for whom the Bell tolled at our Town yesterday.

Atten. Why? I trow, Mr. Goodman your Neighbour is not dead.
Indeed I did hear that he had been sick.

Wise. No, no, it is not he. Had it been he, I could not but have
been concerned, but yet not as I am concerned now. If he had died,
I should only have been concerned for that the world had lost a
Light: but the man that I am concerned for now, was one that never
was good, therefore such an one who is not dead only, but damned.
He died that he might die, he went from Life to Death, and then
from Death to Death, from Death Natural to death Eternal. And as
he spake this, the water stood in his eyes.

Atten. Indeed, to goe from a death-bed to Hell is a fearful thing
to think on. But good Neighbour Wiseman, be pleased to tell me who
this man was, and why you conclude him so miserable in his death?

Wise. Well, if you can stay, I will tell you who he was, and why I
conclude thus concerning him.

Atten. My leisure will admit me to stay, and I am willing to hear
you out. And I pray God your discourse may take hold on my heart,
that I may be bettered thereby. So they agreed to sit down under a
tree: Then Mr. Wiseman proceeded as followeth.

Wise. The man that I mean, is one Mr. Badman; he has lived in our
Town a great while, and now, as I said, he is dead. But the reason
of my being so concerned at his death, is, not for that he was at
all related to me, or for that any good conditions died with him,