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<HEAD>A wonderful Prophe&s;ie declared by Chri&s;tian James, a Maid of twenty two years of age, (late Daughter to Dan. James) who was born and bred near unto the Town which is called Pad&s;tow, in the County of Cornwal, who departed this life upon the 8. of Mar. With the true Relation of her behaviour, both in her life time, and at the hour of her death, worthy to be had in memory,</HEAD>
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<L>THe mighty Lord that rules in heaven,</L>
<L>&s;trange wonders doth to <HI>England</HI> &s;end</L>
<L>And many warnings hath us given,</L>
<L>'cau&s;e we our &s;inful lives may mend:</L>
<L>But like the misbel&eacute;eving Jews,</L>
<L>&s;o hard of heart our people be,</L>
<L>They think that nothing can be true</L>
<L>but that which their own eyes do &s;&eacute;e.</L>
<L>Wherefore good people mark it well,</L>
<L>i'le here lay open to your view,</L>
<L>A Song mo&s;t wonderful and &s;trange,</L>
<L>and can approve it to be true;</L>
<L>A Damo&s;el did near <HI>Pad&s;tow</HI> dwell,</L>
<L>within the County of <HI>Cornwal</HI> fair,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Parents had no childe but her,</L>
<L>&s;he was her Fathers only Heir.</L>
<L>To whom came many a brave young man</L>
<L>intending to make her a Wife,</L>
<L>But never tempting tongue could make</L>
<L>this Maid to change her maiden life:</L>
<L>And though her Parents riches had,</L>
<L>and co&s;tly garments her allow'd,</L>
<L>In comely habit &s;he would go,</L>
<L>and alwaies hated to be proud.</L>
<L>She ne're was heard to cur&s;e or &s;wear,</L>
<L>nor any word of anger give,</L>
<L>But courteous was in every thing,</L>
<L>to them that did about her live:</L>
<L>If &s;he heard any one to &s;wear,</L>
<L>or take Gods &s;acred Name in vain,</L>
<L>She told him that they crucifi'd,</L>
<L>our Saviour Je&s;us Chri&s;t again.</L>
<L>She often did frequent the Church,</L>
<L>and al&s;o did relieve the poor,</L>
<L>The Widdow and the Fatherle&s;&s;e</L>
<L>&s;he every day fed at the door:</L>
<L>Upon a time this Damo&s;el &s;he</L>
<L>fell &s;ick, and in a deadly &s;wound,</L>
<L>She lay for twenty hours &s;pace,</L>
<L>no life in her could then be found.</L>
<L>Her aged Father did lament,</L>
<L>her Mother &s;he &s;hed many a tear,</L>
<L>She wept, &s;he wail'd, &s;he wrung her hands,</L>
<L>for lo&s;&s;e of this her Daughter dear:</L>
<L>Alas, alas, my childe &s;he &s;aid,</L>
<L>how dearly have I tendred th&eacute;e?</L>
<L>And wilt thou now for&s;ake the world,</L>
<L>and leave me in this mi&s;ery?</L>
<L>I w<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">uld thy birth had b&eacute;en my death,</L>
<L>then never had I &s;&eacute;en this day,</L>
<L>This grievous moan the Mother made</L>
<L>by her dear Daughter as &s;he lay:</L>
<L>At la&s;t &s;he did &s;trong waters fetch,</L>
<L>and rubs her Temples and each Vein,</L>
<L>Till at the la&s;t th<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"> Damo&s;el had</L>
<L>recovered life and &s;en&s;e again.</L>
<L>And being come unto her &s;p&eacute;ech,</L>
<L>with voice mo&s;t &s;hrill aloud &s;he cry'd,</L>
<L>O Mother you have done me wrong,</L>
<L>this cannot be by you deny'd:</L>
