Londons vacation, and the countries tearme. Or, A lamentable relation of severall remarkable passages which it hath pleased the Lord to shew on severall persons both in London, and the country in this present visitation, 1636. with the number of those thay dyed at London and Newcastle, this present yeare. With new additions. By H.C. Londons vacation, and the countries tearme. Crouch, Humphrey, fl. 1635-1671. 1637 Approx. 28 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 13 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-11 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A17453 STC 4274 ESTC S117070 99852285 99852285 17601 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Plague -- England -- Early works to 1800. 2003-06 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-06 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-08 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2003-08 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-10 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Londons Vacation , And The Countries Tearme . OR , A lamentable relation of severall remarkable passages which it hath pleased the Lord to shew on severall persons , both in London , and the Country in this present Visitation , 1636. with the number of those that dyed at London and Newcastle , this present yeare . With new Additions . By H. C. Lord Iesus receive my soule . LONDON , Printed for Richard Harper , and are to be sold at his shop in Smithfield , at the Hospitall Gate . 1637. To the Reader . COurteous Reader , I here present to th● view a brief collection of seuerall passages , brought forth in this yeare of sorrow : yet as God is alwayes more wonderfull in his mercies , then in his judgements terribl● to a repenting and sorrowfull nation ; so in his chastisements and correction he alwayes shews some remarkable passages to those surviving , that they may speak and tell of his wondrous works to their childrens children That great and terrible year● 1625. when thousands upon thousands were piled up in our mother earth , was for te●●● and number the very next and immediate unto this now present , and that 1625. was the greatest that our Chronicles can afford , and yet then England was not halfe so much pestered with the violence of the Pestilence in severall places as now it is : as witnesse now that famous and fruitfull place that hath beene to many of our Merchants : Newcastle I meane ; how many there have dyed this yeare , which in comparison to London is but an handfull of people , and there by ●ust account from the 21 of May , 1636. to the 8. of Octob. of all , and in Garthead of the Plague . And moreover to many severall townes in the Countrey distant from London and about London , so that ●he wrath of the Lord is kindled ; then like Nini●ch , let us blesse God for the preservation of our good and pious King , who hath called a Fast ; now ●●t our hearts be but truly repentant , deserving this ●odly direction , and then we shall see this famous City London not like a place neare Ierusalem , called Golgotha , but like Niniveh , which the Lord was pleased to spare by repentance and true humiliation This time affords small trading or none at all , and those that have the trading at this season are Sextons , Coffin makers , Grave-makers , and Bea●e●s ; all these have so much doings , that almost all ●th●r trades have none at all : the whole kingdome 〈◊〉 under this heavy burden ; Lord sheath the lest 〈◊〉 Angels sword , and do th●● go on in mer●● as thou hast begun to cause the destroying Angel 〈…〉 his hard , that we may live to glorifie thy 〈◊〉 Name . Lord 〈◊〉 thy divine comfort and assi●ance remaine with us day and night in this most 〈…〉 and dangerous time . Amen . The number of those that dyed at New-castle in this present yeare . 1636 Buried of all diseases in Newcastle , as followeth . May 21 59 May 28 55 Iune 4 91 Iune 11 122 Iune 18 99 Iune 25 162 Iuly 2 133 Iuly 9 172 Iuly 16 1●4 Iuly 23 212 Iuly 30 27● August 6 366 Aug. 13 334 Aug. 10 402 Aug. 27 430 Septem . 3 460 Septem . 10 314 Septem . 17 120 Septem . 24 136 Octob. 1 80 Octob. 8 83 The totall is 4764. 1636 Buried in Ga●thhead in Newcastle as followeth . May 30 10 Iune 6 24 Iune 13 19 Iune 20 3●● Iune 27 40 Iuly 4 75 Iuly 11 66 Iuly 18 60 Iuly 25 60 August 1 29 August 8 17 August 15 18 August 22 ●3 August 29 14 Septem . 5 11 Septem . 12 7 Septem . 