norance there was in men, from an impudent ignorant clergyman, that had the assurance to write to Miss Townley, that she spent her money in the work of the Lord; for so it is, whatever the wretch may judge it. He said he should not be surprized, if the Chancellor took care of her fortune. But none of these threatenings are ever sent to ladies of fashion, who ruin their fortunes in the works of the devil, by gambling at cards, operas, balls, assemblies, masquerades, and every catalogue of vice, that the devil can invent. These are very well to be supported, and every luxury and extravagance are very well to be upholded, till their shattered fortunes are gone; and the poor, honest, industrious tradesmen, are often ruined by their extravagancies; for they not only run through their own fortunes, but they run through the fortunes of others, and then think it very well to say they are broke, therefore the people must forgive them, and they remain as gentlemen the same, and with im pudence and confidence demand it, because of their Rank and Tille. After making these remarks to us in part of the words, rivers of joy run through her mind; joy that she cannot express, and she felt her heart too full to keep silence; she came out of her bed and walked up and down the room as fast as possible, and said she felt herfelf so full she should burst if Miss T. did not put down the communication she was copying and send it to her brother to copy off; and call Underwood to sit to writing; for she says, the world is at an end; the days of Sodom and Gomorrah are come, in a day they little think of; and in a day unawares the Lord will come with a SHOUT FROM HEAVEN, as the voice of many wa ters; for his Ambassador is gone forth; HIS HORN IS BLOWN; THE HORN OF SALVATION to all them that are waiting the Coming of the LORD. His Ambassador is gone forth, and His Horn of Salva
"The midnight hour of joy is come,
To my Beloved it is known,
Because at first you saw it here;
I said the Woman should appear,
To warn my brethren all the same-
And so to Foley this did come,
A midnight hour of joy to he;
And so to Sharp this thing might be;
For I'll send it by no post,
Because by silence men are lost;
Therefore My Horn, must blow aloud
For to awake the sleepy crowd-
And this Express they all must know
Does from their GOD and SAVIOUR go:
To warn the people I'm at hand:-
The days of Sodom now command,
And now Gomorrah all shall see,
It is like Lor that you must flee;
The day and hour when I do warn,
I tell you all, you don't discern:
For like the thoughts that were in thee
I tell thee perfect is in ME.
They saw the plan I did prepare,
But yet my thoughts no man did hear,
The thing that I had in my view;
I'll bring the shadow now from you
Because the shadow there I plac'd,
And in thy heart 'twas I that burst
To shew thy plan, but yet conceal,
Till afterwards thou didst reveal
The very thoughts that were in thee.
And now I'll tell the thoughts of ME,
My plan before you I did lay,
But all my thoughts conceal'd like thee,
Till now's the time I do appear
For to reveal the mysteries here.
I said MY BIBLE TRUE must come,
Then now discern it, simple men,
How Noah's Ark doth now appear-
And from the man I've taken her,
Now waiting for her COMING Lord,
And listening for to hear his word,
As he did say, to call aloud;
Then tremble all, ye busy crowd,
Who now stand waiting at the door
To have your lover murder'd here,
As Satan's ways you so do love!!!
Then now the truth to all I'll prove
That like the Gardener he doth call,
And deep he's digging pits for all.
And yet he tells you, is in love,
If you if heet him he now will prove
A faith husband to you all:
And like that Wonian you would fall,
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If that MY HØRN do not awake
The trembling hearts of men to shake,
That like the woman they may stand;
For they're defil'd by Satan's hand,
Just as that woman, then with child,
I tell you all, he has begail'd;
And now by arts he'd lead them on
To bring the midnight hour for man
Into his cursed pit to fall;
The day of vengeance so he'd call
To bring the fatal pit for man;
And like that woman men do stand,
That now are listening to his sound,
And in his fetters strong are bound,
As she was then bound to the man.
By his pretended love 'twas done;
And now by his pretence the same
They've all despis'd their SAVIOUR's Name;
And like that woman they do say-
Satan their lover won't betray.
For though I meet them at the door,
And tell them dangers they are near,
If they go on like her that way,
They'll meet their ruin said by he.
