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A48732	A sermon at the funeral of the Right Honourable the Lady Jane eldest daughter to His Grace, William, Duke of Newcastle, and wife to the Honourable Charles Cheyne, Esq, at Chelsey, Novemb. I, being All-Saints day by Adam Littleton ...	Littleton, Adam, 1627-1694.; Person of quality and neighbor in Chelsey.	1669 (1669)	Wing L2568; ESTC R21390	19,451	62

Father of the Faithful hath his Bosom thus daily Inlarg'd for New Comers Whether the Heirs of the Kingdom are at their first Admission Instated into a full Possession of all their Glory and kept to that Stint I think may be a Doubt For if the Faculty be perfected by the Object about which 't is Conversant then the Faculties of those Blessed Ones being continually Imploy'd upon an Infinite Object must needs be Infinitely Perficible and Capable still of being more and more Inlarg'd and consequently of receiving still new and further Additions of Glory Nor only so This is in Heaven but even the Influence of that Example they leave behind them on Earth drawing still more and more Souls after them to God will also add to those Improvements to the End of the World and bring in a Revenue of Accessory Ioys And would it not be Unjust in us then to deny them those Glorious Advantages which our Commemoration and Imitation may and ought to give them 2. In a due Acknowledgment of Gods Gifts and Graces The Praise of his Servants redounds to his Glory as Water rises to the same height it had in its Well-spring The Father of Lights gives order that Our Light which he communicates to us may so shine that men may see our good Works and Glorifie Him nor has he only annexed to our Temporal Services an Eternal weight of Glory hereafter but even here in this World is content we should go Shares with him and be made Partakers of that Glory we bring into his Infinite Stock The Servant was justly condemn'd that put his Master's Talent in a Napkin and buried it under ground nor would our Ingratitude be less Inexcusable should we in silence bury those Gifts he has bestowed upon any his Eminent Servants that have by his Grace well Imploy'd them and wrap up the Memories of his Saints in the same Shrowd with their Bodies Lastly For the Benefit of the Living and that two Ways for their Instruction and for their Comfort For the Instruction of all that are to come After 't is fit the lives of those that have gone Before should be Remembred 'T is not enough to have a Map of the Country we are Travelling to unless we have experience'd Guids whose Conduct and Directions we may safely follow Our way to Heaven does not lye so ready and plain that we cannot Miss it and here 't is dangerous to trust to our own Judgment and which was one kind of ancient Superstition to resolve our selves as our Staff falls but our surest Course will be to observe the Track of others Footsteps and walk in their Faith and go on in the beaten Road of Holy Examples for fear of being either led aside into the untrodden By-paths of Schism and Separation or carried along in the broad High-way of Prophaneness with the mistaking Multitude As in a Voyage by Sea the skilful Pilot though he consult his Card and steer by his Compass yet he neglects not the Discoveries other Navigators have made that have sayl'd those Seas and given notice of Rocks and Shelves and describ'd the Coastings and Rhumbs of the whole Course Example gives life to a Rule makes it Intelligible and Practicable God's bare Commanding us to do any thing is a sufficient Obligation to Obedience but when by Others he shews us How 't is to be done this as it renders it more Easie to Obey so it puts our Disobedience past all Excuse For the Comfort of Survivers that stay behind the Vertues and Praises of their Deceased friends are to be Recounted that they may not Mourn and hang down the Head with Despondence as having no Hope It was the Custom of some Barbarous Nations upon the very consideration of the Troubles of this Life from which Death sets us Free to attend their Dead with solemn Shouts and Expressions of Joy but We who have better Assurances when any of our Relations are delivered from the Sins and Miseries of a Wicked and Wretched World have much greater reason to Rejoyce in their behalf if by the Testimony of a good Life they have confirm'd those blessed Expectations Upon which the Hinge of all Religion turns For in that we Grieve 't is for our Own sakes not for Theirs 'T is Our loss