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there was much wood there, so will the fire burn 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 Italy 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 made 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, 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 answered, "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 truths 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 myself than his 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 come, 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 knowledge 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 to 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

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from Bristol to Mrs. Taylor, in 1798, and sent to him in March 1799; and as he had turned back the letter, so would the Lord turn back their prayers in the time of harvest; and as the Chancellor had burnt the letter, so the following year should be burnt up by heat. Then it was explained to me, that both harvests were foretold in the year 1798. When the harvest came in 1799, the first week we had fine weather, and every appearance of a good harvest. The Sunday I went to St. Peter's, and heard the Rev. Mr. Carrington say in his sermon, that we should soon have peace and plenty. He told what a glorious harvest there was before us *. I then was answered,-the harvest would be like my father's blossom, that appeared beautiful in May, but the blight came and destroyed great part of it; and so would the floods come upon the harvest. The Tuesday following, the rain came; and it is known to the public at large how it continued: prayers were publicly put up in Exeter, by all classes of people, that the Lord would stop the rain; but I was answered,-as men had refused to hear the words of the Lord, so he would refuse to hear their prayers; and as my letters were turned back unanswered, so should their prayers be unanswered likewise; and so they were till the harvest was spoiled. I then was answered, as the other letter was burnt, so the following harvest should be burnt up. These letters were then publicly made known in town and country. And when the harvest came in the 1800, they began to cry out, it was a good harvest, and dropped the price of corn a week before harvest, and said it was the finest harvest that ever was known; and some said wheat would be for six shillings a bushel, and barley for three: and many began to

The Rev. Basil Wood, at Lisson Green, made a long prayer before his sermon, and returned thanks to the Almighty for the blessings of a glorious harvest that was began, when after this Sunday the rain fell, and continued to the end of the year; and the harvest was spoiled all over the kingdom.

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curse me; and said, where were the prophecies new? I had prophesied of a bad harvest, but there never was a better; and I ought to be burnt. These speeches quite astonished me, as many came from the farmers, that I thought would not boast so much, if they had not known the crops to be good, as it was but a week before they began to reap. I then began to ponder deep of the past; from what Spirit every truth could come, if not from the Lord? And if the harvest was good, I was assured it was not of God, as he had so strongly affirmed the heat of his anger should hurt the harvest, as the Chancellor's anger burnt my letter; and if the harvest was good, I was determined to burn the whole of my writings; though all the past had come true, yet if that harvest was good, I could not judge they were from the Lord. I then was answered:

All have boasted too soon,

But when they see their harvest clear,
Their sun will cloud ere noon.
Because the price will make men wise,
Much dearer than the last;

If not the wheat, they'll find it great
In all things else is cast.

So some will mourn, and others burn,
And prove the harvest good;

Then why is the burden so laid on,
(Ah! tremble at the sword),
That will begin the following spring,
If men do not prevent;
By shewing clear how all is here,
And how it all is sent.

This communication was given to me the 10th of August, in answer to the boasting of men, which was copied off by some of my friends. Before one month was past in the harvest, the farmers began to change their words, and some said they had not two pecks an acre; and there was not corn enough in the land to last till Lady Day. The spring following the tumult rose all through Devonshire; and the consequences would have been fatal, if the farmers

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