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Rh From the Bendry-bridge he went to Fife, and baptized many children, and preached only one Sabbath at the Lomoid-hills, and haſted back to Clydeſdale, and cane to the Bentgrig in Cambuſnethen pariſh, where two friends, ſent from the ſocieties in Galloway to call him back there, to preach and baptize: where, after he enquired for their welfare and friends in Galloway, he ſaid, Have your friends now in Galloway any thoughts or fears of the French, or other Foreigners coming upon you? They ſaid, No. He roſe and went out being a deſart place, to a moſs-hag, being the beſt chamber of times that he, Cameron, Renwick, and Shields had in thoſe days, who diſplayed the public banner of the goſpel, after Bothwellbridge: It was but a ſhort time that he ſtaid in company and converſe. Theſe two Galloway men ſaid to other friends, in that bounds, who were my very dear acquaintance; who told me why does the miniſter ſpeir ſuch a queſtion at us? Theſe friends ſaid, Enquire at himſelf, for we find this is his ordinary with friends who have been any time out of his company. When he came in, they ſaid, We have been thinking on what you ſaid to us, and we cannot underſtand what you mean by it. After muſing a little, for that was his ordinary, eſpecially when they enquired any thing concerning the times, he ſaid, if I be not under a deluſion, (for this was his ordinary alſo, when he ſpoke of things to come) the French, and other Foreigners, with wicked unhappy men in this land, will be your ſtroke; and it will come in ſuch a nick of time, when one of theſe nations will not be in a capacity to help one another; for me I am to die ſhortly by the hands of theſe murderers, and will not ſee it, I know not how the Lord's people will endure it, that have it to meet with; but the foreſight and the forethought of it makes me to tremble. And then, as his ordinary was, as it had been to himſelf, ſaid, Short but very Sharp.

There were two very young lads, who were my