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Meat out of the eater. Or, Funeral-discourses occasioned by the death of several relatives. Work accommodated unto the service of all that are in any affliction; but very particularly such as are afflicted with the loss of their consorts or children. / By Cotton Mather. ; [Four lines from I Corinthians]
Boston: printed by B. Green & J. Allen for Benjamin Eliot, 1703
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.
I Solemnly Pronounce, That I Believe▪ That my Redeemer does for ever Live. When future Ages shall their Circuit End, And Bankrupt Time shall its last Minutes spend, Then He from Heaven in Triumph shall descend. He on the Surface of the Earth shall stand, And from the Grave His Captiv'd Saints demand, The Slumbering Dead shall waken at His call, And from their Limbs, their Leaden chains shall fall. Victorious Life at His Command shall flee, To vanquish Death, and set her Prisoners free. It shall new warmth, and Vital vigour spread Through' all the Cold apartments of the Dead. It shall in Triumph march through' shades beneath, Through' all the Dusty Galleries of Death. Th' Invading Conqueror shall Sack the Grave, Force every Tomb, and rescue every Slave. ⟨p. 183⟩Destructions Empire shall no longer last, Death from her sad Dominions shall be chased, And Desolation laid for ever wast. From Opening Tombs the enlivened Dead shall rise And to Enjoy the Light, lift up their wondering eyes. Tho' Worms and Putrefaction shall consume, This Mortal Body in the Silent Tomb; I shall Revive, and from the Grave arise, And see my God with these Corporeal Eyes, I for my self shall see the blessed Sight, For my own Profit, and my vast Delight. He shall my virtue from your Slanders clear, Assert my cause, and Job pronounce Sincere, This is the' unshaken Pillar of my Hope, This does my Soul, oppressed with Sorrow, prop; That tho', as I have said, the ravening Worm Shall Eat my Flesh, and break this mortal Form, My Reunited parts I shall assume, When my Redeemer does to Judgment come, For ever to be cleared by an Impartial Doom.
I Solemnly Pronounce, That I Believe▪ That my Redeemer does for ever Live. When future Ages shall their Circuit End, And Bankrupt Time shall its last Minutes spend, Then He from Heav'n in Triumph shall descend. He on the Surface of the Earth shall stand, And from the Grave His Captiv'd Saints demand, The Slumbring Dead shall waken at His call, And from their Limbs, their Leaden chains shall fall. Victorious Life at His Command shall flee, To vanquish Death, and set her Pris'ners free. It shall new warmth, and Vital vigour spread Thro' all the Cold apartments of the Dead. It shall in Triumph march thro' shades beneath, Thro' all the Dusty Galleries of Death. Th' Invading Conqueror shall Sack the Grave, Force every Tomb, and rescue every Slave. ⟨p. 183⟩Destructions Empire shall no longer last, Death from her sad Dominions shall be chas't, And Desolation laid for ever wast. From Op'ning Tombs th'enlivened Dead shall rise And to Enjoy the Light, lift up their wondring eyes. Tho' Worms and Putrefaction shall consume, This Mortal Body in the Silent Tomb; I shall Revive, and from the Grave arise, And see my God with these Corporeal Eyes, I for my self shall see the blessed Sight, For my own Profit, and my vast Delight. He shall my vertue from your Slanders clear, Assert my cause, and Job pronounce Sincere, This is th' unshaken Pillar of my Hope, This does my Soul, opprest with Sorrow, prop; That tho', as I have said, the rav'ning Worm Shall Eat my Flesh, and break this mortal Form, My Reuni•ed parts I shall assume, When my Redeemer does to Judgment come, For ever to be clear'd by an Impartial Doom.
An house of Mourning. The DEATH OF Desirable Relatives, Lamented & Improved, IN A SERMON Occasioned By the DEATH of Mrs. Abigail Mather.
An house of Mourning. The DEATH OF Desireable Relatives, Lamented & Improved, IN A SERMON Occasioned By the DEATH of Mrs. Abigail Mather.
Her HUSBAND also, and HE Praiseth her.
Aspice, Domine JESUS, Viduitatis […] •rbitatis meae Lacrymas. Aug. Medit.
