Memoria Wilsoniana. Or, Some dues unto the memory of the truly Reverend & renowned…

who having left his Patient, in his Opinion, safely Recovered, gave Mr. Wilson a Visit with an Account of it. Recovered! Says Mr. Wilson; You are mistaken Mr. Doctor, He's a Dead man! The Doctor answered, If ever I recovered a Sick man in my Life, that man is Recovered: but Mr. Wilson replied, No, Mr. Doctor, He's a Dead man, he shall not Live; Mark my Words! The Doctor smiled; but for all that, before they parted, the News was brought them, that the man was Dead indeed, and, The Lord known by the Judgment, which He Executed. But at last, Mr. Wilson obtained from the truly Noble Earl of Warwick, to Sign a Letter, which the Earl bid ⟨p. 14⟩himself to draw up, unto the Bishop, on his behalf; by the Operation of which Letter, his Liberty, for the Exercise of his Ministry, was again procured. This Bishop was the Well-known Dr. Harsnet, who a Little while after this, Travelling Northward, upon Designs of mischief against the Reforming Pastors and Christians there, certain Ministers of the South set apart a Day, for Solemn Fasting and Prayer to Implore the Help of Heaven, against those Designs; and on that very Day, he was taken with a Sore and an odd Fit, which caused him to stop at a Blind House of Entertainment on the Road, where he suddenly Dyed.

S. 10. At Last, being Persecuted in One Country, he must Flee into another. The Plantation of a New-English Colony was begun; And Mr. Wilson, with some of his Neighbours, Embarked themselves in the Fleet, which came over thither in the year 1630. Where he applied himself with all the Vigour Imaginable, to Encourage the poor People, under the Difficulties of their New Plantation. This Good People buried near Two Hundred of their Number, within a Quarter of a year after their first Landing; which caused Mr. Wilson particularly to Endeavour their Consolation; by Preaching on Jacobs not being disheartened by the Death of his nearest Friends in the way, when God had called him to Remove. And how Remarkably, perhaps I might say, Excessively, ⟨p. 15⟩Liberal he was in Employing his Estate for the Relief of the Needy, Every such One so beheld him, as to Reckon him, The Father of them all: Yea, the poor Indians themselves also tasted of his Bounty. If it were Celebrated, as the Glory of Bellarmine, that he would Sell his Goods to convert them into Alms for the poor, yea, that, Quadam Die proprium Atramentarium Argenteolum, ut ditaret Inopes, inter pignorat obligavit, our Mr. Wilson, though a greater Disclaimer of Merit, than Bellarmine was, not only in his Writings, but on his Death-bed it self, yet came not behind Bellarmine for the Extension of his Charity. To give Instances of his, even over doing Liberality, would be to do it Injuries; for indeed they were Innumerable; He acted as if the Primitive Agreement of having All Things in Common, had been of all things the most Agreeable unto him. I shall Sum up all in the Lines of an Elegant Elegy, which Mr. Samuel Bach, an Ingenious Merchant made upon him, at his Death;