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An elegiack essay humbly offered to the pious memory of Mr. Matthew Mead minister of the gospel of Stepney, who departed this life Octob. 16. 1699 by M.B.
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M. B. (M. Browne)
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AN ELEGIACK ESSAY Humbly Offered to the Pious Memory OF The Late Reverend and Learned Mr. MATTHEW MEAD Minister of the GOSPEL at Stepney Who departed this Life Octob. 16. 1699. By M. B. Philo-Musus Dignum Laude Virum Musa vetat Mori Horat. Prov. X. 7. The Memory of the Just is Blessed LONDON Printed for Iohn Marshall and Sold by him at the Bible in Grace-Church-Street 1699. Where you may be supplied with Mr. Mead 's and Dr. Owen 's Effigies as also most of their Works with most sorts of Books to Learn Short-Hand To the Church of CHRIST Meeting at Stepney over whom the late Reverend Mr. MATTHEW MEAD was Pastor Christian Salutations Honoured and Beloved TO whom more Aptly can I address my self than You since that which affords the Subject Matter of the ensuing Essay was once your Esteem and Delight the very mention of whose Name in the Hearts of all truly Gracious at once commands both Love and Reverence Therefore not to revive the thoughts of your Loss and with it renew your grief in the Death of that late Eminent Star of Virtue Mr. Matthew Mead is this Poem to your view and Patronage but to Testifie the unworthy Author's Veneration to the Ashes of so Great and Good a Man The Theme indeed deserves a far better and more skilful Hand for I may justly complain with the Poet My Oaten Reed no Lofty Notes can Raise And Lofty Notes alone can reach his Praise Yet tho' I 'm short in Pow'r accept my Will And let my Love atone my want of Skill I could indeed have wish'd that some more Inspired Pen had Sung his Obsequies but waiting long and finding none enter the Lists in so Eminent an Emergency I have adventured forth For why should Worthy Mead steal silently to his Grave Tho' my Notions may be high yet the Work must needs be rough and unpolished since performed by so mean a Hand and especially considering the mournful Occasion for is it possible that Tears should distil in Exact Numbers But I shall not apologize any further or to insinuate my self into any of your Favour or good Opinion either of my self or Performances as too many do expose any of your Names or your Virtues the latter of which is and I pray God it may be more conspicuous to all that are so Happy as to be acquainted with you If this Adventure of mine meets with your Candid Acceptance and Favourable Construction it will compensate my Pains and animate me to be For ever Yours in Ours M. BROWNE AN ELEGIACK ESSAY Humbly offered to the Pious Memory Of the Late Reverend and Learned Mr. MATTHEW MEAD Minister of the GOSPEL at Stepney BRight Sol retiring to the Western Deep Dull Night's Approach confirm'd a solid Sleep And the Chill Horrors of the Gloomy Night VVhose pow'rful Shades had chas'd the chearing Light VVith Sable Attoms fill'd the low'ring Air Invading all our dusky Hemisphere VVhilst deepest Silence weary Eyes did close Tempting frail Mortals to a soft Repose All things lay in a perfect Letbargy Thick Darkness had o'erspread the Azure Sky All did enjoy a Peace but my poor Mind O'ercharg'd with Grief no Rest or Peace could find Such weights of VVoe my thinking Soul opprest That tore my Soul and griev'd my tender Breast All wrapp'd in Melancholy Thought I lay VVish'd 't would be ever dark or soon be day Means I essay'd to ease me of my Grief But all in vain I still found no Relief ' Til kinder Tears at last my Silence broke And Rouz'd my Muse which to this Purpose spoke MEAD's gone from Earth O wretched Men 't is so He 's gone where soon or late we all must go Gone ever whom we ever shall deplore For ever gone whom we did all adore MEAD dearest MEAD alas is now no more Long since I heard the News yet scarce wou'd give It Credence but believ'd great MEAD did live And until now cou'd not consent to grieve But t'other Day walking a silent Grove I found a sweet Recess a dark Alcove Seem'd made by Nature fit to Contemplate The Turns and Destinies of * Divine Providence