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 at his burial, shall be distracted and mad for fear, not knowing what to do: then, John, there shall be brave days, such as the church of Scotland never saw the like of but I shall not see them, but you may.

41. In the same year 1685, preaching in the night time in a barn at Carrick, upon that text, Psal. lxviii 1,2 'Let God arise, and let his enemies be scattered: let them that hate him flee before him. As smoke is driven, so drive thou them.' So insisting, how the enemies and haters of God and godliness, were tossed and driven smoke or chaff by the wind of God's vengeance,  on earth; and that wind would blow them all to hell in the end. Stooping down, there being chaff among feet he took a handful of it, and said, The duke of York, the duke of York, and now king of Britain, a known enemy of God and godliness, it was by the vengeance  God that he ever got that name; but as ye see me  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.

42. About this time, preaching in Carrick, in the parish of Girvan in the day time in the fields, David Mason, then a professor, came in haste, trampling upon the people to be near him; he said, There comes the devil's rattle bag, we do not want him here. After this, the said David became officer in that bounds, and an informer, running thro rattling his bag, & summoning the people to their unhappy courts for their non-conformity; for that, he and his got that name of the devil's rattle bag, and to this day do. 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 you it; you & yours must enjoy it, there’s no help for it.

43. A little before his death, he was in Auchincloich, where he was born, in the house of John Richman, being two beds in one room, one for him and one Andrew, who dwelt in and about the New-milns; where Andrew offered to go to his bed, he heard him very importunate with the Lord to have pity upon the west 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, see how they run, how long will they run? Lord, cut their houghs, and stay them running. Thus he continued all night; sometimes on his knees, and sometimes walking, in the