Part 18 (1/2)

And now God calls I willing Die, My Shuttle's shot, my Race is run, My Sun is set, my Day is done

My span is rown old

My Dream is vanish'd, Shadows fled, My Soul with Christ, my Body Dead, Farewel dear Wife, Children and Friends, Hate Heresie, ood Men; So shall we live with Joy agen

Let men of God in Courts and Churches watch, O're such as do a Toleration hatch, Lest that ill Egg bring forth a cockatrice To poison all with Heresie and Vice

If Men be left and otherwise Combine, My epitaph's I DY'D NO LIBERTINE

To the old Puritan, scowling to the last at any shade of difference froly have been a martyr, a ”Libertine” included all blasphemous doubters and defiers of current beliefs--Quakers, Antinomians and other pestilent people who had already set the Colony by the ears and were soon to accomplish much more in this direction The verses were at once creed and protest, and are a fair epitome of the Puritan mind in 1650 Other rhy opinions He had survived the anagra sent to him by an unknown hand in 1645, which still stands on the files of the first Church in Roxbury, and which may have been written by one of his opponents in the General Court

THOMAS DUDLEY

Ah! old must dye, A death's head on your hand you need not weare; A dying head you on your shoulders bear; You need not one to mind you youbefore you turn to dust

Before you turn to dust! ah!men doe, when old in dust do lye?

When old in dust lye, what New England doe?

When old in dust do lye it's best dye too

Death condoned these offences, and left only the memory of his impartial justice and his deep and earnest piety, and Morton wrote of hi even of his enemies: ”His love to justice appeared at all tieement, and in his own particular transactions with all men, he was exact and exeood laws and faithfully executing them upon criion He had a piercing judgeh clothed with a sheepskin His love to the people was evident, in serving them in a public capacityfather to the churches of Christ He loved the true Christian religion, and the pure worshi+p of God, and cherished as in his bosom, all Godly ministers and Christians He was exact in the practice of piety, in his person and family, all his life In a word he lived desired, and died lae than the majority of his fellow- colonists would have been inclined to use, his differences with Governor Winthrop having embittered entleness went far toward quieting the feeling against him, which seems to have taken deep root in Dudley's breast, but the jealousy of his authority, and questioning of his judgeht about many uncomfortable complications All the towns about Boston had been ordered to send their quota to aid in finishi+ng the fort built in 1633, but Governor Dudley would not allow any party froive the reason for such course to Governor Winthrop There was cause, for Saleus had failed to pay their share of money, and Dudley's sense of justice would not allow his constituents to do their share till all had paid the amount levied Remonstrated with, he wrote ato act till the reluctant Saleht to Winthrop by Mr Hooker, he returned to hiiven in his oords The record stands in his journal given in the third person, and as iovernour told theave the letter to Mr

Hooker with this speech: I a to keep such an occasion of provocation by me And soon after he wrote to the deputy (who had before desired to buy a fat hog or two of hi somewhat short of provisions) to desire him to send for one, (which he would have sent him, if he had knohen his occasion had been to have ood will; and lest he should make any scruple of it, he made Mr

Haynes and Mr Hooker, (who both sojurned in his house) partakers with hi yourself hath overcome me Mr Haynes, Mr Hooker, and ood will, but we desire, without offence, to refuse your offer, and that I ly concluded”

There was no word, however, of yielding the disputed point, which was settled for hi two days after, ordered, that Nen should do their work as others had done, and then Salehteen pence a man”

The records of that time hold instance after instance of the old entle and most patient consideration To Anne, however, who came in contact only with his milder side, it was an irreparable loss, and she never spoke of hiy on his death, though conventional as the ti full of the sorrow time soothed but never destroyed

_To the Memory of my dear and ever honoured Father,_ _Thomas Dudley Esq_

_Who deceased July 31, 1653, and of his Age, 77_

By duty bound, and not by custome led To celebrate the praises of the dead, Myverse Presents my Lamentations at his Herse, Who was ht whatever I could doe: Nor is't Relation near my hand shall tye; For who more cause to boast his worth than I?

Who heard or saw, observed or knew hireater debtor?

Let malice bite, and envy knaw its fill, He was my Father, and Ile praise him still

Nor was his naht soht make him falsly seen Such as in life, no man could justly deem

Well known and lov'd where ere he liv'd, by n coast, These to the world his merits could make known, So needs no Testimonial from his own; But now or never I must pay my Sum; While others tell his worth, Ile not be duland know, Who staid thy feeble sides when thou wast low, Who spent his state, his strength & years with care That After-coht have a share, True Patriot of this little Coht, but for thy zeal?

Truths friend thou wert, to errors still a foe, Which caus'd Apostates to ion e're shall shi+ne, My Fathers God, be God of me and riave no harbour in his heart, Nor honours pufft him up, when he had part; Those titles loathed, which some do too much love For truly his ambition lay above

His huacy; And oft and oft, with speeches e, that Jewel rich to prize

No ostentation seen in all his wayes, As in the mean ones of our foolish dayes

Which all they have, and 'd by what they shew

His thoughts were more sublime, his actions wise, Such vanityes he justly did despise

Nor wonder 'twas, low things n'er much did h'd and pray'd & long'd full sore He ht be cloath'd upon, for ever chear, He did exult his end was drawing near, Now fully ripe, as shock of wheat that's grown, Death as a Sickle hath hih, Where storht can damnifie

His Generation serv'd, his labours cease; And to his Fathers gathered is in peace