Aspice, Domine JESU, Viduitatis 〈…〉 •rbitatis meae Lacrymas. Aug. Medit.
BOSTON: Printed for Benjamin Eliot, 1703.
Behold, How his Calamities grow upon him! Lord, How are the Things increased which Trouble me?
BEhold, How his Calamities grow upon him! Lord, How are the Things increased which Trouble me?
But God in His Free and Rich Grace, makes the Calamities of the Sinful man, who is now Writing, to be Subservient unto the Interests of Religion, among those to whom what he Writeth, may be in any measure acceptable.
The Sudden Death of his First born, produced a Discourse about Fourteen Years ago, Printed at London, under the Title […], Right Thoughts in Sad hours. Four more of his Olive Plants have been since Withered; The Fruits yet produced by those Occasions, are Collected and Exposed, in the Book now before the Reader. A more Trying Death by far than all the former is at length inflicted on him. Their Lovely Mother must be at last Laid in a Tomb, where they must now together Sleep with her. A Sermon uttered just after the saddest Funeral that ever he saw, and composed under the most grievous Desolations of his Mind, as well as of his House, that ever were upon him, is now added unto the rest. He hopes to say, as ⟨image ?⟩the Incomparable Duplessis of his Dead Wife; She had formerly helped him in Living well, and should hereafter in Dying well, But he would have others to share with him in the Benefit. It would be some Consolation to him, if Goodness may be promoted in other Families, by Sorrow befalling of his; and if his Loss of her whom he so highly valued may render what he Speaks, effectual for the obliging other Consorts to set a due value upon one another. But since Heaven will have it so,
The Sudden Death of his First born, produced a Discourse about Fourteen Years ago, Printed at London, under the Title 〈…〉, Right Thoughts in Sad hours. Four more of his Olive Plants have been since Withered; The Fruits yet produced by those Occasions, are Collected and Exposed, in the Book now before the Reader. A more Trying Death by far than all the former is at length inflicted on him. Their Lovely Mother must be at last Laid in a Tomb, where they must now together Sleep with her. A Sermon uttered just after the saddest Funeral that ever he saw, and composed under the most grievous Desolations of his Mind, as well as of his House, that ever were upon him, is now added unto the rest. He hopes to say, as ⟨image ?⟩the Incomparable Duplessis of his Dead Wife; She had formerly helped him in Living well, and should hereafter in Dying well, But he would have others to share with him in the Benefit. It would be some Consolation to him, if Goodness may be promoted in other Families, by Sorrow befalling of his; and if his Loss of her whom he so highly valued may render what he Speaks, effectual for the obliging other Consorts to set a due value upon one another. But since Heaven will have it so,
GO then, my Dove, but now no longer Mine! Leave Earth, & now in Heavenly Glory Shine. Bright for thy Wisdom, Goodness, Beauty here; Now Brighter in a more Angelic Sphere. JESUS, with whom thy Soul did long to be, Into His Ark, and Arms, has taken thee. Dear Friends with whom thou didst so dearly Live Feel Thy one Death to Them a Thousand give. Thy Prayers are done; thy Alms are spent; thy Pains Are Ended now in Endless Joys & Gains The Torch that gave my House its pleasant Light, Extinguished leaves it in how dark a Night! I saint, till thy last words to mind […] call; Rich Words! Heaven, Heaven will make amends for all.
GO then, my Dove, but now no longer Mine! Leave Earth, & now in Heavenly Glory Shine. Bright for thy Wisdom, Goodness, Beauty here; Now Brighter in a more Angelick Sphoere. JESUS, with whom thy Soul did long to be, Into His Ark, and Arms, has taken thee. Dear Friends with whom thou didst so dearly Live Feel Thy one Death to Them a Thousand give. Thy Prayers are done; thy Alms are spent; thy Pains Are Ended now in Endless Joyes & Gains The Torch that gave my House its pleasant Light, Extinguish'd leaves it in how dark a Night! I saint, till thy last words to mind 〈…〉 call; Rich Words! Heav'n, Heav'n will make amends for all.
C. M.
