The Character and Death of Mrs. Hester Ann Rogers

The Character and Death of Mrs. Hester Ann Rogers is a Methodist tract from 1794, still in print in 2008. The text is a publication of the sermon given by the Reverend Thomas Coke upon the death of the Methodist writer Hester Rogers, with an appendix written by her husband James Rogers; there is a third section, a “Supplement to the Appendix—consisting of Miscellaneous Extracts from the Journals of Mrs. Hester Ann Rogers.” Coke’s sermon and James Rogers' appendix both contain published passages from Hester Rogers' own book entitled A Short Account of the Experience of Mrs. H.A. Rogers, Written by Herself as well as unpublished excerpts from her journals and correspondence. The history of the “Supplement to the Appendix” is not clear.

Thomas Coke’s sermon is divided into five sections:

  • First, Give an Explication of the Text.
  • Secondly, Consider the grand point held forth to our view, —the Certainty of Death.
  • Thirdly, Lay down some consideration against the Fear of Death, for the use and comfort of believers
  • Fourthly, Draw some Inferences from the foregoing heads; and,
  • Lastly, Present you with an epitome of the Experience, Death, and Character of our deceased Friend

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