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 away that chaff, so the wind of that vengeance shall blow and drive him off that throne; and he, nor no other of that name, shall ever come on it again.

About this time, preaching in Garrick, in the parish of Girvan, in the-day-time in the fields, David Mason, then a professer, came in haste, trampling upon the people to be near him; he said, there comes the devil’s rattling bag, we do not want him here. After this, the said David became officer in that bounds, and an informer, running through, rattling his bag, and summoning the people to their unhappy courts for their non comformity; for that he and his got that name of the devil’s rattle bag, and to this day so. Since the revolution, he complained to his minister, that he and his got that name: the minister said, ye well deserved it, and he was an honest man that gave it you; you and yours must enjoy it, there is no help for it.

A little before his death, he was in Auchincloish; where he was born, in the house of John Richman, there being two beds in one room, one for him and one Andrew—, who dwelt in and about the New-milns; when Andrew offered to go to his bed, he heard him very importunate with the Lord to have pity upon the Weft of Scotland, and spare; a remnant, and not make a full end in the day of his anger; and when he was off his knees, walking up and down the chamber, crying out, Oh! the Monzies, the French Monzies, fee how they run, how long will they run? Lord, cut their boughs, and stay their running. Thus he continued all night, fame times on his knees, and fame times walking. In the morning they enquired what he meant by the Monzies? He said, O sirs, ye will have a dreadful day by the French Monzies, and a set of wicked men in these lands, who will take part with them; the West of Scotland will pay dear for it; they will run thicker in the water of Ayr and Clyde than ever the Highlandmen did. I lay in that chamber about three years ago, and the said John Richman and his Wife told me, that these were his words. At other times to the same purpose, saying, O! the Monzies, the Monzies, will be through the breadth and length of the South and West of Scotland! O! I think I see them at our fire sides, slaying man, Wife, and children; The remnant will get a breathing; but they will be driven to the Wilderness again, and their sharpest showers will be last.