death, that unlocks the prison of the soul, to
enlarge it for a
more
gloriousmansion, put a stop to his
acting his part on the
stage of
mortality; heaven, like
earthly princes, when it threatens
war, being always so kind as to call home its ambassadors before it
be denounced, and even the last act or
undertaking of his, was a
labour of love and
charity; for it so falling out that a young
gentleman, a neighbour of Mr BUNYAN'S,
happening into the
displeasure of his father, and being much troubled in mind upon
that
account, and also for that he heard his father purposed to
disinherit him, or
otherwisedeprive him of what he had to leave;
he pitched upon Mr BUNYAN as a fit man to make way for his
submission, and prepare his father's mind to receive him; and he,
as
willing to do any good office, as it could be requested, as
readily
undertook it; and so riding to READING in BERKSHIRE, he
then there used such pressing arguments and reasons against anger
and
passion, as also for love and
reconciliation, that the father
was mollified, and his bowels yearned to his returning son.
But Mr BUNYAN, after he had disposed all things to the best for
accommodation, returning to LONDON, and being overtaken with
excessive rains, coming to his lodgings
extremely wet, fell sick of
a
violent fever, which he bore with much
constancy and
patience,
and expressed himself as if he desired nothing more than to be
dissolved, and be with Christ, in that case esteeming death as
gain, and life only a
tedious delaying
felicity expected; and
finding his vital strength decay, having settled his mind and
affairs, as well as the shortness of time, and the
violence of his
disease would permit, with a
constant and
christian
patience, he
resigned his soul into the hands of his most
merciful Redeemer,
following his
pilgrim from the City of Destruction, to the New
JERUSALEM; his better part having been all along there, in holy
contemplation, pantings and breathings after the
hidden manna and
water of life, as by many holy and
humble consolations expressed in
his letters to several persons in prison, and out of prison, too
many to be inserted at present. He died at the house of one Mr
STRUDDOCK, a
grocer, at the Star on SNOW HILL, in the
parish of ST
SEPULCHRE'S, LONDON, on the 12th of AUGUST 1688, and in the
sixtieth year of his age, after ten days'
sickness; and was buried
in the new burying place near the Artillery Ground; where he sleeps
to the morning of the resurrection, in hopes of a
glorious rising
to an incorruptible im
mortality of joy and happiness; where no more
trouble and sorrow shall
afflict him, but all tears be wiped away;
when the just shall be incorporated as members of Christ their
head, and reign with Him as kings and priests for ever.
A brief Character of MR JOHN BUNYAN
HE appeared in
countenance to be of a stern and rough
temper, but
in his conversation mild and affable; not given to loquacity or
much
discourse in company, unless some
urgent occasion required it;
observing never to boast of himself or his parts, but rather seem
low in his own eyes, and
submit himself to the judgment of others,
abhorring lying and swearing, being just in all that lay in his
power to his word, not
seeming to
revenge injuries,
loving to
reconcile differences, and make friendship with all; he had a sharp
quick eye, accompanied with an excellent discerning of persons,
being of good judgment and quick wit. As for his person, he was
tall of
stature, strong boned, though not corpulent, somewhat of a
ruddy face, with sparkling eyes, wearing his hair on his upper lip,
after the old British fashion; his hair
reddish, but in his latter
days, time had sprinkled it with grey; his nose well set, but not
declining or bending, and his mouth
moderate large; his forehead
somewhat high, and his habit always plain and
modest. And thus
have we impartially described the
internal and
external parts of a
person, whose death hath been much regretted; a person who had
tried the smiles and frowns of time; not puffed up in prosperity,
nor
shaken in
adversity; always
holding the golden mean.
In him at once did three great worthies shine,
Historian, poet, and a choice divine:
Then let him rest in
undisturbed dust,
Until the resurrection of the just.
POSTSCRIPT
IN this his
pilgrimage, God
blessed him with four children, one of
which, named MARY, was blind, and died some years before; his other
children were THOMAS, JOSEPH, and SARAH; his wife ELIZABETH having
lived to see him
overcome his labour and sorrow, and pass from this
life to receive the
reward of his work, long survived him not; but
in 1692 she died, to follow her
faithfulpilgrim from this world to
the other, whither he was gone before her;
whilst his works, which
consist of sixty books, remain for the edifying of the reader, and
praise of the author.
End