No More Learning

Though you are at a great Distance from my Eye, yet you are very near my Heart, so that to leave the World before I
September, Dear Sister,
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have wrote a Line or two to bid you farewel, and comfort you under this sad Providence, would be uncomfortable to me : I hope you have by this Time learnt how to welcome evil as well as good Tidings, and submit to the wise           of all Things, who knows what is good for us, better than we do for our selves: Tho' I question not but the News of my Death, especially in such a violent manner, as within a few Hours I am to suffer will be afflictive to you yet would beg you to consider the Happiness which am gone to, but a few Years sooner taken out of a wicked and troublesom World unto the Quire of triumphant Martyrs in Glory, which place of Happiness, tho' have not deserved by any thing of my own Merits, yet for the Merits of my Mediator and Saviour, who has purchased more for me, than can enter into my Heart to conceive, doubt not but to have Mansion prepared for me in that Place, where the Wicked cease from troubling, and the Weary are at Rest.