the man sent in the horse on Christmass day, not minding what a day it was. And when the horse came he yoked him with a sled that same day, and sent a man with him, who brought him two sledfulls of sand. Both Papists and Prelats have such a respect for that day, that few will adventure to work on Christmass day. The honest man was greatly molested that brought the sand, but being an old man, they dealt not so rudely with him as they would have done otherwise. However, this so incensed the Prelats against my husband, that one of the chief men of the town, called Captain Cope, who was son-in-law to the Dean of their Church, said that he cared not for eating till he got amends of Mr Goodall. He could not eat his dinner peaceably without venting his anger at my husband. So he and some others employed a curat to go to Dubline, the metropolis of Ireland, for a warrant to apprehend my husband, and put him in prison. The curat went to Dubline, which was threescore miles distant from Ardmagh, and laid down five pounds sterling upon the green table, unto such as had power to give the warrant, which they call a capias. With which he came to the Sheriff of Ardmagh; and, at the sheriff's door, was in such haste to have my husband apprehended, that he would needs continue on horseback, and so bowing himself down to whisper into the sheriff's ear, that he had got a capias, and had here two officers with him, to apprehend Mr Goodall, his horse gave him such a knock upon the breast, that he cried out he had gotten his death-stroke; and, presentlie, he had such a conviction of the iniquitie of the business he was about, that he said, This will not do,-this work will not work; and acknowledged it was for Mr Goodall's sake he had gotten his dead-stroke. However, the officers are sent for my husband, and, coming in to our house to the fireside, (where my husband was sitting with Mr Maxwell, the laird of Moncrief, [Monreith,] in Galloway, who was but newly come to visit us,) say to him, Mr Goodall, you are the king's prisoner. My husband went hastily with them, and whispered into my ear, My dear, dispatch Mr Maxwell out of our house, least he be sent for next. So my husband was imprisoned, and Mr Maxwell got safely escaped into the countrey: but the curat went home, and immediately took his bed, and fell into a raging fever; and raved continually, and scarce spoke a sensible word till he dyed, excepting only that he commanded his wife expressly not to exact the five pounds sterling from my husband, nor to put him to pay it at all; which, by their law, he was obliged to pay whenever he was liberat out of prison. And this his wife faithfully promised to do, and performed it likewise; and, when she came to my husband, she sadly regretted her husband's having any hand in his imprisonment. When the sheriff went in to write the warrant, (for besides the capias they behoved to have the sheriff's warrant,) the curat1 told the two officers that his horse head had given him such a knock on the breast, that he thought it was his dead-stroke, and said, This will not do, &c. So, when he got the sheriff's warrant, he came presently riding to Ardmagh, with the two officers, and apprehended my husband, and put him in prison. He kept the matter so secret that he would not first ride home to his own house, which was four miles from Ardmagh, least any should have got intelligence of his design, who would have warned my husband to have gone out of the way,-my husband was so well beloved, that if any of his neighbours had known it they would have told it my husband. Well, the curat went home, and, in his raging fever, dyed within a fortnight. In his raving he would have said, I am Primat of Ireland, now I will take Mr Goodall out of prison. It was remarkable that his chief discourse was about his imprisoning, and getting out, of my husband again. The gentlewoman, Mistress Oath, who kept the prison, was a widow, yet had such respect to my husband, that when a rich citizen of Ardmagh2 offered her a bond to let Mr Goodall go ly at his own house, she said she preferred Mr Goodall's own word to any bond whatsoever, and would have no bond but his own word; 1 His name is said to have been Peper. He was curate at Lochgall, about four miles from Armagh. 2 A note appended to the MS. says that "his name was John Whittington, a Papist, and a native of Ireland." and so she suffered him to go home at night and ly in his own house and, for the fashion, for a few dayes, sent a man with him at night, and for him in the morning; and, that night, our ordinary place of singing happened to be in the cix. Psalm, verse 6. My husband and I had such a lively frame of spirit in the time of the singing of the psalm, that we both marvelled at it, but understood not what it meant untill within a day or two after, when we heard that the curat was deadly sick of a raging fever, so we understood it to be applicable unto him; and, when we were told of the curat's sickness, we both protested, that we blest the Lord, we had no prejudice or ill-will at his person. All the while my husband was in prison he did not ly a night out of his own house, except only two; and he was in prison three years and six weeks. He was like a Joseph in the prison; the gentlewoman, the jaylor, was admirably favourable and discreet to him; for when he got notice of a sermon or a sacrament [that] was to be ten or twelve miles, or however far, from Ardmagh, when he had said, Mistress Oath, I am going to a sermon some miles, he had full liberty from her. Now ministers durst neither preach nor give the communion in the day-time, but in the night, and people then found no hurt by wanting their sleep at such occasions. One day when my husband was riding with his brother and some others to a sermon, six miles from Ardmagh, a friend of Mr Cope's did meet him, and attempted to bring him back prisoner, in order to affront Mistress Oath, the jaylor; but he being defeat in that design, went to the sheriff, and reported he saw my husband on horseback; whereupon the sheriff came to Ardmagh to examine Mistress Oath, but she couragiouslie defended herself thus: None have any thing to say to me for managing my prisoner, if I (when any court calls for Mr Goodall) can present him before them; which, she said, she was sure she could do with her prisoner. So the sheriff could not thrust her out of her charge. There were also five Presbyterian ministers imprisoned at Dubline, where they continued five years prisoners, but were at last liberat by an order from the king, which Sir Arthur Forbes, Deputie of Ireland, procured them. Two of these ministers, (who were taken in Lifford, in Ireland, because they would not desist from preaching, untill they were violentlie pulled out of their pulpits and imprisoned in Dubline, where they continued five years, untill Sir Arthur Forbes was made Lord-Deputie of Ireland, and he procured an order from the king for relieving of the five ministers out of prison,) when they returned home, passing through the town of Ardmagh, and hearing my husband was in prison, they visited him; and one of them, Mr Hart, told he was to go to Dublin the next summer, which was half-a-year after that day, and would speak to Sir Arthur Forbes to procure a libertie for him also, which he did according to his promise; and, when the deputie went to London, he brought an order from the king to get all out of prison that were imprisoned upon the account of religion. There were none in prison in Ireland at that time for religion but my husband, and another honest man in the county of Antrim, who were both set at libertie, without any sinfull obligations, or any thing imposed on their consciences at all; and in like manner were the five ministers at Dubline set at libertie. My husband came afterwards to Scotland, in the year 1676, to visite his friends; and, when he saw so much of the power and presence of the Lord with his persecuted ordinances and people, he returned to Ireland, and, the next year, came to Scotland with his whole family, and settled in the Calton, where we dwelt five years, till the persecution grew so hot that people were compelled to hear the curates; and such as would not hear were warned to their courts, and either fined or imprisoned. My husband got one summonds and I another, commanding each of us to compear at their court. We would not answer their summonds, but, according to that command, If they persecute you in one city flee to another, we removed out of the Calton; and that same day we were summoned we left our dwelling, and on the morrow the officers were sent to take us prisoners, but we were out of their reach, which offended them so, that my husband and I were proclaimed rebells over the Cross of Edinburgh; which, when a Christian freend, |