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TO THE FRIENDLY READER S. D. FRANCIS MERCURIUS Van HELMONT, A Phi∣losopher, by that ONE in whom are all things; A Wandring HERMITE.
I Had at sometime concluded, by reason of many wan∣dring thoughts, that it would be hardly obtained of me to Write any thing to be published for the use of my Neighbour, in this present Age; seeing that I have hated feigned, varie-form, vain, and deceitful words, which the Men of the World do thirst after. But now I being constrained by the Reasons and Letters of many mo∣derate wise Men, out of divers Kingdoms and States here and there, who perswaded me that I was devout∣ly engaged by the pledge of Health, to commit all the Writings of my deceas∣ed Father unto the Press; and to annex thereunto, when, and after what man∣ner he closed his Day: Also in what State or Condition he left the aforesaid Writings: And moreover, to supply those things which were lacking, for the vindicating the Life of Man-kind, from many Errors, Torments, and Destructi∣on. It is [That] which hath extorted from me, to leave all other things, and thorowly to review the aforesaid Writings; which being finished, I gave up my self to hearken to their Calls: I suspended my former purpose, discoursing in plain and most simple Words, the following Narrative, in my Mother Tongue, according to the tenour of the fore-going Dedication of my Father, the which I also imitate, by following him in the very same intent thereof.
The Death of my Father, happened on the Thirtieth Day of the Tenth Month, December, of the Year one thousand six hundred forty four, at the sixth hour in the Evening, when as he had as yet, a full use of Reason, and had first required and obtained all his sacred Solemnities and Rights. His Life it self was his Disease, which remained with him seven Weeks, beginning with him after this manner: He at sometime returned home in hast, on foot, at Noon, in a cold and stinking Mist, which was a cause unto him, that when he endea∣voured to write a small Epistle of about fifteen lines, or did indulge himself with too large a discourse, his breathing so failed him, that he was constrained to rise