we Lament They are infinitely Advantaged by the Change Why then should we repine at their Advancement with them back to their Hurt and be discontented for the want of their Company who as St. Paul says in another case are therefore Departed for a season that we may Receive them for ever if We by following their good Example be found worthy to be Admitted to Them If it be a Kindness to Them that our Hearts are touch'd with we should rather according to the Apostle's Rule Rejoyce with them that Rejoyce and not Weep over them since all Tears are now wiped away from their Eyes 'T is usual in great transports of Joy for Tears to burst out and such should be our Tears over Those that by Living well Learnt and Practis'd to Dye Well to flow from Joy as well as Sorrow and our Ioy that they are in Heaven should far exceed the Grief we show for their leaving Earth I have read of Parents that when their Sons have return'd Conquerers from the Olympick Games could not master their Resentments but have dyed with excessive Joy Now in a Christian sense to have fought a good Fight and with a Victorious Faith to overcome the World how much more considerable a Conquest is it and how does it deserve our most concern'd Joys That in any Friend's case that Dyes thus it would become us to say what S. Thomas did when word was brought of Lazarus his death Come let us go and Dye with him It was Kindly said and perhaps not Fondly neither For certainly the most exquisite Felicities of Life are not Comparable to the Advantage of a Holy Death Let us then upon such Occasions as we use when any Friend alters his Condition to the Better to Wish him Ioy Gratulate those that Dye thus in the Lord not consider what We have Lost but what they have Gain'd and joyn with Them in singing Hallelujahs Praising them and Praising God for them and Praising God with them Praise is a Chearful Exercise wherefore let me Entreat that those Noble Friends and Relations who have any Share in this day's Loss whilst I practically Apply to the Duty of the Text in Praising this Honourable Vertuous Woman before us would lay aside their own Concerns and be Comforted as they do mean heartily to Joyn with me in the Acknowledgment of her Praises I would not detain you long I need not All that has been or may be said of the Vertuous Woman belongs to Her To say all that might be said would not be the Business of an Hour but of Days and Weeks The bare Relation of her Life would make the best Panegyrick I shall gather it up as close as I can

to enter into the Ioy of her Saviour having left Grief behind Her Whom in the Whole as to all Relations as Her Noble Father in Whose Affections if Any had a greater share then Other it was She in a Letter of His since her Sickness Stiles Her the Best of Daughters so Her Husband praises Her for the Best of Wives Her Children rise up and call the Best of Mothers Her Servants for whose Encouragement and Reward she took care to the Last own as the Best of Mistresses Her Allies lookt upon as the Best of Friends Those that had the Honour to know Her the Best of Acquaintances and Those that liv'd near Her the Best of Neighbours May We All that knew Her keep her Vertues alive in our Memory and in our Imitation May her Worthy and Afflicted Husband as he does praise Her and with a chearful gratitude mitigate his Sorrow and comfort himself with the expectation of a Happy Meeting when Her own Works shall Praise her in the Gates of Heaven May her Children those Three Noble Plants She hath left behind Her as the dear Pledges of her Memory rise up and grow up in her Example and call her Blessed And may the Echo of her Praises tend to the setting forth of the Praise of God the Father of Spirits and the Father of Lights from whom cometh every good and perfect Gift To whom the Immortal and Ever-blessed Three Persons and One God We together with the whole Company of All his Saints ascribe as is most due all Honour Praise and Glory Now and for Ever Amen FINIS AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH of the THRICE NOBLE And VERTUOUS LADY THE Lady IANE CHEYNE Eldest DAUGHTER to WILLIAM DUKE of NEWCASTLE By a Person of Quality and Neighbour in Chelsey An Elegy on the Death of the Thrice Noble and Vertuous Lady the Lady Jane Cheyne Eldest Daughter to William Duke of Newcastle DIsmal the darkness fearful was the Night All thoughts were banish'd bord'ring on delight Nature wore Blacks and the Worlds beauteous Eye Fled far from the