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 pariſhes of Cambuſnethen and Shots,) ſaid to me, they and ſome others, could not contain and forbear ſinging, but broke out with their whole hearts and whole ſtrength, ſo that they were never witneſs to ſuch loud ſinging, through the whole pſalm After the ſinging, in prefacing, he cried out, "Pack and let us go to Scotland, let us flee from one devouring ſword and go to another; the poor honeſt lads in Scotland, are running upon the hills, and have little of either meat or drink but cold and hunger; and the bloody enemy are purſuing and murdering them, wherever they find them, their blood is running like water upon ſcaffolds and fields; riſe, go and take part with them, for we fear they bar us out of heaven. Oh! ſecure Ireland, a dreadful day is coming upon thee within a few years, that they ſhall ride many miles, and ſhall not ſee a reeking houſe in thee; Oh! hunger, Derry, many a pale face shall be in thee; and fire, fire upon a town, whoſe name I have forgot, which was all burnt to aſhes. This had an exact accompliſhment four years thereafter. And for the profanity of England, the formality and ſecurity of Ireland, for the loathing and contempt of the goſpel, covenant breaking and innocent blood-ſhed in Scotland, none of theſe lands ſhall eſcape, ere all be done. But notwithſtanding of all this, Ill tell you good news, keep in mind this year, month and day, and remember that I told you that the enemies have got a ſhot beneath their right wing, and they may riſe and fly like a ſhot-bird, but ere this day ſeven years, the ſtrongeſt of them all ſhall fall." Then upon the ſixth, he was in that wood all day; and at night he came to the ſaid Mr. Vernor's houſe, where ſeveral of our Scots ſufferers were, he ſaid, Why are ye ſo diſcouraged? I know ye have got ill news of the dreadful murder of our friends in Scotland; but I will tell you good news, that unhappy, treacherous, lecherous man, who has made the Lord's people in Scotland tremble theſe ſeveral years bygone, has got his laſt glut in a lordly diſh from his brother, and he is lying with his tongue cold in his mouth. The news of this came not to Ireland for 24 hours