But now I tell you, sooner I will die,
Than e'er my GOD and SAVIOUR to deny :
Because so plain He'th brought all to my view,
And I have witnesses to prove it true-
That 'twas by arts my Jealousy did go,
Because the Harlots they have stood, before,
And made me judge my SAVIOUR's Love was there.
But from the Fable now I plainly see,

They stood before but had no heart of He,
To make him change His Bible for to turn,
I see the way the Harlots all become
To follow after, and to stand before;
And that's the way my Jealousy was there,
And so his absence I one time did see,
When hell by arts provok'd my Jealousy,
And then my Lord not hasty to return,
I thought my writings every one to burn.
But then my blessed SAVIOUR did come round,
He proved the Truth that HE was in the sound,
And shew'd the way my Jealousy did come,
The arts of Satan unto me made known;
And by HIS TRUTH, I did believe his word,-
And by HIS TRUTH I'll now stand by my LORD,
Ten thousands deaths by man I'd sooner die,
Than ere my blessed SAVIOUR now deny.
No, No, the shadow it is gone before,
But of the substance I will now take care,
And trust the honor of my SAVIOUR dear;
Tho' I am unworthy-HE is worthy found,
Unto His Cross my hand and heart is bound;
And I will sooner die beneath His Feet
Than ere give up His Love that is so great,
To be aveng'd of all, our rival foe
That strong in satan now I know do go.
And in the Harlots he do now appear
To stand before them that he may ensnare,
And kindle Jealousy again to burst;
But now too late the happy die is cast:
For me as plain to see my SAVIOUR's name ?
As I saw Noah's when he humbly came,
To place the truth of all before my view;
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Then well the Manger HE may call to mind,
How humbly first HE came unto mankind,
And how the mock of fools HE then did bear;
And now the same they're pointing every spear,
To crucify my dying LORD again;

Weigh every shadow, and you'll see it plain-
Because the substance now I plain do see,
The second time you'd murder HIM and me:
As Eve BY ARTS satan did murder first,
And so BY ARTS the Cross of Christ was plac'd-
And so BY ARTS he'd place it all again;
Christ and the Woman once more to be slain,—
The second time the sword go through her soul,
This is the way I know you'd murder all-
But now I tell you Christ shall murder me;
Before my hand and heart I'll ever give
To any living, but my LORD alone;
I'd sooner die and come before His throne;
And there my trial I'd begin to plead,
And ask HIM how this way I'd been misled-
His Words and Bible all for to believe,
I'd ask HIM how satan could so deceive;
I'd ask the devil how he could appear
In Christ's form, my heart for to ensnare,
And say, THAT by it I should conquer hell,
Then now the truth for once he sure must tell;
Because against himself he now must stand,
To say he is a devil in all lands;

And in the hearts of all men he does go,
Nothing but ruin he do see and know;
While he hath power for to rule and reign,
Then sure the self-accuser must be slain.
Because if I should murder now a man,
And boldly say I had the murder done;
And tell the way I did to all contrive

I ask what law would let me then to live-
If I plead guilty; man must plead the same→→→
And so from hell, as you do say, it came;
From his own words he now is guilty cast;
And I'm the witness will against him burst.-
But if from heaven you say is now the sound,
Then sure your Conquering SAVIOUR will be found,

As HE hath said to conquer earth and hell,
And make the rebel in his den to dwell;
That he may never vex the earth no more,
Until the THOUSAND YEARS are NAMED be o'er-
And now Joanna I have spoke in thee,

The truth of all for thou to hear and see.-
This is the way that thou must plead with man;
Because thy eyes I've open'd to discern,
How clear in all the likeness doth agree,
And now like Noah I shall answer thee..
It is the harlots do before me go,
Profess they love ME, and they hold ME so,
That I must save them by my dying blood;
But ne'er avenge it on the serpent's head-
Therefore their love like Noah I do hate;
Though they profess to ME, their love is great,
To have MY dying blood be all in all;
And never have my rival foe to fall."

Here we ended on Thursday night, June 21, 1804 And then a Letter was received from Exeter, that they had sent a Letter to Mr. Pomeroy, which he returned back without answering a word. This set all Joanna's heart on fire; the agonies she felt, no tongue can express-she saw the fatal ruin he was bringing on himself, and called to her remembrance a Letter she was ordered to send him; she thinks it was in 1797.

And Judas he shall be to me,

If he do me deny;

No comfort in this world he'll have,

And tremble for to die.

He must be found an empty sound,

And hollow all within:

I asked the Bishop how he'd look
On such deceitful men."

Because in his Preaching he professed great Love for Christ; therefore it was said, the LORD would try the man, and now he is weighed in the balance and found wanting, but knowing it is the

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devil's arts have deceived him, wounds me to the heart in pity for the man; but as for the Devil I hate, my rage and malice grow more and more every day against him; as I receive Letters how believers are daily haunted, for those that are longing for CHRIST and HIS KINGDOM, the devil is pursuing with all his rage and fury, while those that do as a man said at Leeds, that he did give the devil a corner chair to set in his heart that then he said the devil was at rest with him; but if he disturbed him, the devil would plague him-and I heard the same man say, he would die to redeem the devil, which made me tremble to think there could be so wretched a being. I told him his death would not redeem the devil; for that power was in GOD only-and he would find him a cruel devil to him, tho' he professed so much love to him, he would not find that love in return from him :-but I am sorry to say. I see his likeness in many men; they would sooner bring the day of Vengeance on themselves, and free the devil from his just punishment, than let the devil have his due. For they gave him a corner chair to set in their hearts, because he may not disturb them. But I will assure them in the end, they will find the devil to be like a Gentleman's Gardener, who courted the Gentleman's Maid, and made great professions of love to her, till he had brought her with Child and then he ordered her one night to come at mid-night to such a Garden at her Master's, and he would meet her there, and take her to Church to be married early in the morning; but while the bloody wretch was digging the Grave, to bury her when he had murdered her, the Gentleman was warned by a dream, that his Gardener was digging of a Grave, to

George Hey, near Leeds,

murder his Cook, he told his wife of it, and said he'd go down---she desired him not, and said it was only a dream. He went to sleep and dreamt the same again-he then said, he would rise, but his Wife persuaded him not to listen to dreams. He went to sleep again, and dreamt the same the third time; he then sprung off his bed, and said, he'd lay there no longer, tili he searched out the truth of his dream. He slipped on his Night-gown and went down and met his Cook Maid at the door, dressed to meet her devilish lover. He asked the maid where she was going, she was compelled to tell him she was going to meet his Gardener to go to Church to be married. He told her she should not. The poor innocent maid burst into tears, and said she must go, for she was with Child by him. The Gentleman told her, he was only going to inurder her, and to convince her he would go first to the Garden, which he did, and left the poor maid trembling in the house. When he came, he found the Gardener had dug a very deep Grave; he asked him what he was doing? The wretch answered making of a Cucumber-bed. The Gentleman told him it was the wrong season of the year to make Cucumber-beds-And he knew from the maid that told him she was with Child by him, and he 'had appointed her to meet him there, that he had designed to murder her, and had dug that for her Grave. The wretch finding that he was betrayed fled from his master and left the country.-And 'now I shall insert Joanna's dream of last night. "I dreamt last night, that I was to go to be married with my Brother Page that is dead; my Brother-in-law. He first made love to me, and then married my Sister. But to this I thought I