The Covenant Newly Revived
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The source of this document is the Early English Books Online (EEBO-TCP) website. Those books were transcribed in a character for character manner and can be very cumbersome to read since there was no standard spelling during that time. Many spelling variations such as "unlesse", "vnlesse", and "vnles" regularly appear.
This project was conceived to clean up those books as much as possible and make them more accessible to the interested reader, leading to the creation of a massive list of variant spellings and their corrections. This was used to clean up the text, but is of course only as complete as the list itself. Because of the nature of the original transcription, some words have missing characters or places where the original language (e.g., Greek) was not transcribed. This effort does not change that. Be aware that the original transcription can also be faulty and in some cases entire sentences may be missing.
Although this is no substitute for a properly compared, proofed, and scholarly edition, I believe that the result is a document which is far more accessible, particularly for searching for terms using standard spelling. The document has been cleaned and presented in what I hope is a pleasing and useful format for the vast majority of Christian brothers and sisters who just want access to read these spiritually nourishing works.
However, a word of warning: The Puritans were a very diverse group of people and their age was characterized with godliness, but also much upheaval, disputation and strife. They disagreed on many doctrines and some of these works contain less orthodox or Scriptural views than others. The reader is strongly advised to read with discernment, particularly if it is unknown whether author is trustworthy.
This project took a huge amount of time and skill to bring to fruition. I would particularly like to thank David Jonescue for the initial list of Puritans he found on EEBO and the concept behind this project as well as the continuous, unceasing efforts toward seeing this complete. Without his labor, this would not be available. Alex Sarrouf was invaluable in providing the initial list of over 7,000 spelling variations he had identified and corrected, as well as continuing to review more than 16,000 additions to that list for any typos.
Logan West
(with David Jonescue and Alex Sarrouf)
www.puritansearch.org
THE SCOTCH Covenant NEWLY REVIVED. IN A Conference between Mr. Crofton and a Converted Scotch Parson.
Discovering all the whole Mistery of Iniquity carried on by hare-brained Faction under pretence of Reformation.
LONDON: Printed in the Year, 1661.
THE PREAMBLE.
M r Crofton being spiritually advertised to invite Mr. Withers to dinner, and especially to give him thanks (on the behalf on his Church-Commoners) for remaining so constant to his Principles of sedition, and expressing himself so freely in Print for the Covenant, whereby by Mr. Crofton thought his own spurious pamphlets the more strengthened and secured, and his Lungs the better clarified, and preserved, by that powder of Brimstone, to hold out belching against all those who would not fall down and worship the Calf-Covenant with the white face. It happened that an honest Scottish Parson (Rara avis &c.) having read some of Crofton's Pulpit Pasquils, and poisonous Papers against the Primitive power, and Basis of Church-Governernment, Episcopacy; and conceiving himself able enough to enter the List against so Ignorant and Weak a Disputant, inquired for Crofton's house, to which he was directed by a Boy where like an unwelcome or un-sent-for person, he waited till after Dinner; and then Mr. Crofton, setting his Beard, (as much as there was of it) in Print, ordering his Band, drawing his Month together, (as you have seen a Milk Wench pictured in a Land-skip) and putting his Countenance into the precise Model of a vizard, accosts the Scotch man in these words; What is your will with me? The Parson somewhat amazed at his State and Formality, answered; Geod feath Mon, I ken no hot ta speak toll thee, gif tow tekst sike Stat upon thee, Crofton discovering him by his Tongue to be a Scottish -man, thought he was sent to him upon some Design from the Kirk; cried him Mercy, took him by the hand, and requested him to walk with him up stairs, where they had dined; Mr. Crofton desiring Mr. Withers (his Brother in iniquity) to salute the Parson, as a reverend Member, and Pillar of their Church: which to do, Mr. Withers likewise sets his face on the skrewes, and then enquires what news in Scotland: I ken noot sir, quoth the Parson, and laughed heartily: Mr. Withers (reprehending his error) said, I mean, in, from, or out of Scotland; they are all one by a Trope; but pray. Sir, what News out of Scotland, if you will have it so?
I Here ne mare than ye awe her, gif ye ha eny luggs.
But how does the Parliament proceed there?
Marry, mickle weele, they ha brunt the Coov'nant, sir, bethhond o the Comon Hong mon.
Oh horrid!
Oh horrid! Monstra morendum.
I will justify it was an act of sacrilege, a work of the Devil.
And his damme, a sin 'gainst God and man.
Nay, a plain sin against the Holy Ghost; for as I sinned it, and can prove it, it is a sin against knowledge, Ergo, a sin against the Holy Ghost, as I said before.
A sin unpardonable, and therefore damnable.
Haud, haud, sirs, haud, ne mere Blesfemy, wha med the Coovnant?
The select people of God.
The Righteous of three Nations; like as a three-fold cord is the strongest, so the Covenant was strengthened, and made up with the most undefiled hands of three Nations.
