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not, I will, and Mr. Sharp shall cause it to be printed, for he told Mrs. Taylor himself, that he caused the copy of his own letter, that Mr. Sharp returned to him by his own desire, to be read in the public Coffee-house; and now the conduct that I acted upon, if he desired it, might be read in all the Coffeehouses. After the gentlemen were returned to London, he went to Mrs. Taylor's, and told her that he was plagued in the Coffee-house and in company with ministers, who told him he was the prophet, and wearied him out of his life. I then wrote a letter to the Coffee-house in Mr. Pomeroy's vindication; I pleaded every argument I could think of, that he had said to persuade me against it; I omitted every word he had said before, that my writings were from the Lord, and not from the devil; but this I left out in my letter, and only put in the arguments that he pleaded they might be from myself. The day that I sent the letter to the Coffeehouse, he went to Mrs. Taylor's and begged she would send for me. Mrs. Taylor did send for me. He began telling me how he was plagued on my account; and every body was plaguing of him, that he could not go into the Coffee-house, without their tormenting him. I shewed him the copy of the letter I had sent to the Coffee-house; he read it, and threw it on the ground with fury, and said, "If you do that you will ruin me; you could not do a worse thing than to send a letter to the Coffeehouse, to see your name and mine stand together." I told him I wrote to clear him, that they might not condemn him.. "Oh !" said he, " you have acted the very way to hurt me; I had rather you had set my house on fire. Is this your kindness for all the good offices that I have done you? Not one of the gentlemen have done more for you than I have;" (and he repeated all the good offices that are here mentioned ;) "and now," said he, "in return, you are going to cut my throat." I told him then I would go to

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the Coffee-house directly, and have back my letter. He said, "do, do go." I hastily went; but the

servant said the mistress of the Coffee-house was gone out, and had got the letter in her pocket. I sent word to the mistress, that she should not let that letter be shewed in the Coffee house, but return it to Mrs. Taylor. The next morning she sent word she would, and so she did, but she had then been out upon a visit, 'and had locked it up in her bureau. When I came back and told him that letter would not go out, he took another letter out of his pocket, and begged me to sign to that. I told him then our names must stand together, the same? He said, yes; but that would clear him, to say, that he said it was from the devil. Mrs. Taylor and I both told him, he never said it was from the devil. He said, yes, you know I did, the last time you two and Mrs. Jones were at my house. I said, yes, sir, you said it was the devil told me to put your name in print. Well, says he, that is saying it was from the devil. However, Mrs. Taylor and I both disputed with him, that was not saying my writings were from the devil. He threw himself back upon the chair and began to cry, "kill me! do! you will kill me; you don't know how I am situated: have not I got trouble enough, and now will you add more?" He again repeated all his good offices that are before mentioned, and pleaded my ingratitude, that I was killing of him; I was setting his house on fire; ruining of him; and for all the good offices he had done for me, I would not do one for him. I said I would do any thing that was in my power, but I would not sign to lies. He said I was roasting of him first, and putting him on the spit after he intreated and begged of me, as though his whole happiness, soul and body, depended upon my signing. Mrs. Taylor and I again expostulated with him, that he never said my writings were from the devil, but always said to the contrary. He argu