Rigid Fate VVhere on my Hand my Head supinely laid Methought I heard a Mournful Accent spread Which Eccho-like in murm'ring Whispers said Drop drop a Tear for MEAD Great MEAD is Dead Worth is withdrawn and Piety's remov'd For MEAD is gone so much Rever'd and Lov'd Amaz'd I stood yet heard a Voice reply His Fame's Immortal and shall never dye But like his Soul live to Eternity Then dry thy Tears and his Just Praise pursue So Great a Preacher Worthy Patriot too And now assist me O thou Heavenly Muse VVhose bright Idea's nobler Minds Transfuse VVith Sacred Raptures help me for to tell His Life and Death whose Name 's a Miracle Thou touch'dst the Princely Prophet's mournful Lyre VVhen he bewail'd lov'd Jonathan's Expire May such sweet Raptures my chill Breast Inspire And may l feel the like Poetic Fire That I in softest Numbers may relate Our Loss our Jonathan's too early Fate VVho liv'd the Glory of our Israel ' Til as a Victim unto Death he fell O thou my Father I 'm distress'd for thee For very pleasant wert thou unto me Belov'd in Life desired too at Death Which unto me prov'd sad expiring Breath And as to Souls thou greatest Love didst bear My Love to thee I never can declare This aggravates my Grief to think that I Shall here no more enjoy thy Company ' No more shall I behold that Chearful Face Nor view again that Majesty and Grace ' No more the Charming Prophet's Voice attend ' And Prayers to Heav'n no more together send ' No more shall he sad Hearts with Joy inspire ' Nor kindle Frozen Souls with Heav'nly Fire ' No more shall he with Pious Zeal possest Conduct the Saints to Everlasting Rest No more pronounce the Bless'd and Awful Word ' Nor brandish up aloft the Flaming Sword ' The Sword of God Nor tell the Joys above Nor chant those Wonders of that World of Love ' No more shall others Sorrows break his Rest ' No more shall help the Injur'd and Opprest No more shall we in Ordinances walk ' No more of high Coelestial Wonders talk No no he 's gone from us Heav'n caught him hence His Soul being fully ripe for Recompence Yet Characters of Worthies like the Sun Reflect a Lustre tho' themselves are gone And do Immortal Names to them create For us to Honour and to Imitate From whose bless'd Dust arise those Rich Perfumes That Rival and Excel Arabian Gums Thus MEAD Great MEAD that Holy Rever'nd Bard Has left a Glorious Name Speak else who heard Our Great Apollo to the Willing crowd The Wonders of Free-Grace proclaim aloud How Holy and Sublime his Eloquence When he those Sacred Pandects did dispence Methinks I see him still those Smiles that Grace That always sat so Regient in his Face That winning taking Mean which oft did dart Light Life and Bliss
into the Hearer's Heart And Wonders of Stupendious Grace and Love As if some Charming Angel from above Had touch'd his Tongue with Coals of Sacred Fire Or as descended from th' Aetherial Quire How Souls have melted whilst he did proclaim The matchless Wonders of Jehovah's Name And whilst with Charmer's Voice he did dispence The Sacred Drops of Heav'nly Eloquence He fed the Soul whilst others please the Mind And scarce has left an equal Bard behind The Masculine and Nervous Strain from whence Sprang such bright Oracles of greatest Sence Those Flights of Wit refin'd from Folly free No fancy-pleasing-Arts were found in thee So Grave yet Pleasant was thy Copious Stile As sweetly did thy Hearer's Hours beguile So Great the Sence and so Divinely sung That all attended to thy Charming Tongue As if Suadela's Graces on it hung So Seven Nations Homer's Birth contend Such Force his Eloquence so Great his End Thus Passions strives in every Pious Breast Which shall Bewail him most and Love him best Crowds call him FATHER and in Raptures tell How by his Bow they willing Victims fell And how thro' Grace he sav'd their Souls from Hell And every Gracious Soul doth Emulate Who shall most Love who best shall Imitate O BVKEN thou may'st boast since from thee came A Prophet thus enroll'd by lasting Fame Since from thy Soil such Goodness did Descend Such Worth such Grace by better Powers design'd To Rival all the rest of Humane Kind Such Worth ne'er Poet sung or Scribe e'er penn'd His Harvest has been large his Season long And