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 The Quaker said, Thou art a stranger, thou art very welcome, and shalt be kindly entertained; but I cannot wait upon thee, for I am going to the meeting. Mr Peden said, I will go along with you. The Quaker said, Thou may, it thou please; but thou must not trouble us. He said, I will be civil. When they came to the meeting, as their ordinary is, they sat for some time silent, some with their faces to the wall, and others covered. There being a void in the loft above them, there came down the appearance of a raven, and sat upon one man's head, who started up immediately, and spoke with such vehemence, that the froth flew from his mouth: It went to a second, and he did the same; and to a third, who did as the former two. Mr. Peden sitting near to his landlord, said, Do you not see that? You will not deny it afterwards? When they dismissed, going home, Mr. Peden said to his landlord, I always thought there was devilry among you, but never thought that never thought he did appear visibly among you till now that I have seen it. O! for the Lord's sake quite this way, and flee to the Lord Jesus, in whom there is redemption, through his blood, even the forgiveness of all your iniquities. The poor man fell a weeping, and said, I perceive that God hath sent you to my house, and put it in your heart to go along with me, and permitted the devil to appear visibly among us this night! I never saw the like before. Let me have the help of your prayers, for I resolve, thro' the Lord's grace, to follow this way no longer. After this he became a singular Christian; and, when he was dying, blessed the Lord that in mercy sent the man of God to his house.

19 There is an old Christian woman living at the Water of Leith, that in the beginning of 1685, went to Ireland, to the foresaid parish of Conert (being big with child) to an aunt's house, who lived there: Shortly after, she was safely delivered, and Mr Peden baptized her child. After she was recovered, she went on a Sabbath-morning to the foresaid John Slowan's house (where