From the Tower of London,
August 22, 1651
The Day of my Glorification
"My most gracious beloved,
I am now going from a prison to a palace. I have finished my work, I am now
to recieve my wages. I am now going to Heaven where are two of my children, and
leaving thee on earth where are three of my babes. Those two above need not my
care, but the three below need thine. It comforts me to think two of my
children are in the bosom of Abraham and three of them will be in the arms and
care of so tender a godly mother.
I know thou art a woman of a sorrowful spirit, yet be comforted; though
thy sorrow be great for thy husband's going out of the world, yet thy pains
shall be the less in bringing thy child into the world. Thou shalt be a joyful
mother, though thou beest a sad widow. God hath many mercies in store for thee;
the prayers of a dying husband for thee will not be lost. To my shame I speak
it: I never prayed so much for thee at liberty as I have done in prison." From the letters of Christopher Love to his wife Mary Love whilst awaiting martydom.
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