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A WARNING TO THE WORLD. LORD would not permit his life to be lingered on in that manner to deceive his ministers, to make them believe the sign was from the Lord if it was not ; and it was said to me at the time of his illness, as sure as he died at the end of the year, so sure the Lord would cut off his shepherds when he began to cut short his work in righteousness, if they did not lay these things to heart, and warn their flock of the approaching dangers and the COMING OF THE LORD ; and the skeleton was a warning to the shepherds, that was found in the Bishop's cave. Now let the shepherds take the warning, for I am clear from the blood of all men.
Now I must return to Mr. Pomeroy : he asked me what the Bishop's death was to the nation ? And why the Lord should give me such a simple type as the Bishop's death ? I said it was to convince him, that the calling was from the LORD, and that I had had many such signs set before me to strengthen my faith, or I should never have believed such wondrous things ever should come upon the earth, when there was no appearance of them, and many things seemed unlikely or impossible. He then said, if there were prophets formerly and they were asked how it would go with the war, they could tell, and if I could tell him what would happen to France, Spain, Italy, or England ; or what would happen in three, or six months, he should believe my calling was from the Lord. The following day I was earnest in prayer, that if I was visited by the Spirit of the Lord, that He would be pleased to answer the other enquiry, to convince his minister that the calling was of God. I was answered I should be shewn in dreams and visions of the night, what he enquired concerning the wars.
In the night I dreamt I was taken out of my bed, and flew through the air like a bird, from place to place, and from town to town. In one large town thought there was a large house, and the door was
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A WARNING TO THE WORLD. 29 opened, and I flew through an amazing large room, where numbers of chairs and large pictures were piled up like a broker's shop, and the house was empty of people ; another town I thought I was carried through, where I was compelled to go down a steep place like a large country chimney ; as I was going down there was a large clomen jug, * that hung against the bricks ; my guide told me to unhang it and throw it down, I thought I did, and it seemed to fall an amazing depth and broke in pieces with a very loud noise; I then came down to the bottom, and flew to another large town that was very beautiful; and I thought I went down in a room that was under ground, where there was a great deal of wood piled up, and in that place I went to sleep till I was awaked with some surprise, and then I came out and flew in the air again, and came to other cities. Then I came out of this dream, which was a dream within a dream ; and many other remarkable dreams I had in the night, and in the day ; as I was prevented rising the next day, having a cold, and was much fatigued in my spirits, and too sleepy to be able to get up, for I was scarce out of dreams for two nights and one day. I shall leave the others and come to this dream that is mentioned, and which was answered in the following manner—“ The place thou wast carried through, where was nothing but lumber, is France ; for there is nothing but lumber there ; and it will be desolate of most of the inhabitants, as the house was empty.
Another place thou wast carried through was Spain, and they will revolt against their King The steep place thou wentest down, where the pitcher hung that thou wast to throw down, is the fall of many Nations. The place where thou sleepest was Italy; and they will sleep till the French come upon them to conquer them, and the Italians will be forced to surrender to them; for as
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there was much wood there, so will the fire burnt great in Italy, and they will be forced to surrender to the French by the six months he mentioned. As to England, they will seek for peace, but in vain ; they have surrounded themselves with such tumults of war, that the wise men with all their wisdom would not be able to make a peace, and large sums of money will be demanded at the end of the year. -This, with many more wonderful Prophecies, I put in the hand of Mr. Pomeroy in January 1797, and simply thought, all these must be fulfilled in that year ; before it was explained to me, that it alluded to the ending of the wars, as he enquired concerning the wars—but nothing was to be fulfilled in that year, but to Italy, and the continuation of the war to England, with the expences-In those six months İtaly was conquered by the French, and was forced to surrender ; but soon after it was put in the News Papers there was a peace, and it would be concluded within a fortnight; and great rejoicing was made in Exeter. This confused my mind and heart, though I wished for peace, yet I was jealous by what Spirit I was led, as truth and error seemed blended together, if there was a Peace ; for all the past had come true, and by what Spirit I knew not, if it was not from the Lord, and if it was the Lord, I judged all must be true. And this niade me wish for death, that I might be in the invisible world to know what spirits there were invisible that did attend us. It is fruitless to pen the feelings of my heart, through jealousy; but I was answered, “O! thou of little faith, wherefore dost thou doubt?" After a confusion of mind for a few days, I went into Exeter on a Friday, and met my
