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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.
Wherefore, May the people of New England, who have seen so sensible a Difference between the estates of those that sell Drink, and of those that preach Truth, unto the miserable salvages among them, as that even this alone might inspire them, yet from a nobler consideration than that of their own outward prosperity thereby advanced, be encouraged still to prosecute, first the Civilizing, and then the Christianizing of the Barbarians, in their Neighbourhood; and may the ⟨p. 148⟩New-Englanders be so far politic as well as, […] a particularly to make a Mission of the Gospel unto the mighty Nations of the Western Indians, whom the French have been of late so studiously, but so unsuccessfully Tampering with; lest those horrid Pagans, who lately (as 'tis credibly affirmed) had such a measure of Devilism and insolence in them, as to shoot a Volley of great and small Shot against the Heavens, in Revenge upon, The Man in the Heavens, as they called our Lord, whom they counted the Author of the heavy Calamities which newly have distressed them; be found spared by our Long-suffering Lord, [who then indeed presently •ore the Ground asunder, with immediate and horrible Thunders from Heaven round about them, but killed them not!] for a Scourge to Us, that have not used our advantages to make a virtuous people of them. If a King of the West Saxons long-since ascribed all the Disasters on any of their Affairs, to Negligencies in this point, methinks the New-Englanders may not count it unreasonable in this way to seek their own prosperity. Shall we do what we can that our Lord Jesus may bestow upon Amer••••, which may more justly be called Golumba, that Salutation, O my Dove!
Wheresore, May the people of New England, who have seen so sensible a Difference between the estates of those that sell Drink, and of those that preach Truth, unto the miserable salvages among them, as that even this alone might inspire them, yet from a nobler consideration than that of their own outward prosperity thereby advanced, be encouraged still to prosecute, first the Civilizing, and then the Christianizing of the Barbarians, in their Neighbourhood; and may the ⟨p. 148⟩New-Englanders be so far •olitick as well as, a particularly to make a Mission of the Gospel unto the mighty Nations of the Western Indians, whom the French have been of late so studiously, but so unsuccessfully Tampering with; lest those horrid Pagans, who lately (as 'tis credibly affirmed) had such a measure of Devilism and insolence in them, as to shoot a Volley of great and small Shot against the Heavens, in Revenge upon, The Man in the Heavens, as they called our Lord, whom they counted the Author of the heavy Calamities which newly have distressed them; be found spared by our Long-suffering Lord, [who then indeed presently ore the Ground asunder, with immediate and horrible Thunders from Heaven round about them, but kill'd them not!] for a Scourge to Us, that have not used our advantages to make a vertuous people of them. If a King of the West Saxons long-since ascribed all the Disasters on any of their Affairs, to Negligencies in this point, methinks the New-Englanders may not count it unreasonable in this way to seek their own prosperity. Shall we do what we can that our Lord Jesus may bestow upon Amer, which may more justly be call'd Golumba, that Salutation, O my Dove!