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between them. I then saw his pretended love was as I told him, temptations from the devil, by his disappointed malice. I thought so ungrateful a man cold not exist; but here his malice went further. He haunted me to the places where I went, to get me out of service, till I was obliged to go to law with him; and then he hired two false witnesses against me, which made me tremble in the Guildhall, fearing he would swear away my life. I was then answered-It is finished; hitherto it is God's permission; but no further is his restraint.-I asked my counsellor why Wills did not bring his Son, because he would not swear so false as the others would? My counsellor, Roberts, asked counsellor Fanshaw why he had not brought the Son? He said he brought as many as he thought proper. Counsellor Roberts said, you brought as many as did not care what they swore; Mr. Wills would not purjure those in his own house, but he cared not how many he perjured out of the house. Let him bring the Son; and if he swore as these have, I will give up my cause. But the Son would not come to defend him. So I get my trial; because the Son would not come against me, to take a false oath -The mystery of this goes deep to the nation as you have not a quarter of the particulars. It paints the world in its true colours. The day after I was ordered to write the history of my life, and have it go in print; for thousands should be converted by it. I wrote the History of my Life; but my friends persuaded me never to put it in print; and I was not pressed by the Spirit after I had written it to put it in print, till I was visited again in ninety-two; but this was at the end of the American War. When you have received the History of my Life, you will receive the explanation of the whole.

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much; but the reason was, he kept a woman in his house, and brought her with child, and then to conceal his shame from the world, he got some savine, and intreated her to take it; he said it would not do her any harm, only kill the child, and so she was to conceal her shame from the world, and might live with him as before. The simple woman took his advice, and killed the child and herself too; and when she was dying, in her agonies she told it, but as she did it by her own consent, and did not blame him so much as herself, he had no punishment of the law; but his character was despised by upright people; yet as he was a young man of a decent fortune, he got himself respected amongst people of the world, who had no better principles than himself. But of the truth of his history my Sister did not tell my Father, as he tried to persuade people it was a false report, and bribed her friends to keep it secret; and for the love of the money some did; which made it a confused story, and could not be proved; but confused as it was, I believed it true; and after my Father's passion was over, I told him my reasons; which, he said, if it was true he could not wish me to have him.

But as I was ordered to go through my history in that day, I could not go through particulars; but now, as these particulars are most wonderfully explained, I am ordered to put them in print: one part must be sent to the Reverend Mr. Foley, and the other part will be sent to Mr. Sharp. So Mr. Sharp is desired to print from this day, the letters he receives; and Mr. Foley the letters he receives his day; thus they are both printing a book they cannot understand, before they see both the books together; for Mr. Sharp must see no more of Mr. Foley's letters, nor Mr. Foley of his, before the book is out. The Lord is now working in this manner, to shew mankind the folly of the Jews and Gentiles; for no more than they two

can understand what they are printing, before they come to weigh both the books together; no more do the Jews understand the Law, nor the Gentiles the Gospel, before they come deeply to weigh the whole together. Mr. Sharp may marvel, why I have sent him such a history, that he does not understand the meaning of; and Mr. Foley may marvel, I have sent him the meaning, but never told him the Parables from whence they were taken; so they are both lost in a mist, as Mr. Putt was by my Father's rabbits, when he had an information that he kept smugglers there-and perfect so they are smuggling up the Bible, and will make it a smuggling book; but when they come to look to the mystery, they will find there are LIVING WORDS in the BIBLE, that must make a noise as the rabbits did, and if they will come and see the truth, as my Father desired Mr. Putt to send his servant, they will find my words as true as my Father's, that they had laid a wrong information, to say the Bible must be smuggled up to the weak judgment of men, and the living truth that stands in it, must never break out and appear.

