EVERY Affliction hath in its Degree this kind of Tendency, and 'tis the very Reason for which _we are_ thus _chastened_, that we may _profit_ by our Sorrows, and be made _Partakers of God's Holiness_[b]. But this Dispensation is peculiarly adapted, in a very affecting Manner,--to teach us the Vanity of the World,--to warn us of the Approach of our own Death,--to quicken us in the Duties incumbent upon us, especially to our surviving Children,--and to produce a more intire Resignation to the Divine Will, which is indeed the surest Foundation of Quiet, and Source of Happiness. I SHALL insist a little more particularly on each of these; and I desire that it may be remembered, that the Sight and Knowledge of such mournful Providences as are now before us, should, in some Degree, be improved to these Purposes, even by those Parents whose Families are most prosperous and joyful: May they learn Wisdom and Piety from what _we_ suffer, and their Improvements shall be acknowledged as an additional Reason for _us_ to say, _It is well._ 1. WHEN GOD takes away our Children from us, it is a very affecting Lesson of the Vanity of the World. THERE is hardly a Child born into it, on whom the Parents do not look with some pleasing Expectation that it shall _comfort them concerning their Labour_[c]. This makes the Toil of Education easy and delightful: And truly 'tis very early that we begin to find a Sweetness in it, which abundantly repays all the Fatigue. Five, or four, or three, or two Years, make Discoveries which afford immediate Pleasure, and which suggest future Hopes. Their Words, their Actions, their very Looks touch us, if they be amiable and promising Children, in a tender, but very powerful Manner; their little Arms twine about our Hearts; and there is something more penetrating in their first broken Accents of Indearment, than in all the Pomp and Ornament of Words. Every Infant-Year increases the Pleasure, and nourishes the Hope. And where is the Parent so wise and so cautious, and so constantly intent on his Journey to Heaven, as not to measure back a few Steps to Earth again, on such a plausible and decent Occasion, as that of introducing the young Stranger into the Amusements, nay perhaps, where Circumstances will admit it, into the Elegancies of Life, as well as its more serious and important Business? What fond Calculations do we form of what it _will be_, from what _it is_! How do we in Thought open every Blossom of Sprightliness, or Humanity, or Piety, to its full Spread, and ripen it to a sudden Maturity! But, oh, who shall teach those that have never felt it, how it tears the very Soul; when GOD roots up the tender Plant with an inexorable Hand, and withers the Bud in which the Colours were beginning to glow! Where is now our Delight? Where is our Hope? Is it in the Coffin? Is it in the Grave? Alas! all the Loveliness of Person, of Genius, and of Temper, serves but to point and to poison the Arrow, which is drawn out of our