19 4 Septem . 26 6 Octob. 3 2 Octob. 10 2 Octob. 17 4 The totall is 515. The totall of all the burials in London of all diseases this present Visitation , 1636. is 27415. Of the Plague 12102. The relation of the man buried in S. Sepulchres new Church-yard , on Munday , being the 29. of August , 1636. MOrtals behold here prostrate to your sight , The Cities terrour , and the Countries fright . The Lord hath drawn his sword , many are slain , And who can tell when 't will be sheath'd again ? For sinne the Plague is now among us sent , Many have sinn'd , and yet but few repent . The City to the Countrey now are runne , Although the Countrey them so much do shun , And to speak truth some Citizens poore elves , By flying thither , have undone themselves . Yet some have said , 'i th Countrey they are free , Blind fools are they which think God cannot see ●n every place his power it self doth shew , Strange things he doth , his wisedome willeth so : His sword is drawn among us , yet we spend Our time in sinne , not thinking of our end : So that the Lord to us may rightly say , The people eat , and drink , and rise to play . Mortals here note , and once your sinnes despise , See here a mans grave digd , fore his own eyes , In S. Sepulchers new Church-yard 't is said , I' th interim that his grave t' his mind was made , He took his book and pray'd , oh blest be God That chastis'd him with his paternall rod , Which did not take his sence from him away , But gave him time and sence to reade and pray : And when of 's prayers he an end had made , Death ends his life , so he in 's grave was laid . Oh then remember this you that have health . Death playes the theese , takes many a one by stealth , Before of him they think , this I may say He hardly will allow them time to pray . Then we that live had need to pray apace , That sees death and the grave before our face . Let 's humbly pray , and Ninive cloath-like , Then God in mercy will forbeare to strike . Of the man that revived again in S. Georges Church-yard . A Countrey man , as 't was to me reported , About some businesse to this town resorted , Finding himself not well , strait way he went Into S. Georges fields in discontent , He drunk a penny-worth of milk 't is said , And down upon the ground himself he laid ; The milk-woman of whom the milk he bought , Told him to lie upon the ground 't was naught , And wisht him then to rise , but he replide , That he would there but little time reside Vpon the ground , onely to rest his head , And sleep a little on that earthy bed ; She seeing him so resolutely bent , Took up her milk pail , and away she went. And for a certain truth to me t was told , That after she in town her milk had sold , She came the same way home , and found him dead As she poor woman then imagined , But t was not so , for in a trance lay he , Yet others were deceiv'd as well as she ; For all that saw him did conclude and say , The man is dead , let us make haste away , And to the Sexton of the Parish go , Telling him how it is , then let him do As he sees fit , then unto him they told , And did the matter unto him unfold . And to the Masters of the Parish then , The Sexton went with other honest men , And told them how the matter then did stand , The Masters of the Parish gave command To bring the man that was supposed dead , Into the Church-yard , which they quickly did , And then the searchers they were fetcht with speed , So all concluded he was dead indeed ; And when the corps the Searchers had survaid , They saw no cause why they should be afraid ; For of the Plague they found the man was free As cleare a corps as ever they did see : So then to bury him they all conclude , But mark I pray what afterward ensude . It being neare night , the Sexton did agree To bury him when he could better see . The first worke in the morning that he did , Should be to bury him : meane while he hid The man under a Coffin , as some say , Not that he fear'd that he would runne away , But that no ravenous thing should him offend , So that in this he was the dead mans friend . ●e that lay na'●●● long upon the world , ●urely he could not chuse but be a col● . Next morning he did rise as from the dead , And finding that himself was covered Vnder a Coffin , he did wonder much , He threw the Coffin off him with a touch : ●o up he gets , then up and down did walk , And at the length he heard