"So from the smugglers I now begin:

The LIVING TRUTH to men was never seen,
But when the truth they did begin to hear,
They said that smugglers in all was there;
Because the truth they did not wish to know,
But all my Bible they have smuggled so,
To cheat their God; in all to him his due,
They cheat their country, and they cheat their king,
And yet to thee, they all these lies do bring,
That thou art the smuggler that doth appear,
But now the truth I bid them see and hear:
That in my Bible LIVING TRUTHS do stand,
And like the rabbits they may all command;
For when the day-light it to all appear,
They'll find no smuggling in the words are here-
But truths and life must now before them burst;
They'll find the smugglers in the land are cast;
They'll find the Shepherds are the smugglers here.
Their informations let them all appear;

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And then I'll prove they've smuggled every word,
And in like manner, they've condemned their God,
As they condemn'd thy simple Father there,
And full as wrong, I'll make them all appear;
For when the truth, they all do come to see,
They'll find my every word, as true to be
As e'er thy Father's it did then appear;
And perfect so, thy innocence I'll clear,
And prove to all, the information's wrong,
To say the Smuggling doth in thee become;
That thou my Bible now art smuggling up,
They'll find the truth in every word to drop,
As from thy Father's lips did then appear;
They'll find the living truth in all is here,
That must burst out, if men will come and see,
And jump for joy, that I am come to free
A world of ruin now from misery.

And from thy Father's words I'll further go,
Nothing but devils can condemn thee so;
Though oft his fury he doth work in man;
But like thy Father, let them now condemn
Themselves in passions, how they so did burst
And from thy Father I have told thee first
That with the nation I should him compare,
And with the nation I do answer here
That every Father that is in your land,
A Son of mine, will like thy Father stand;
Themselves of passions, they will surely blame,
And say, the Devil did their hearts inflame :
For none but devils, now they plain do see,
Could e'er condemn the innocence of thee;
For so the Fathers now I know they'll break,
And blame themselves, they did so harshly speak,
Provok'd by passions, by the Devil here,
For in their words thy Father did appear,
And said, the Devil surely was in he,
Or he should never grieve the heart of thee;
It was the Devil did him then provoke,
And on himself he felt the greatest stroke
When thou in tender love did sooth him there.
Thy Father's history does not half appear,
The tender love that thou didst shew to he,
The flaming passions thou didst often see;
Because thy Father's passions they were strong.
And his own way he wish'd all to be done;
But his own way, by prudence thou didst see,
If he did get it would his ruin be.

Therefore together jangling you went on,
Till on his death-bed-then, behold the man:
"If thou art present Christ is surely here!"
And let his dying words to all appear-
And then the dying Fathers all will see,
When dead to sin, they all will speak like he:
"If thou art present, Christ is surely here."
Now pen his words, and let them to appear.

When my Father lay on his death-bed, the persons that attended him told me, they heard my Father talking to the Devil, who said he was come for him; my Father answered, he would not have him; for how could he think to have him, when he knew he had an interest in Christ? he had always been praying to him, and seeking after him, and relied on his tender mercies and goodness, and how could the Devil think to have him? But they knew, by my Father's answers, that he terrified him, that he would have him; and it threw him into strong convulsion fits. But when I came, he was almost insensible to the knowledge of any one; and when I held him by the hand, calling him Father, he said, "Father! be you my Father?" I said, no; my dear Father, you are my Father. He said, "Who are you then?" I said, Joanna; he clasped me by the hand and said, " my dear child, if thou art come, then Christ is Come." This was the night that he died, while I was holding his dying hands. My Sister Carter said at his burial, as soon as his corpse was taken from his chamber, she heard the most beautiful heavenly music, singing round the house the Corinthian Anthem: She asked of the woman of the house, "If the singers were coming." She said, "No." My Sister finding she did not hear the singing, took no more notice to her, but waited with impatience, hoping she should see me, as I appointed to go, but I was ill with my journey, and ordered not to go: "Let the dead bury the dead," were the words said to me; so my Sister went to the funeral with the woman she disliked, because she thought she had not taken care of my Father; but, as she was going along, she heard the same heavenly music in the air; and it seemed to ascend higher and higher, till it had ascended out of her hearing; but when she came to the grave, she thought she should have fainted away, to hear him put into the grave and the water flounced almost

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