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toy ; but when he found his name was in print, the jealousy of his honour alarmed his soul ; he thought he should be mocked by an unbelieving world, as the disciples were mocked of old. This he could not bear; in rage he sent for me, Mrs. Taylor, and Mrs. Jones, to come to his house ; hę abused me for ingratitude, in putting his name in print; as he had told me before, he would do any thing for me, if I did not print his name. I said I should not ; neither did I ; but I was ordered they should print the Letters as they were sent; and I told him it was the command of the LORD. He hastily answered, it was the command of the devil, that is to print his name; and he turned me from the Sacrament. I then was strongly influenced to say, his name should be blotted out of the Book before Christmas, that they came to prove the writings ; and if they were proved not of God, his name should stand blotted out for ever ; but if they were proved to be of God, his name should go out after Christmas. In this manner I wrote to my friends, who began to blot out his name, as I had done; and Mr. Bruce wrote him a letter, that they were blotting out his name, by his desire. He then came to Mr. Taylor's again, and brought back the ticket for the Sacrament, and begged Mrs. Taylor to give it to me; and said, there was no one in his church he should be more happy to give the Sacrament to than to me. I was ordered to go again ; and was told before, if he returned the ticket to invite me to come, I should go. The summer before this, when he gave the tickets, he was giving exhortations to the people that came for them in the church ; but when I came up, he said, “ I need not tell you your duty, for you know it alrendy." But when his name was put in print, he thought I was departing from it; but after he returned the ticket, and I had been at the Sacrament, the Christmas day, the gentlemen after came to Exeter, and I desired them to write to Mr. Pomeroy.
(9) The clergymen wrote accordingly, and he sent back a letter, that he should be happy to see the gentleman at his house by four o'clock the next day, if we would all promise never to put his name in print any more. I was in the house when the letter came, and told them that that request could not be complied with; but they might say they should be happy to see him upon any other terms to dispute the matter. When this answer was sent to Mr. Pomeroy, he sent his servant the next day to me, to desire me to come to his house. I went immediately to Mr. Taylor's, and desired the clergymen to go with me. The Rev. Mr. Foley and I went before. When he saw Mr. Foley with me he began to tremble, and said he did not send for the clergymen; he sent for me to come alone. I told him I did not like to come alone, but wished to clear up all before them. He then desired Mr. Foley and me to sit down, which we did. Soon after the Rev. Stanhope Bruce and the Rev. Mr. Webster knocked at the door ; the servant let thenı in, and told him there were two more clergymen at the door. He then trembled like an aspen leaf; his legs shook under him as though he could scarce stand, and looked about him as if he would have gone through the wall; and said, “I can't see them, I can't ; I am not prepared for them, I am not; I did not send for them, I only sent for you; and I did not think you would have brought thein with you." I said, I brought them to have the truth cleared up. For some time he kept the gentlemen in the passage, till shame made him ask them to come in'; and said, “ Do not stay in the passage, gentlemen.” They then disputed from whence the Writings came. Mr. Foley and Mr. Bruce assured him they were from the Lord. He said he did not dispute it, only intreated they would not put his name in print. They said they would not put that conversation then in print, but I promised him nothing ; so as they can
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 Lleft out in my letter, and only put in the *arguments that he pleaded they might be from my
self. The day that I sent, the letter to the Coffee- house, 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 Coffee. house to
house, 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 gen. tlemen 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
the Coffee-house direcily, 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 gat 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 let.. ter 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 dispited with him, that was not saying niy writings were from the devil. He threw himself back upon the chair and began to cry, " kill ine! 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 bim. 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. TayJor 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