some people ●alk ; Over a brick-wall th●n this man did clime , And cald for help , to call for help 't was time . ●nto the Ax yard then this man was carried , And cherishe well till dead indeed and buried . Before much people came him for to view , Almagining that some of them him knew . Five dayes after he liv'd , retaining breath , And then he chang'd his mortall life for death . Now in the same Church-yard his bones remain Vntill the Trumpet raise them up again . A true relation of certain 〈◊〉 that robd a Hosiers shop in the new Towne , neare S. Martins lane , putting the mans goods into a Coffin . GOd spares the wicked somtimes for this end , That they might see his judgmēts & amend . But they contrariwise grow worse and worse , And so pull down upon their heads a curse : Neither Gods judgements nor his mercies can Effectually work in a wicked man , Witnesse the villanies that now are done , Some to rob Orchards hastily will runne ; Others to break up houses will not spare , From drunkennesse & whoredome not for beare . Among the rest of helhounds some there were That without touch of conscience , grace or fear , Most impudently with a Coffin went To rob a Hosiers shop was their intent ; And late at night the man being forth 't is said , To rob his shop these knaves were not afraid , But boldly took the stockings from the shelves , And put them in the Coffin , wicked Elves . The Coffin being full , they nayl'd it down , And on their shoulders did go through the town And with a link before away they passe , And all that saw it thought no lesse but 't was A Coarse , and he that ow'd the goods likewise , Did see it bore away before his eyes . He met them and did shun them , but at last past When he came home , and they from him were He found himself robd , and almost undone . And pitied was by every mothers sonne , But he no news of them could ever heare , What is become of them , or where they are ? Deaths house a coffin of mortality , They made a cloke to hide their villany . They cannot mock death long , for in the end The hang-man with a rope will them befriend . Of 3. yongsters that presumed to rob an Orchard , and fain'd themselves sick when the master of it came to them . NOw what say you to three mad knaves that went To rob an Orchard all with one consent ; Muffled , they say , with clouts about their heads , Like sick men newly crept from out their beds , With each of them a bag under his arme , As if they went on purpose to do harme ; And so into an Orchard these three comes , And fild their bags with apples , peares , & plums . The good man of the house hearing a noyse , And thinking them to be unhappy boyes , Did take a cudgell , and to them he goes , Minding for to bestow on them some blows : But seeing that all their 3. heads were clouted , Of them he was afraid , and him they flouted . Can you not be content bold knaves , quoth he , To rob mine Orchard , but indanger me With your infectious breath ? depart I say , With bag and baggage , longer do not stay . For if you do , the town I le raise anon : So fild their bags , I 'm glad quoth he yo'r gone . Instruction . He that of Gods just judgement makes a sport , Like these three men , one day shall suffer for 't . He that shall fain himself sick in this kinde , To feare another , he perhaps may finde A booty as these men did , and withall A curse will follow to bring such to thrall . Good God in midst of all our misery , Shall we consent to plot a villany , So great , so foule , so impudent and vilde ! Houses infected , and mens mindes defilde With such impurity ! can we expect The plague should cease , when we our selves infect With sinne , that is the cause of all infection ? Can we do this and look for thy protection ? Lord of thy judgements let 's not make a sport , For if we do , thou 'lt surely plague us for 't . A strange and true report of a Gentleman riding into the Countrey , finding himself not well , and what chanced to him on the way . A Gentleman as true report doth tell , Into the Countrey rode , a while to dwell : Finding himself saint , he began to grieve , And stripping up at last his doublet sleeve , He found upon his arme some blew spots there , Which like unto Gods tokens did appeare . So spurs his horse , and speedily he rides To the next town , and there all night abides . But yet before he went to bed 't is said , In 's chamber he a good