long he charm'd us with his Heav'nly Song Began in Youth and carry'd on by Grace Thro' Manhood till old Age succeeds the Place Grace planted in his Soul hath sweetly throve Being daily water'd by the Spirit of Love 'Till now made perfect with just Men above And overthrown that damn'd old Proverb He That 's a young Saint may an old Devil be No Grace will Triumph over Sin and Hell For all 's laid up in Christ it there doth dwell And from this Head of Influence is given Life Love and Grace on Earth and Joy in Heav'n If Christ can fail then may we go astray But while Christ stands we CANNOT fall away But if we slip as we too often find Eternal Arms still stays us up behind And the Eternal Covenant secures The Souls of the Elect while Time endures And when they 've run their Race doth safely Land Their longing Souls upon their wish'd-for Strand Where bath'd in Bliss eternally they sing To Christ their Head their Prophet Priest and King Thus MEAD dear MEAD The Mention of whose Name Creates within my Heart a Sacred Flame Arriv'd at Glory thro' this Living Way Ent'red the Holiest where Eternal Day With Love and Praise his Ravish'd Soul imploy Nor shall Sin Death or Sorrow more annoy Or fix a Period to Eternal Joy Faith 's turn'd to Vision Hope Fruition tasts And Pray'r is turn'd to Praise that always lasts Love's now Refin'd Vnmix'd from Sexes free And knows no Object but th' ETERNAL THREE O bless'd Estate of Souls What 's Heav'n above Nothing but the EPITOME OF LOVE He had these Blessed Mansions in his View His Faith was constant firm final and true This made Him long till welcome Death should send His longing Soul to her beloved Friend So bow'd his Head as blessed Jacob did Or his dear Lord when on the Cross he bled And gently sigh'd saying Dear Jesus come So goes from hence to His Eternal Home It pass'd the Shades of Death and made its Way Into the Mansions of Eternal Day Saluted as she pass'd by blessed Throngs Of Seraphims with their Coelestial Songs Who clapp'd their Wings and welcom'd him aloud Into th' Aetherial Courts the Sacred Crowd For ever to Contemplate his God An Acrostick Epitaph Mow'd down by God's most strict Command here lies A Fragrant Flow'r who fell Death's Sacrifice The other Day in beautious Order stood This Flow'r for Scent and Shew exceeding good High in its Stature Excellent in Form Enrich'd with Sweets God's Garden did adorn Was by the Crowd ador'd as Rising Morn Mov'd now the Jewel 's gone here only lies Entomb'd the Cabinet which shall arise And Clad with Light the Jewel shall incase Dwell both in endless Bliss and see God Face to Face FINIS BOOKS Newly Printed and Sold by John Marshall at the Bible in Grace Church Street THE Government of the Thoughts A Prefatory Discourse to the Government of the Tongue by the Author of The Whole Duty of Man The Second Edition A History of the Union between the Presbyterians and Congregational Ministers in and about London with the Causes of the Breach Price 6 d. A Sermon on Occasion of the Death of the Reverend and Learned Mr. Stephen Lobb who died June the 3d. 1699. The Second Edition With an Epistle to Mr. Theophilus Lobb the young Student Price 6 d. By Thomas Goodwin Truth Unvailed by Scripture Light In three Parts VVritten for the sake of those that desire to behold it in his native Beauty To which is added an Appendix which the Author desires to leave as a Legacy to his Children A Short Survey of the Kingdom of Christ on Earth with his Saints VVherein 1. The New Heaven and the New Earth 2. The Appearing and Second Coming of Christ 3. The Restoration of all Things 4. The Day of Judgment 5. The Place of Punishment of the wicked Angels and Men. 6. Christ giving up the Kingdom to the Father are briefly handled for the Benefit of all that have not time to read larger Volumes To which is annexed a short Scheme of Exposition on the 12th Chapter of the Revelations Temple Songs or Hymns Composed to be sung at the Celebration of the Lord's Supper every Hymn fitted to two Tunes for one time the whole in every Line is to be said and sung for the other you must leave out two Syllables in every second Line that are printed in Black with most sorts of Hymns and Spiritual Songs and Psalms Price 6 d.