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Duodecennium luctuosum. The history of a long war with Indian salvages, and their directors…
Duodecennium luctuosum. The history of a long war with Indian salvages, and their directors and abettors; from the year, 1702. To the year, 1714. Comprised in a short essay, to declare the voice of the glorious God, in the various occurrences of that war, which have been thought matters of more special observation. : A recapitulation made in the audience, of his Excellency the governor, and the General Assembly of the Massachusett province; at Boston, 30. d. VII. m. 1714. : [Two lines from Livy]Duodecennium luctuosum. The history of a long war with Indian salvages, and their directors and abettors; from the year, 1702. To the year, 1714. Comprised in a short essay, to declare the voice of the glorious God, in the various occurrences of that war, which have been thought matters of more special observation. : A recapitulation made in the audience, of his Excellency the governour, and the General Assembly of the Massachusett province; at Boston, 30. d. VII. m. 1714. : [Two lines from Livy]
Boston: printed by B. Green. Sold by Samuel Gerrish, 1714
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.
BUT Sometimes a Town has undergone a greater Effusion of Blood. Haverhil at once Loses above Thirty of it's Inhabitants; And, Poor Deerfield!— Never to be forgotten Deerfield! — An Hundred, and Perhaps twice Thirty more.
HOW many Deaths have been Contracted and Hastened, by the Fatigues of Attempts against the Enemy, — there can be no Account.
ADD unto these, the Numberless Deaths, accelerated upon ours in their Engagements with the French at Sea, or by their Confinements among them: — Here our Bleeding Land would Cry out, Oh! That my Grief were thoroughly Weighed! Now it would be heavy like the Sand o• the Sea.
ADD unto these, the Numberless Deaths, accelerated upon ours in their Engagements with the French at Sea, or by their Confinements among them: — Here our Bleeding Land would Cry out, Oh! That my Grief were thoroughly Weigh'd! Now it would be heavy like the Sand o• the Sea.
BUT, What I am now to note, is, There has been a Voice of the Glorious GOD, in every One of these Disasters.