect, Apophthegmata Morun••um, have not therein been unserviceable to the Living; but the Apophthegm• of a Dying Eliot must have had in them a grace & a 〈…〉 truly extraordinary, and indeed the ••lgar I•rr•• of the signal sace•ness in the Song of a D•rg Swan, was a very Truth in our Expiring Eliot; his left Breath smelt strong of Heaven, and was Articled into none but very gracious Notes; one of the last whereof was, Welcome Joy! and at last it went away calling upon the standers by, to Pray, pray, pray! which was the Thing in which so vast a portion of it, had been before Employ'd.