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To Mrs. BO U R N.
HE near and dear Relation in
T which you flood fo long (morc
I think, than forty Years) to my lately honoured Friend and Father in the Ministry, whose sudden and much lamented Death occasioned the following Discourse, gives you the best Title to this Address ; in which
Intention is, not so much to condole with you, Madam, upon the Loss which
and the World have fuftained, as to congratulate you upon that happy Composure and chearful Resignation of Soul to the Appoint
ments of infinite Wisdom, which you have preserved under one of the heaviest Afflictions, which Humanity has to support. It is difficult to conceive of any Distress so poignant for a while, as that which the last Leave of our Friends, Relations, and Acquaintance, on this Side the Grave, will oft subject us to. One Thing there is, which not only equals but exceeds it, and I know of no other, I mean the Fear of meeting them no more, even beyond the Regions of Death; a Fear founded upon either our own, or their fupposed Incapacity for future Happiness. But this is a Fear which you, Madam, cannot have the least room to indulge : On the contrary, you must have the brightest Hopes, Hopes