N00759:66
A token for children. Being an exact account of the conversion, holy and exemplary…
A token for children. Being an exact account of the conversion, holy and exemplary lives and joyful deaths of several young children. / By James Janeway, Minister of the Gospel. : To which is added, A token, for the children of New England. Or, Some examples of children, in whom the fear of God was remarkably budding before they died; in several parts of New England. Preserved and published for the encouragement of piety in other children.
printed for Nicholas Boone, 1700
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
22. She was full of natural affection to her Parents, and very careful least her Mother should be tired out with much watching: Her Mother said, •how shall bear parting with thee, when I have scar•• dried my eyes for thy Brother? she answered, the ⟨p. 8⟩God of love, support and comfort you; it is but a little while, and we shall meet in Glory, I hope. She being very weak, could speak but little, therefore her Mother said, Child, if thou hast any comfort, lift up thy hand; which she did.
22. She was full of natural affection to her Parents, and very careful least her Mother should be tired out with much watching: Her Mother said, •how shall bear parting with thee, when I have scar•• dryed my eyes for thy Brother? she answered, the ⟨p. 8⟩God of love, support and comfort you; it is but a little while, and we shall meet in Glory, I hope. She being very weak, could speak but little, therefore her Mother said, Child, if thou hast any co•fort, lift up thy hand; which she did.
23. The Lords day before that, in which she died, a Kinsman of hers came to see her, and asking of her, whether she knew him? She answered, Yes, I know you, and I desire you would learn to know Christ: you are young, but you know not how soon you may die; and O to die without a Christ, it is a fearful thing: O redeem Time! O Time, T•me, Time, precious Time! Being requested by him not to spend herself, she said, she would fain do all the good she could while she lived, and when she was dead too, if possible; upon which account, she desired that a Sermon might be Preached at the Funeral, concerning the preciousness of Time. O that young ones would now remember their Creator!