to stop him in his course. And I know not by what reason, they so called them my friends (said Borthwick, a Scotch Mar∣tyr) that so greatly laboured to convert (indeed to pervert me:) neither will I more esteem them then the Midianites, which in times past called the children of Israel to do sacrifice to their Idols.
He that loveth son or daughter, &c.]
As did Eli, who honour∣ed his sons above God. This the Lord took so hainously, that he swore that this iniquity of Elies house should not be purged with sacrifice nor 〈◊〉〈◊〉 for ever. 〈◊〉〈◊〉, who brought the old Priest this 〈◊〉〈◊〉 tidings, was afterwards unhappy enough in his two sons; and succeeded Eli in his crosse, as well as his place. It can hardly be imagined, that he succeeded him in his sin, after so fair a warning. But good David was surely too fond a father, and therefore smarted in his children, whom he cockered. God will have us to hold him to be better to us then ten sons: and to bestow all our love upon him, as most worthy. What he gives us back again, we may bestow upon others; loving our friends in God, and our enemies for God. But the love of Christ must con∣strain us to part with all, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 never 〈◊〉〈◊〉 dear and near unto us, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 his sake. M. Bradford, whiles 〈◊〉〈◊〉 was a prisoner, wrote ear∣nestly to his mother to pray God to make him worthy to suffer, not only imprisonment, but even very death for his truth, religion and Gospel. Femella 〈◊〉〈◊〉, a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 godly woman, un∣derstanding that her son went heavily on to his death for Christ, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 him, and encouraged him, bidding him look up to heaven, and behold the Sun in his glory. Which when he 〈◊〉〈◊〉 done, Knowest thou not, my son, said she, that thou shalt shortly be in that heavenly 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and there out-shine the Sun it self? 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Hunter, the Martyrs mother, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 unto him, standing at the stake, That she was glad that ever she was so happy, as to bear such a childe, as could finde in his heart to lose his life for Christs Name sake. Then 〈◊〉〈◊〉 said to his mother, For my little pain which I shall 〈◊〉〈◊〉, which is but for a short braid, Christ hath 〈◊〉〈◊〉 me a crown of joy: May not you be glad of that, mo∣ther? With that his mother kneeled down on her knees, saying, I pray God strengthen thee, my son, to the end: Yea, I think thee as well bestowed, as any childe that ever I bare. John Clark of 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in France, being, for Christs sake, whipped three se∣verall daies, and afterward having a mark set in his fore-head,