fire causde be made : So when the Chamberlain had made a fire , A payle of water he did then desire . Then cal'd he for the best sheet in the Inne , The which he wet , and wrapt himself therein . The sheet being wet , and he starke naked in it , About his body he did strait way pinne it ; Which being done , away to bed he went. The morning being come , and the night spent , He found himself well , and his body cleare From all those spots which before did appeare . Strange physick this may seem to many a one , And yet he prov'd himself a good physitian . But y●● my Doctor he shall never be , Such physick sure would be the death of me . And to conclude , he paid most liberally For all he called for , especially For his wet winding sheet , and gave command To bury that some wet s●eet out of hand , A yard deep in the ground , or somewhat more , Which was an honest care of him therefore . And so ●or all things he gave them content , Then takes his leave , and so away he went. The sheet was buried too immediately , But covetousnesse would not let it long lye Vnder the ground , then buried as it were , But took this sheet up without wit or feare . And all of them that were so fool-hardy , That sheet to take up , of the plague did dye : And all the rest that had no hand in it , Escapt the plague , who had more grace and wit. Thus covetousnesse , that ne're did good to any , Was here you see the enemy of a many . Lord keep our hearts from filthy avarice , Let 's live content , and make us truly wise . Of one that lost in his travell two ●ands wrapt in a napkin . ONe lost two bands wrapt in a napkin faire , A woman passed by as I do heare ; Her sonne and daughter as I understand Was with her , unto whom she gave command By any meanes not to take up those bands , Lest with those things they should infect their hands : Her son obey'd her voyce , but yet her daughter Willing to have those things , came slowly after , And with her foot did spurn along these bands , As being afraid to touch them with her hands ; Vntill she came unto a poole of water , And then she washt them cleane , and followed after . Of one that lay unburied foure dayes after he was dead , being of the sicknesse . A Certain man lay dead as it is said , Few miles from London , that made the towne afraid . Foure dayes above the ground this man did lye Vnburied , t is reported certainly : To bury him no man durst be so bold , Or lay his carkasse in an earthly mould , Till with the sight of him they were opprest , And then one being wiser then the rest , Did tell the Masters of the Parish this , To send to London it were not amisse For foure stout bearers , and we shall be rid Of this annoyance : so it seemes they did , So he was buried , and the men well paid For burying him that made them all afraid . Thus in the Countrey , City , great and small , Time , death , and sicknes makes the stoutest fall . The Belmans call on Thursday morning . THis day the weekly Bils come out To put the people out of doubt How many of the Plague do dye , We summe them up most carefully . But oh if our transgressions all , Both how we sinne , and how we fall , God should take notice what they are , Where should we sinfull men appear● ! We look upon the punishment , But not upon the cause 't is sent . Remove the cause , and you shall see The Plague shall soon removed be . Vpon a Gentleman full of the Tokens in Woods-Close , that lay there two days , and afterwards dyed . A Gentleman finding himself not well , Walk't into th' fields neer unto Clerkenwell : Finding himself diseas'd , he him betook Into the fields , and company forsook , And in Woods-close he lay , with wofull heart , Grieving for sin ( which is the cause of smart . ) He there upon the straw did humbly pray , Having the Tokens on him as some say , Most ardently unto the King of heaven , That he of all his sinnes might be forgiven . He marked was for death , God shew'd him he Within this world had not long time to be . Lord we are not worthy that same time to know , When death shall summon us from hence to go . Good God inable us to dye well then , That we may live in heaven with perfect men . Vpon a man and his wife going into the Country , to visit their friends in this Visitation , and their entertainment on the way . AN honest Citizen with 's loving wife , Into the Countrey went to save their life , As they late fear'd , in London