My Blood in vain I'll never spill, Like Follard's Shepherds sure they be ; When I turn back the coming stroke, TI ask them how they dare to mock Eat out with worms, from Satan come→→ Their houses soon shall fall; The sheep that's brought before their view They easy may command. But if there's one from them is gone, They'll say that sheep may die; And if t be ten, I know these men On every hill, I tell you still, My sheep are dying there; From every ditch you may them fetch For like that man the Shepherds stand→ Their Master at this time? For want of care, I tell you here, His worms to breed in every head, And to the sheep may go; They care not of my Flock that's dead, If they can blind MẸ So, As did the man his master's hand, ( 61 ) Wounded in grief, to seek relief, Nor yet relieve or e'er reprieve And now I bid them tell me where 1 ever act that way? Whoe'er did come, to you 'tis known, I always stoop'd to hear. Then if I was the Son of God, You Shepherds now take care! For My example you do say But every one is gone astray, That at the last it so would burst, MY GOSPEL be a form, When in the SPIRIT at the last, I did to you return. But SHEPHERDS THREE, you now may see, I've got to make the ONE That is a Shadow deep of ME, And there you'll find I'm come. Then now from Spring I will begin And let the hour appear; The one is past, the second burst, And now the Type I'll clear: And from the Seals I shall reveal The first was broken here, The second came, the same be't known, Until the words appear'd; And from the third, behold the word, Two hours must appear, I'll never blame the simple thing, And so from Spring I shall begin When TWO MONTHS do appear. The WISE MEN came to see But seven more will then appear, And full as wise will be; For with the first they'll surely burst And fourteen stars will come, That bright will shine when 'tis MY TIME, So fourteen then will be wise men, What wonders here do now appear, So then thy dream I shall explain, When seven Stars to fourteen came I never will condemn the thing, But let him judge his LORD; From what he hath done behold His hand, He bid thee wait His time, And perfect here thou didst appear Thou'st never broke till it was up, And so obey'd the man: Because 'twas I that work'd in thee To make thee silent stand; ( 63 ) About eight o'clock, Saturday evening, we were prevented going on with this beautiful communication, by a letter from Exeter, which agitated Joanna so much, and made her so ill and faint, that she could not go on any further that night. Sunday July 22d, 1804. After the letter came, Joanna spent a restless night; and though she sleeps in a large bed, thought it was not large enough for her. In the morning she waked very faint and low spirited; but was answered, the shadows to her were the fubstance to the clergy; and she was ordered to call to her remembrance the words in her writings years agone: "a bed is too short for a man to stretch himself on it: the covering is too narrow to wrap himself in it;" that she must go through the shadows, and then the substance should come on the nation, that was now mocking the Coming of the Lord; and then the Lord would restore her to strength and take all the shadows from her, and place all the substance in mankind. Then they would find the restlessness of their minds, the trouble of their conscience would make their beds too short to stretch themselves on, and the covering too narrow to wrap themselves in it; and they would wake in the morning as weak and faint as she was; they will find themselves weak in judgment, weak in understanding, and weak in strength to defend themselves, so that they will appear but as dead men." A SECOND LETTER FROM MR. JOSEPH SOUTH- REV. SIR, Bristol, July 17th, 1804. When I wrote to you, by Mr. Jones, I thought I was writing to a gentleman, and as such I expected an answer; ner could I have thought you would 28 have disgraced the gown you wear, as you have, by calling my Sister a liar. I think it neither does credit to the gentleman or to the clergyman; for let the world's belief of her Writings be what it may, there is no one who knows her, but thinks her far superior to that appellation; and you yourself have sufficiently proved yourself what you call her, by frequently pronouncing her a religious, good woman, which no liar can be. You, sir, received the letter worldlily; and, as a man of the world, turned it into ridicule, and said my Sister was a liar, and as mad as a March hare. But, sir, consider my Sister takes things in a spiritual sense; and if you have never been spiritually affected, which, if you never have, God grant you may, at the reading of this, is my sincere wish and hope; and that the Lord may spiritually affect you, as he has her; for I must tell you, the Lord hath afflicted her with a violent sickness; and that the Lord saith, he is as sick of the clergy as she is now sick, which I trust the Lord will reward with an immortal crown of glory; and that you, and all the right reverend divines, the bishops and other clergy of this kingdom, may, ere it is too late, be convinced, and endeavour to convince your different flocks, that Christ's Kingdom is nearly at hand; and that all our united prayers may be the means of destroying the power of the devil, and chaining Satan down in the bottomless pit, as foretold in the Revelations, and establishing Christ's peaceable Kingdom here on earth; so that we may, like her, receive that inestimable reward, which no earthly power can give, is the most ardent wish of my heart.-I, sir, am not mad, nor am I an enthusiast. I am a man very publicly in the world; yet I am not ashamed to speak in any company, what I can prove from our blessed Saviour's words, and having the holy Bible to support it, I need not point out to you where these truths are to be found; and how they were to be fulfilled, I re |