Haud, haud, sirs, haud, ye gang ta fest: A me saw, the thrads o that Coord was wop'd in Hell, an yar Coovnant med up o the Deele himsell; I ken it reit weele sirs, gif ye ha eny gress curss an ban it fro yar hoose an yar saws sirs, an faw to the tra service o Goad sirs; mind ye me; let noot Prid an siller damm ye sirs, ye ha a gretious King sirs, an a geod Kirk Government noow sirs, I uphold ye sirs, the lick i ne plece i the Wardd sirs.
Yes at Rome sir.
Fi, fi, geod feath yare mickle oout sirs.
Where the Whore of Babylon commits daily fornication with the Kings of the earth.
And hides all her iniquities in Lawn Sleeves, the Mark of the Beast is upon her.
she drinks the blood of the Faithful, and devours the livings of the Godly; she is more Insatiate then the Sea or the Grave.
Or Hell fire, and chokes worse then brimston.
Yare mickle wise sirs, ye ha roab'd a feole latly sirs, mind ye me an herke ye toll me be avisd sirrs I speak fur awe yere geods. yare Coovnant has med ye awe woud sirrs, be avised sirs.
The Covenant was a sacred thing, framed to maintain the Church in its Primitive whiteness and purity.
Against the pride of the Prelates and the Innovations of Antichrist.
Oout oout faw sham, the faw deele has gin ye a lift, fro Goad Sirs an noow ye lick Lymmer loones spet at his servants gif ye had ane, fer O the Loord ye would noot de as ye de Sirs.
Why, What do we do Sir?
I, What do we do Sir?
Did not the Covenant receive its Birth in your Country? and were not your Countrymen the lawful and rightful Fathers of it? and were not we advertised by Henderson, that man of God;
O the dele mon
And many other precious Saints by Letters; I say advertised by Letters, with holy and powerful sanctifying Reasons that Bishops were not Jure Divino, that their Calling & Power in the Church was but mere Usurpation, promoted by the Pope to introduce his Power, and make the Sea of Rome more glorious; and to that end to second their Brotherly Engagements with us (who were tender Consciences) made an Inrode into England with the Bible in one hand, and Sword in the other the very Sword of the Spirit which carried all before it and punished all from Dan to Barsheba; do you not know this?
Ne be Goad noow ye mack me swer, for awe the tim, the Coovenant ers wern up i Erms, they wern beten mest bestly i ery plece, an the geod King ded prosper tol Crumwall (the faw deele splits Crag for it) cam wi his Independent riff raff ragged rogs thaut fooght for the Kirk, but plundered the Choir oout o hoilly roth the dele a bit ded yar thar Coovenant threve Sirs, tall than Sirs.
You are mistaken sir, Out intentions were geod, Our Cause was geod, and our success in every place geod.
Ded ye fit foor Goad oor the Deele sirs, oor foor siller sirs, foor Mammon sirs, the Deels none Cousin sios, ans Damms Munion sirs
We fought for the Covenant sir.
Wha the Deele shod ye fit foor that ye had befer sirs?
We fought for the keeping and maintaining it.
And for the Church in general, and against Bishops and Prelates as we said before.
Ne Ne geod feath, I ken we'l enoow what ye foot for firs; Ye foot een'e anenst the Church an foor the Beshops Lands sirs, an foorne yere none pert Master Copton Wrethers ye durst nere leoke a tiny Kitlin ith fece, yat lick Seint Thefe in the Legend; Ye ha threv'e brawly; wi a murren toll ye a • Noll grazd a fett Soow i the brech, whan he ga you the Statute Office, whilke ye sauld i the Deeles nam to Master thats o the Duck, Drake Drack, Master Drake Drack for a pour o poonds geod an mickle sterlin siller be the Mass, an ded ye noot ater ye had plundered the Bishops o thar hoorses and siller bi thar Londs an sa roobd the Church i the faw Deels nem an noow de ye complan o yar paverte i prent; wi a hoorse pox toll ye awe me saw ye pratend lyolty, an hoow muckle ye ha loov'd the King and Church, whan ye ha wrote an speak anenst um lick a ralling rattling rag as towart an enderst emong ye toll ris a new war sirs anenst the piece oath King an Countre.
The Man's mad sure, have you a mind to be beaten Priest?
Wha sall dot, noot sike a limmer Loone, a rabbell rabbell o rim an noon sense as tou art.
I profess you are very uncivil sir.
Ne Ne noot sa, unsele as tow art toll pip, i the Lasses breches an see awe foor noaught, their very noock an awe, geod feath ye Presbyters are pintell proud Jacks, ye loove to be pepin in hools an vant your Leachery at yare fingers ends sirs.
You base unworthy man, do you abuse me in my own house?
Nee Nee ye ha abased yar nan sell sir, in yar non hoose an a brod ta sir, bi bringing yar tiny Lasse tool the stol o Repentance, gif ya stend se muckle and main on yar Covenant, an your Santete, hot med ye sham et se bestli, but yar loost lick a fawse Loone gis ye are.
Get you out of my doors, I profess my fingers tingle at him.
Ne, Ne, tes at another Lass Mon, gang yar ways foor a coople of Dunces, ye cannoot hald despute worth a Crack.
And so the Scottish parson left them, fuming and fretting that their knaveries should be so discovered to the world, and gave order to the person aforesaid to publish this passage, that his Credit might receive no prejudice by their Quarrelling.