And so by violence he kept her back,
Until he'd been and seen the wreck,
And shew'd her plain his dream was true:
Unto the grave he bid her go
When he had made the villain fly,
He shew'd her plain her death was nigh,
If he had let her gone alone,
She plainly saw she was undone.
And now to man I say the same,
The arts of Satan you inflame,
Stoutly to stand against your GOD
And tell the paths you all have trod,
And in them you will still go on,
You can't turn back, nor shun the man
That now is digging pits for all,
Wherein I say you all must fall,
And bring the day of vengeance here.
It is for man he doth appear
To-flatter on, for man must bc,
It never was design'd for he
To bring the curse upon his head
As in my Bible it is said.
This is the way he flatters here;
"Twas he beguil'd the woman there,
And now by him that she must stand-
But I have pluck'd her from his hand,
And warn'd her of the midnight hour,
And Hell shall feel my every power
He dig'd a pit for her at first,
And by that pit he now is cast;
And by that pit he shall appear
And tremble as the man did there;
And like the man I'll make Him fly-
Tis for the Woman he must die;
You know I told you at the first,
For her I did pronounce the cure,
Because that he had her betray'd—
And so the Gardener's arts were laid;
And I the thing did then ordain
To bring this parable to men,
How like the Gardener all is plac'd;
The simple woman so is cast,
That was betray'd by Satan's hand.
And now the way that men do stand,
They'd surely bring her murder here,
And Satan's arts would not appear
IfI in Power did not burst,
And blow MY TRUMPET at the last,
That he no further should now go;
He did betray her as a foe,
And then his lust to make complete,
He thought for her to dig the pit,
Wherein he thought he'd make her fall,
This is the perfect Type of Hell:
After the Woman he did lust
When the Creation first did burst,
And then the Woman did betray,
And she with child in grief did lay,
And then her murder he brought there.
Another fable must appear,
To make the mystery out more plain;
Now think upon thy Mother's Dream,
Or yet a dream to thee she told;
For every mystery I'll unfold.
These things were all ordain'd by ME
That men their Bibles plain may see;
So now I bid thee place the two,
That's in thy heart I well do know,
And then the whole I shall explain,
And from my Bible prove it plain."
The dream that was in my view, was of two servant maids, that lived with my Grandmother. After they were gone away, one of the maids that was very fond of my Grandmother (as well as the other) came one day to my Grandmother and wept bitterly about a dream that she had had. She dreamt, that in Caddy-fields, between Ortrey and Fairmile, she was walking, and in Caddy-fields she met a Cat, sitting upon a gate, which scratched her upon the right breast till she bled to death.
My Grandmother went to comfort her, and begged her never to go that way alone. Whether it was that night, or a few nights after, I cannot remember, but at the very same place she dreamt the Cat met her, she was found as it was supposed ravished and murdered. She was found, murdered, and by the Jury judged to be ravished. The young man that courted her left Ortrey and was never heard of afterwards; so it was supposed the deed was done by him. But before this murder was heard of, an apprentice maid my Grandmother had laughed at the woman's folly for crying about her dream; but my Grandmother answered
Dreams are not always fables, Moll*,
Though, some wonders they do tell-
For 'tis in dreams the Lord doth warn
A way that men do not discern.
After this fatal murder, my Grandmother had another servant maid, who was then gone from her to Sidbury, and my Grandmother then lived at Caddy near Ortrey. She came to my Grandmother and told her dream; that she dreamt she was walking over Sidbury Hill, and a Serpent met her, and stung her to death. My Grandmother was alarmed about the other's dream and death, and begged her for her life, never to go that way alone; and to prevent any dangers happening to her going home, my Grandmother said one of her servant men should carry her home; but now I cannot remember perfectly, whether she had the man to carry her home, as my Grandmother argued with her from the fate of the other, though I think she was not terrified from her dream, but said she could go home safe: however, my Grandmother would not let her, and one of my Grandfather's servants carried her home, as they were all alarmed about the other's death;
Molly Gardiner was the name of the servant.
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