Brother's son, who told me his brother John was ill, de 25 that is before mentioned, who was ill in 1794. I then
was answered, he would die; this I went and told Mrs. Taylor, who said, then your prophecies will come true concerning him. The Thursday night before his death, the physicians said he would recover, but
on the Saturday morning he died. I then was answers ed, “as wrong as the physician's judgment was concerning thy kinsman, so wrong are the wise men concerning the peace.” This I read to my friends, and said I could not believe there would be a peace until I saw it ; within a month the war continued ; and the harvest came perfectly like the letter I was ordered to send to the rev. Mr. Giles, at Exeter; so that the events of that year came perfect as foretold. I then went to Mr. Pomeroy, at the end of the year, and asked him if he thought these truihs came from the Devil? He said, do not mention the Devil, for there is not a word in your writings likely to come from him ; but said, how do I know but you have this knowledge from yourself? I said, I knew no more from inyself than his table
table what the Lord would do upon the earth. He said there was a bishop, who had written a hundred years before the Revolution took place in France, of the date it would begin, and the very year the king of France was beheaded ; but he did not say he wrote by prophecies. I answered, I knew not what a bishop might know by learning; but I knew nothing by learning. Mr. Pomeroy made answer, “ Nor he neither ;" for no man'upon earth could tell what the Lord would do upon the earth, unless he was pleased to reveal it to him ; and then asked why I did not publish. I said I was ordered not to publish at present, without the ministers would prove the calling was of God ; but I was ordered to put letters in their hands, of the events of years to comie, that they might be judges of the truth. After this conversation, I was ordered to go to Bristol, as the ministers of Exeter had refused to pass their judgment, and then I was answered, the Lord would send worse harvests than that of 1797, and bring in a greater dearth upon the land, if unbelief abounded in the clergy. If they could judge all this know, ledge came from a simple woman, a sign should be set for the harvests. This I put in Mr. Woolland's hand before I went to Bristol ; and I thought the harvest would follow that year, and so I told my friends; but after I came to Bristol, and was jealous to see the harvest good, (this was in 1798), as I really expected it that year; but I was answered, there had been no mockery nor unbelief to bring it on that year; for the truth of 1797, had silenced the tongues of those that did not believe, and encreased the faith of believers ; so that the bad harvest could
not then follow; but if unbelief did abound, the 297 threatenings put in Woolland's hand in 1798, should
be fulfilled in 1799, wherein the grain I'll make like men : that meaneth, if men were so soft to believe all this knowledge came from a woman's head without the Lord's revealing it to her ; he would send the rain to make the grain as soft as men. And if unbelief did still abound, by sun and rain he would hurt the grain. This I did not understand meant both harvests till afterwards. This of the harvests I sent home to Mrs. Taylor, in a much clearer manner than is here mentioned, in a letter dated August 23d, 1798, particularly saying that the harvest should begin in 1799. On the Christmas, 1798, I came from Bristol tó Exeter; and in the March following, 1799, I was ordered to send a copy of this very letter of the 23d of August, to the rev. Archdeacon Moore, and have another copied off the same, to send to the rev. Mr. Pomeroy ; and the May following I was ordered to write to the Bishop, the Chancellor, the Archdeacon, the rev. Mr. Pomeroy, and the rev. Mr. Tucker. This greatly provoked all the clergy to anger; the Archdeacon returned my letter ; the Chancellor said that he had burnt it, and if I sent any more he would return them back by the post. This was in May 1799. I then was answered, their mockery and unbelief should bring on the harvests that were threatened in Archdeacon Moore's hand, which was sent