approaching Tragedy My doubtful Muse lay trembling when the Knell More doleful from the midnight passing Bell Subtracting hopes addition gave to Woe Now ripe in Numbers and in Tears to flow Ye Chelsey Fields no more your pleasures boast Your greatest Pride is with your Lady lost No more cry up your sweet and healthy Air Now only fit for such as breath despair Of your delightful River brag no more Briny its Waves and Fatal is its Shore Not all its Sands can count the Tears we spilt Not all its Stream can wash away this guilt Farewel Dear Lady now a blessed Saint Did not Religion on us lay restraint Our Vows and Prayers soon would turned be From Praying for to Praying unto Thee But these as fruitless are as those are vain Thou feelest none nor pitiest our pain Our Eyes will better shew the Love we bore Where to lament's more fit then to implore And sorrow sure our loss will most become Like losing Gamesters when we count the sum Her Noble Birth she from Newcastle took High in Bridgwater and in Bullingbrook But she not half so Great as she was Good Ow'd her least Praise to her Illustrous blood By her intrinsick Worth her Titles rise More splendid from her Vertues then Allies And she more Honour gave unto their Fames Then she derived from their mighty Names Yet not pufft up with Honours Timpany Like Stars she less appear'd for being High And like them too she freely did dispence On all beneath her gentle Influence So sweetly condescending as if she Less then our selves had own'd a Dignity Her Goodness did our Modesty besiege She never knew where she did not oblige Hence at her Ills so common was our grief Nothing but hers could perfect our relief Tears drown'd our Joy Joy did from Tears release As her Distempers did arise or cease And at her Death an Universal groan Was heard as if her Fate had been our own Since then she 's gone Oh! that I could inherit One portion of her great Poetick Spirit Like him who caught Elijah's Mantle I Of Her and Heaven soon would Prophecy My Muse should learn to bear a noble Part And boundless Grief make regular by Art An Art she knew and practised so well Her Modesty alone could it excell Which by concealing doubles her Esteem 'T is hard to understand and not to seem Wandring abroad small Poets does become Great Wits like Princes best are seen at home And yet her Name might Patronize a Muse Defying strictest Censure to accuse For whatsoe'er her Fancies stamp did own Was Sterling Coin to be refus'd by none Without allay and as her self refin'd High as her Birth yet gentle as her mind Where Female sweetness manly strength did meet At once like Samsons riddle strong and sweet If such her Art her Nature was the same As this her Wit so that adorn'd her Frame Mov'd by a Soul so Pious that might be Well term'd a Beam of the Divinity Which in her Life and Actions shone so bright That We i'ts Heat perceiv'd as well as Light Her thousand Graces with a mingled Ray Made her Lifes Path seem one pure milky Way Whilst others Splendors only shew their Blots As the Moons Light discovers her own Spots Her Passions all to Reason gave the sway As she unto her Husband did obey From just Complyance neither did desist 'Cause neither were accustom'd to resist Each kept within it's proper bounds and range Serving to vary her but ne're to change Her Humor still in Complaisance did ' bide Ne're ebb'd to Sullenness nor swell'd to Pride In her a Multiply'd Example's gone And many Noble Patterns lost in One None more Devout none was more Chast of Life None better Mother none more loving Wife Three Blessings Copies of her self she brought Yet was her self the greatest Blessing thought Worthy by none but him to be possest Who best deserv'd her 'cause he lov'd her best Such his affection as in Truth extends Beyond th' Examples of the loving Friends Her griefs he griev'd and all her Pains he felt As if one Soul within two Bodies dwelt And she from that did part I 'm bold to say With less regret then He from her away With hers He would have given up his Breath And Love preserv'd untoucht by mighty Death But that to dare to suffer life might prove More kindness to the Pledges of her Love Pardon Dear Saint my Muses wandring fire Silence is heard where'ts easie to admire The praise that him I give praise justly due I 'm sure you will not think detain'd from you 'T is equal to rejoyn whom cruel Fate So hardly did attempt to separate As you to dye his glory were content So may he live your noblest Monument FINIS