should be lost , But note how they for't on the way were crost . They came at night unto their journies end , And for their money did expect a friend , To finde 'i th Countrey , but it prov'd not so , For they i' th cage to lodge were forc't to go , Or lye i' th street ; this choice was put to them They must be rul'd by law , or law contemn , They lay i' th Cage , and glad to have fresh straw , And when as morning came that light they saw , The Constable dischar'd their lodgings hire , With these same words , I 'le set your beds on fire . Londons Lord have mercy upon us . Let all men consider both old men and yong , They c●nnot live ever , although they live long : Then sit down in sorrow , sigh , sob and relent , Stay n●t till to morrow , before ye repent . LOok on thy soul defilde with sinne , Faire London look what thou hast done : Gods high displeasure thou dost winne For thy offences every one . If Ninevie like thou pray and fast , And to the Lord dost cry and call , He le blesse thee , though thy doores be crost With Lord have mercy upon us all . The plague , alas , awo is me Like fiery Serpents bites us sore : The brasen Serpent must we see , I meane our Christ whom we adore . Our Saviour deare , whose ●i●e was lost , To ●ree us from eternall thr●ll , Will blesse us though our doores be crost With Lord have mercy on us all . Pride now doth overwhelme the land , And wickednesse doth much abound , Which makes the Lord stretch forth his hand , Our strange inventions to confound . ●or now we see unto our cost , Our great transgressions are not small , Whe●efore , alas , our doores are crost With Lord have mercie on us all . Let drunkards now their cups forsake , That swallow down the dregs of sinne , Let soule blasphemers stand and quake , For their misdeeds that they have done . For we are with afflictions tost , And sorrow doth to us befall , And now behold our doores are crost With Lord have mercy on us all . You that luscivious lives have led , Imbracing fornication still , That sleep upon a sinfull bed , Your wicked fancies to fulfill . Those vaniti● that you love most , Bring horror , death , and deadly thrall , And now , alas , our doores are crost With Lord have mercy on us all : Let him that doth his brother hate , Like Cain that kild his mothers sonne , Repent before it be too late , For his misdeeds that he ha●h done . For sorrow is landed on our c●●st , Our honey is turn'd to bitter gall , And through 〈◊〉 sin 〈◊〉 d●res ●re crost With Lord have mercy on us all . 〈◊〉 f●ll d●w● 〈…〉 London 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 aud con●●si● 〈◊〉 you shames , 〈◊〉 our pri●de , you● 〈…〉 〈◊〉 ye in sinne are almost 〈◊〉 , Th● 〈◊〉 on our knees down fall , 〈…〉 our doores 〈…〉 With Lord have mercy on us all . Y●u 〈◊〉 lots and you st●umpe●s 〈◊〉 , V●in glorious in your strange attire , Whose hearts in sin are much imbrewd , Repent with speed I you desire , For sinne brings sadnesse to our coast , Sinne c●used I●sabell to fall , And for our sinnes our doores are crost With Lord have mercy on us all . We 〈…〉 every street , But 〈…〉 us we have 〈◊〉 slain , 〈…〉 shall with destruction meet , 〈◊〉 ●ednesse in us doth ●aign● . 〈◊〉 in sinne our selves do boast , O●● joying at anothers fall : 〈◊〉 herefore ●ow our doores are cr●st 〈◊〉 Lord have mercy on us all . We clean● 〈◊〉 place from noy some smell , We strive ●o put 〈…〉 , We 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 where we do dwell . We ●●●p our 〈◊〉 s●weet and faire , The while our souls in sinne are lost , Whi●●● the 〈◊〉 our doores are crost In stead of musk and sweet perfumes We smel 〈◊〉 Wormwood and to Rue , For to ●ecure us from our ●ombes , Yet de●th will claime 〈…〉 We are diss●●'d like W●●te 〈…〉 When Phoebus sunshine bea●●● 〈…〉 ●all And death we see our doores hath crost With Lord have mercy on us all . Runne through the 〈◊〉 with sighs & groanes , In Golgotha sit and 〈…〉 , The great destroy 〈…〉 bones , Pale death 〈…〉 like doth raigne . He can destroy a mighty 〈◊〉 ▪ Yea crowned Kings he 〈◊〉 to fall , And by his hand our doo●●● are crost With Lord have mercy on us all . Have mercy Lord , to thee we cry , We for our sinnes are grieved sore , Great God of all eternity , Our former follies we deplore . Though we through sinne offend thee most , Our God thou art , and ever shall , Oh blesse us though our doores be crost With Lord have mercy on us all . FINIS .