ed again, you know I said it were from the devil, when Mrs. Taylor and you were at my house. I again said, true, sir, you said my putting your name in print was from the devil. He said well, and that is saying it was from the devil. I said, if that would make him easy I would sign to it. He began thanking me as though I had saved his life; but I was so fluttered and confused that I scarce knew what I signed to. Mrs. Taylor said she was sure my writings were from the Lord; he said he did not persuade any one against them, only to put him out of the question. The next day I was answered, if he put that in the Newspaper, I should print against him. I went and told Mrs. Taylor of it; and Mrs. Taylor said she was going of herself, to tell him not to put it in print; that she could not see it right in the manner he had drawn me in to sign, and I said I did not see it right neither. So Mr. Taylor said he would go down to Mr. Pomeroy, and tell him what I said. Mr. Taylor went down in the morning, but Mr. Pomeroy was not at home, and they said he would not be at home till four o'clock. Mr. Taylor went down again at four o'clock, and told him I should print against him, if he put it in print, and I should publish his name. He said to Mr. Taylor he did not believe it. Mr. Taylor told him he knew I would. Then Mr. Pomeroy desired Mr. Taylor to go to the printer and get it out of the press. Mr. Taylor went to one of the printers, but I think he said the type was set; Mr. Pomeroy went down to the other printer, and I think he said the same. Mr. Pomeroy came to Mrs. Taylor's and sent for me again. As soon as I saw him I was full of fury and anger; I told him he had made me sign to lies; but he argued with me from that word. I told him other things he had put down was not true. He said he would blot out some of them: and so he did in the paper he had got in his pocket; but what use was that? He did not blot it out in the News

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paper, though he blotted out many things in the paper he had got with him, but the Lies stood in the Newspaper, which at that time I understood he wasgoing to change. He said, "Oh, my dear good woman, do sign, that I said it was from the devil!" He took me by the hand, by the arm, and intreated me as though his life had stood at stake, that I would deliver him out of that trouble. I felt anger and indignation rise in my breast. I said well, you said it, and I'll sign it, that the devil persuaded me to put your name in print, but blot out all your other words. Mrs. Taylor said, Joanna, I am afraid it will hurt your Prophecies. I said, no: what is of God cannot be overthrown by men; and I know my writings to be of God, and it is not all the men upon earth can overthrow them. He said that was true; and what he was doing could never hurt them, if they were of God; for, as I said, what was of man would come to nothing, and what was of God no man could overthrow. So he went out of the room. But judge my surprize the next day, when I saw in the Newspaper, that it was put in full of lies, in quite a different manner to what I thought; for he did not blot out of the Newspaper, though he had in the paper he had with him. I then wrote him a letter in fury, demanded back all my books and every letter I had sent him. He brought back my books to Mrs. Taylor's. Mrs. Taylor asked him where my letters were? He said he had burnt them. Mrs. Taylor looked at him with astonishment, and said, burnt them! He said, yes, he was persuaded to it. But here I blame myself, that I had not immediately demanded of him to bring me back every letter he had got of mine, and lay them all before him, and asked him if he could say with a safe con science, those writings came from the devil. This I blame myself; I blame myself I had not demanded them before I signed to his paper; for when I found he had burnt them, I saw he had acted with the

most deceitful and artful principle. I trusted to his honour, but found there was no honour in him. I wrote him a letter, telling him with what knavery he had dealt with me. He went to Mr. Taylor's, and said I had sent him the most severe letter that ever was penned. Mr. Taylor told him I was full of fury, that he had drawn me in to sign, that he said my writings were from the devil, and then to burn my letters, because they should not appear to prove they were of God. He said he was persuaded to do it; and I know it was the devil persuaded him to it; because the letters inust have condemned them all. But there my heart réproached me for ever trusting to the honour of a man, when I found there was no honour in him. I always told him the letters were put in his hands to be brought forward, for me or against me, and he always promised to keep them safe for me; but Oh, what were the agonies of my soul, when he sent me word he had absolutely burnt them! I could not have felt so much agony, if they had been writings of gold for ten thousand pounds, as I did for the loss of these letters. I began to repent my folly too late, that I had not made him bring back every letter, before I signed my hand to any thing. So I saw I had acted like a fool, and Pomeroy had acted like a knave; but as I did not suspect any knavery in him, I did not at first see my own folly in signing to what I knew he had said, and as he had declared it would free him of all his misery, if I would sign, to clear his honour, as he said, and that he chose to join with the unbelieving world, because the clergy and bishop of Exeter had said that he joined with me; and so with them he thought to shine in the honour of the world; but when his honour was tried, there was no honour in him to return my letters; neither could he plead one word for himself, only said he was persuaded to it, and so the devil persuaded him to act without honour or honesty. For he had letters of mine of

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