That say they are wed to ME;
And now despise the way I'AM come,
But Saul's Daughter they be.

And now the Sauls I tell them all,
· Their Children all shall die;

And Bathsheba more close to ME,
Shall in My Bosom lie;

Because unwise you me despise,.
And I'll despise you all;

You say my life that

you

When first to man I call:

would save,

But now the Last I strong do burst,
You do despise ME more,

Than ere the Jews did at the First,
So Saul's Daughter take care;
Lest you do see that rage in ME,
A bloody Husband come-
My Bible stands in Types for ye,
To make the end be known.
So I'll end here, and say no more,
Until this night be past;

That other Wonders shall appear,
To make the whole to burst."

Here we ended on Friday evening, June 22, 1804

(Signed)

JANE TOWNLEY.

Rev Sir,

From the same to the same.

Monday Afternoon, June 25, 1804.

It is fruitless to attempt to pen the agonies of Joanna's heart on Sunday night, June 24, from the Parable of the two women, and seeing Mrs. B was the woman murdered by satan's arts: her sufferings seemed more than she could bear. We were witnesses to her sufferings till sleep

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closed her eyes, calling to us, to beg we would join with her in prayer for that wretched, unfortunate woman; for she said, she clearly saw it was all satan's arts: and one parable, she said, came strong to her, that the LORD would act like Lord Burnet, which puzzled her mind, as she could not see herself any likeness to the wife of Lord Burnet; for she was as different to her as light and darkness. However, she was ordered the thing should be penned, and it should be explained. The next morning, when she awoke, to add to her further miseries, she was told, no books should go to Sbefore they had paid the money; and she should remember, Ananias and Sapphira were struck dead for keeping back the money that was to be put into the Treasury: and, as Joanna had sold it out, to put it into the Treasury to assist in carrying on the Lord's work; and they had kept it back-her soul trembled for S-; and, as she had received former friendships from her, was the more wounded and grieved to the heart, before the mystery was made plain before her-and then her sorrow was turned into joy. After she had written the letter to Mrs. S-, she was ordered to pen the story of It was a tale she heard when a child, but she cannot remember the beginning: only, that Lord Burnet was going to the Chace, and to leave his house for some days; and, before he went, it was said, that

Lord Burnet.

"Down he called his merry-men all,

By one, by two, and by three ;-
The first came down in velvet white-
The second came down in Pall-

The third came down Lord Burnet's Lady,

The fairest of them all;

She look'd as bright as the Summer's sun
Upon the little Musgroves; and he upon she again."

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After Lord Burnet was gone to the Chace, Musgroves and Lady Burnet went to bed together, which the little Footpage made an excuse to go to the Lady's room; and, seeing them in bed together, said, that Lord Burnet should know it before any sleep had closed his eyes

"But out she put her lilly white hand:
So white, so long, and so small;

And gave him a small box under the ear,
And bid him go tell his tale.-

So the little Footpage he took to his heels
and run,

And when that he came to some broad water side,
He smote on his breast and swam;

And when that he came to Lord Burnet's gate,
He knock'd so loud at the ring,

That none was so ready as Lord Burnet's
Porter,

To let the Footpage in

When that he came to Lord Burnet's Hall,
Where Lord Burnet sat at meat;

He said, if thou knew what news I have
brought,

Not a bit more thou'st now eat.

What news? what news? my little footpage,
What news hast thou brought unto me?
My wedded Lady is she brought to bed,
With a son or a daughter free?
Thy wedded Lady is not brought to bed,
With a son or a daughter free,
But now together both in thy bed.
The little Musgroves and she.--
If this be a lie, Lord Burnet did cry,
That thou hast brought unto me;

A new pair of gallows there shall be built,

And hanged thou shalt be.

If this be a true tale, Lord Burnet he cried,
That thou hast brought unto me;

My eldest daughter, the heir of my land, Brd tho

Thy wedded Lady she shall be.

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If this be a lie, Lord Burnet, he said,
That you have brought unto me;

A new pair of gallows there shall be built,
And hanged I will be.

If this be a true Tale! Lord Burnet, he said,
That you have brought unto me;

Thy eldest daughter, the heir of thy land,
My wedded Lady she shall be.

The last two verses are, the footpage repeating Lord Burnet's words back to him again, to claim his promise.

Then down he call'd his merry-men all,

By one, by two, and by three;

He bid them for to stand in stead,

For he did think there was never more need.

But one that ow'd Musgroves good will,

He took out a crumpled horn,

And blow'd so loud and so shrill,-
Away, Musgroves, away;-

O, hark! O hark! said little Musgroves,
I think I hear my Master's men,
Come tripping down over the plain-

No, No, lie still, and keep your body warm,
For neither one of my Lord Burnet's men,
Shall do thee or I any harm.

Then one that ow'd little Musgrove good will
He took out his crumpled horn,

And blow'd so loud and so shrill,

Away, Musgroves, away;

O, hark! O, hark! said little Musgroves,

'Tis time for to be gone:

I'm sure I hear my Master's men,
Come tripping down over the plain.
No, No, lie still, and keep thy body warm,
For 'tis my father's blind shepherd,
That's driving the sheep to the fold:-
But when Lord Burnet came to his house,
The Footpage knock'd with the Ring,
And then the Servant did appear,
To let the Footpage in.

Lord Burnet behind, they soon did find,
Unto his room did go;

And, as the Footpage said before,

He found the words were true.

Well, how dost thou like my bed, he cry'd?
And how dost thou like my sheets? -
And how dost thou like my wedded lady,
That lies in thy arms asleep?

O, well I like thy bed! he cri'd,
And well I like thy sheets!
But better I like thy wedded lady,
That lieth in my arms asleep!
Arise, arise, thou wicked man,
And put thy clothing on;

For 'tis a shame for any Lord

To kill a naked man.

There are two swords up by the wall,

Take thou the best, leave me the worst of all,

The first blow that he struck,

He struck Lord Burnet down;

The second blow Lord Burnet struck,

His brains laid on the ground.

Arise, arise, thou wicked woman,

And put thy clothing on;

For 'tis a shame for any Lord

To kill a naked woman.

So he kill'd the Lady and Musgrove

So merrily sings the bonny thrush,

So sadly sings the Sparrow

So merrily sung Lord Burnet himself,
For I shall be hang'd to-morrow.

wisNow, Joanna, as you have all tried your dom and can see nothing in this Parable, to compare the Likeness of the Lord;-the Likeness of the Adultress Lady, to compare with the World; and her Lover to the devil that seduced her-and. the Lord that slew them both, to the Likeness of Myself I shall compare this Parable Two ways. First, to My coming in the Body, as I always told thee to meet the Jews; but satan adulterated