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 To the same purpose spoke the two following ministers, vis. Mr Thomas Lundie, a godly minister in the North of Ratray: his sister a lady in that country, who died in the year 1683, gave the following account, that the said Mr Lundie, after some sickness and seeming recovery again, which comforted them: bit one morning, he lying longer than ordinary in his chamber, the foresaid lady knocking at his chamber door, who opening it, found him more than ordinary weighed; she asked him the reason, seeing he was now better; whereupon, smiling, he said, within a few hours I will be taken from you; but, alas! for the day that I see coming upon Scotland: The Lord has letten me see the Frenches marching with their armies through the breadth and length of the land, marching to their bridle reins in the blood of all ranks, and that for a broken, burnt, and buried covenant? but neither ye nor I will live to see it. As also one Mr Douglas, a godly minister in Galloway, a little before his death, seeming as slumbering in his bed, his Wife and other friends standing by, when he awakened, he seemed more than ordinary weighted, and groaned heavily, saying, sad days for Scotland. His Wife asked him, what will be the instruments? He said, the swords of foreign enemies; they will be heavy and sharp, but not long; but they will not be yet, but not long to them; but, O glorious days on the back of them to poor wafted Scotland!

Some notes of his last preface in the Coloun Wood, at the Water of Ayr, a little before his death.

My master is the rider, and I am the horse, I never lose to ride but when I find the spurs; I know not what I have to do amongst you this night: I wish it may be for your good, for it will be the last: It is long since it was our desire to God, to have you taken off our hand; and now he is granting us our desire. There are four or five things I have to tell you this night, and the first is this, a bloody sword, bloody sword, a bloody sword, for thee, O Scotland, that shall tear the hearts on many, 2dly, Many miles shall you travel, and shall see nothing but desolations and ruinous wastes in thee, O Scotland. 3dly, The fertilest places in Scotland, shall be as waste and desolate as the mountains, 4thly, the Women with child shall be ript up and dashed to pieces. 5thly, Many a Conventicle has God had in thee, O Scotland; but ere long God will have a Conventicle that