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in his name; as I could not be a judge of invisible spirits, if they came in the name of the Lord, as an angel of light, to deceive; but as all knowledge was in the Lord, and all power was in his hands, in him was all my trust, and to know his will, and obey it, was the desire of my soul, earnestly praying, that I might not be deceived by the subtlety of Satan's arts. To my petition I was answered, the Lord would set signs before me, whereby I should know, that the visitation was from the Lord; and various signs of trifling things, as well as those of greater consequence, what should happen in all nations, were then foretold me; which may be seen in the book of the Trial; and which Mrs. Taylor gave evidence of, 60th page. When she was questioned, if any particular circumstance took place, according to my predictions, she answered, There was scarce any thing hap"pened to the nation, or to particular fami"lies, or individuals, with whom she was ac"quainted, that she, Joanna, did not inform me would happen before it did; and all were "fulfilled, as Joanna predicted; and this con"tinued for two or three years."

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But as Hann hath brought forward my being deceived concerning my father's death, as a proof of my being led by the devil, I shall here give the account concerning my father; and at what time I was deceived by the devil; and the reasons assigned to me, why the Lord permitted it, as I have now my writings open by me, that were written at the time. As Hann hath said, that I predicted my father's death would take place in ninety-nine, I shall pen the particulars from my writings. In July, 1799, my father came to my sister's at Plymtree, when I was there; he was taken very ill at that time, and we judged him dying. I was answered-" In all thy writings, I have compared

thy father to the nation in his life, and so he must end in his death; but the end is not yet." After this my father grew better, and I was shewn, in a dream, a length of chain, that went across a large field, which was compared to my father's life. My sister inquired, if the length of chain lasted a month; as we judged he could not recover; to her inquiry I was answered

"The type is deep what lies behind,
Beyoud the reach of human eye,
Or what your wisdom can discern,
When I from types and shadows warn.
When I explain this simple thing,
That I from types and shadows bring,
Doth she discern how I do warn?

Or know what's hastening on?

Thy father's death, thou know'st I've said,
Must like your nation come.

The type that's deep would make some weep,
If they could see it plain:

One month thy sister doth allow,

Before she judge the end;

One month you'll see your destiny,
What will befall your land,
From every step thy father takes,

And how his end doth come;

For suddenly I say to thee,

I'll take him unaware;

And like your land he now doth stand---
Let sinners all take care!”

My

This Communication did not explain at what time my father would die; but I judged, from the words, that he would die at that time. sister said, if the answer was from the Lord, he would not die then. But the following year, 1800, in July, I was ordered to go to my father's house, and stay with him some time, which I did; and then was the time that the devil was permitted to deceive me concerning him, and told me, that my father would die on St. Swithin's day, and there would be thunder, lightning, and floods of rain. After the time was past, and

I found I had been deceived by the devil, I was in the greatest distress of mind, and said I was punished for my sins. I penned my feelings in the following manner: My only hope and trust is in the Lord, that he will take me out of this world, that I have been so many years weary of; and I hope to go down to the cold chambers of the grave, where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest; and I trust, the Lord will pardon my offences and forgive my sins; for it is against him, and him only, that I have transgressed; as to man, I can wash my hands in innocence; no man can lay any thing to my charge. When I had penned the distress of my mind, on being deceived, and determined to go home and burn my writings, I was answered in the following manner:

"Now thou hast ended I'll begin
To justify thy written hand;

For where's the man that can appear

To prove that wrong thou'st written here?
No: earth and hell may now combine,

I'll justify the heart of thine;

For I have tried thee to the end.

The arts of hell must now be penn'd:
He said, if I did thee disgrace,

Thou soon would'st curse ME to my face;
Therefore I tried thee all along,
To shame the tempter's lying tongue;
Because thy heart I well did know,
That with no lies thou home would'st go;
Nor neither curse me to my face;
But if from hell thou judg'dst 'twas plac'd,
Thou then would'st curse the tempter's art,
That on thee cast such fatal dart;
If thou didst judge it came from hell,
Thy written hand the truth will tell.
But here the tempter thou hast foil'd,
To say if I have thee beguil'd,
To break thy heart, that I am just ;
Then here the tempter's arts are cast.
Another way he did appear,

And said thou'dst hate thy father here;

If he should live, and did not die,
No more would'st thou regard of he;
Therefore I tried thee to the end,
To see how then thy heart would bend;
Still for thy father thou'dst provide.
So here the tempter thee belied,
As thou hast for thy father done,
When all thy money here was gone,
And for thy father still thou'dst feel.
So here the fiery darts of hell
Are cast against thee all in vain ;
For to thy God thou'dst still complain,
That thou hadst sinned in my sight.
I'll bring the mysteries all to light:
He said if I deceived thee here,
There was no way I could appear
To make thee to believe my word,
And judge thy writings came from God.
But now thou seest another way;
Thou knowest, like Job, I first did say,
That it would prove thy every cost;
For so the tempter's arts were plac'd:
The field is wide, thy heart is tried,
The tempter must stand mute.
For now to men I mean to come,
And with them all dispute;
I'll make it clear, I've spoken here-
Your Harvest now is come
More fatal than it was last year;

The truth will soon be known,
That men appear like Satan here,
And all did boast too soon;
But when you see your harvest clear,
Your sun will cloud ere noon.
Like Satan stands I say your land;

The end will make them mute.

But thou sayest thou art deceived in whom thou hast believed. Hitherto was my permission, to give Satan the advantage over thee, concerning thy father's death; but my words I shall fulfil, concerning the harvest, and they will find, that this boasted plenty will bring a scarcity; for ye do not discern, that man cannot live by bread alone: your pastures are dried up; your green fields are become white; the heart of the earth is

become as dry and unfruitful as the hearts of men. Last year I sent rain to make the grain as soft as men, to judge thou couldest foretel what was to come of thyself; and now I have sent the scorching sun, to make your land as dry as the hearts of men. Yet, I said I would preserve my wheat; but as I told thee before, that Satan's arts were strong against thee; therefore I tried thee to the utmost, in thy father's house, to see what was in thee, and to see if thou wouldest proceed, if thou judgedst thy writings were not from God; and when I saw the sorrows of thy heart, when thou hadst room to judge thyself deceived, and thy resolution fixed to go home and destroy all thy writings; if thou couldest judge them not of God, thou wouldest not invent any cunningly-devised fable to deceive mankind; nor proceed, to say the Lord saith, if thou hadst room to believe the Lord had not spoken; I then told thee what Satan had said concerning thee, and the reason why thy father's days were prolonged

In the beginning Satan came,
Now in the ending 'tis the same;
And let them judge thy written hand,
How his temptations there do stand;
And now the ending doth appear,

I tell thee plain he did tempt thee here,
When he did tell thee such a lie,
To say thy father he would die,
Before that August did appear,
On Swithin's day, now thou seest clear;
But all bis arts proved there in vain ;
Thy hand will prove how great thy pain,
When thou didst fear thou wast misled,
And by the tempter wast betray'd.
In the beginning it was so-

The heart of Eve no man doth know,
When she saw plain she was betray'd,
And by the serpent so misled,

How much her heart within did bleed;
And in the ending this is said,

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