WIthin these few years there died in the _Southern Parts_ a Christian _Indian_, who notwithstanding some of his _Indian_ Weakness, had something of a better Character of vertue and Goodness, than many of our People can allow to most of their Country-men, that profess the _Christian Religion_.[20] He had been a Zealous Preacher of the Gospel to his Neighbourhood, and a sort of _Overseer_, or _Officer_, to whose Conduct was owing very much of what good order was maintained among those Proselited _Savages_. This Man returning home from the Funeral of his Son, was complemented by an _Englishman_, expressing _Sorrow for his Loss_; now, tho' the _Indians_ use upon the Death of Relations, to be the most Passionate and Outragious Creatures in the World, yet this Converted _Indian_ Handsomly and Chearfully replid, _Truly I am sorry, and I am not sorry; I am sorry that I have Buried a dear Son; but I am not sorry that the will of God is done. I know that without the will of God my son could not have died, and I know that the will_ [2] _of God is always just and good, and so I am satisfied._ Immediately upon this, even within a few hours, he fell himself Sick of a Disease that quickly kill'd him; in the time of which Disease he called his Folks about him, earnestly perswading them to be Sincere in their _Praying unto God_, and beware of the _Drunkenness_, the _Idleness_, the _Lying_, whereby so many of that Nation disgrac'd their Profession of Christianity; adding, that he was ashamed, when he thought how little Service he had hitherto done for God; and that if God would prolong his Life he would Labour to do better Service, but that he was fully sure he was now going to the Lord _Jesus Christ_, who had bought him with his own Precious _Blood_; and for his part, he long'd to Die that he might be with his Glorious Lord; and in the mid'st of such passages he gave up the Ghost, but in such repute, that the _English_ People of good Fashion did not think much of Travelling a great way to his _Interment_. Lest my Reader do now wonder why I have related this piece of a Story, I will now hasten to abate that Wonder, by telling that whereto this was intended, but for an _Introduction_: know then, that this remarkable _Indian_ being a little before he Died at work in the Wood making of Tarr, there appeared unto him a _Black Man_, of a Terrible aspect, and more than humane Dimensions, threatning bittterly to kill him if he would not promise to leave off _Preaching_ as he did to his Countrey-Men, and promise particularly, _that if he preached any more, he would say nothing of Jesus Christ unto them?_ The _Indian_ amaz'd, yet had the courage to answer, _I will in spite of you go on to preach_ Christ _more than ever I did, and the God whom I serve will keep me that you shall never hurt me._ Hereupon the Apparition abating somewhat of his fierceness, offered to the _Indian_ a _Book_ of a considerable thickness and a _Pen and Ink_, and said, that if he would