<L>For I was in the way to Heaven,</L>
<L>two glorious Angels did me guide,</L>
<L>Who gently took me by the hand,</L>
<L>and held me up on every &s;ide,</L>
<L>SInging of P&s;alms and &s;piritual Songs,</L>
<L>&s;o long as we pa&s;t on the way,</L>
<L>Till one that had a golden Crown;</L>
<L>met us, and cau&s;ed me to &s;tay;</L>
<L>Return, &s;aid he, from whence thou cam'&s;t,</L>
<L>thy Mother for th&eacute;e makes great moan,</L>
<L>And tell the&s;e things which I declare,</L>
<L>unto thy neighbours every one.</L>
<L>Speak, this (quoth he) unto them all,</L>
<L>how that the Lord e're long will &s;end</L>
<L>A grievous puni&s;hment to them</L>
<L>that daily do his will offend:</L>
<L>This is the la&s;t age of the world,</L>
<L>even the very &s;ink of &s;in,</L>
<L>The puddle of iniquitie,</L>
<L>which you long time have wallowed in.</L>
<L>The Men and Wives live in di&s;cord,</L>
<L>the Father envies his own Son,</L>
<L>The rich, the poor, the old, the young,</L>
<L>do hourlie into mi&s;chief run:</L>
<L>Extortions and Idolatrie,</L>
<L>and hateful pride is now in u&s;e,</L>
<L>Bla&s;phemous Oaths and Cur&s;es vile,</L>
<L>the people count as no abu&s;e.</L>
<L>Gods Mini&s;ters are &s;et at naught,</L>
<L>the Sabbath is prophan'd al&s;o,</L>
<L>The poor lies &s;tarving in the &s;tr&eacute;et,</L>
<L>oppre&s;t with &s;orrow grief and woe:</L>
<L>The loath&s;ome &s;in of Drunkenne&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>and Whordome doth too much exc&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>He that can do his Neighbor wrong,</L>
<L>doth think he doth a godly d&eacute;ed.</L>
<L>Now ponder therefore what I &s;ay,</L>
<L>Dooms dreadful day is near at hand,</L>
<L>Wilde-fire and Brim&s;tone &s;hall de&s;troie,</L>
<L>the Heaven, the Earth, the Sea, and Land,</L>
<L>And every Soul before the Lord</L>
<L>a ju&s;t account he then &s;hall give,</L>
<L>His Con&s;cience &s;hall a witne&s;&s;e be.</L>
<L>in what condition he did live.</L>
<L>Then he that hath done well, &s;hall pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>forthwith to everla&s;ting re&s;t,</L>
<L>And live among tho&s;e glorious Saints,</L>
<L>which Je&s;us Chri&s;t our Lord hath ble&s;t?</L>
<L>Where Martyrs, Prophets, &amp; Patriarchs,</L>
<L>do <HI>Halelujahs</HI> ever &s;ing,</L>
<L>Glory and honour be to God,</L>
<L>and unto Chri&s;t our heavenlie King.</L>
<L>Then wo to them that have done ill,</L>
<L>when they &s;hall hear the Sentence pa&s;t,</L>
<L>Depart ye cur&s;ed into Hell,</L>
<L>who&s;e fire for evermore &s;hall la&s;t;</L>
<L>The &s;orrows that are here foretold,</L>
<L>will come on you er'e it be long,</L>
<L>Except repentance trulie dwell,</L>
<L>in hearts of all both Old and Young,</L>
<L>Repentance and true watery eyes,</L>
<L>will help to quench the burning flame,</L>
<L>Which God hath kindled to con&s;ume,</L>
<L>this wicked worlds mo&s;t rotten frame?</L>
<L>Let not your buildings all &s;o brave</L>
<L>be burnt and wa&s;ted with Gods ire,</L>
<L>Nor let your &s;ouls for whom Chri&s;t dy'd,</L>
<L>be burnt in Hells eternal Fire.</L>
<TRAILER>Here endeth the Prophe&s;ie.</TRAILER>
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<L>The&s;e Sp&eacute;eches &s;poke, the Maiden dy'd,</L>
<L>and came no more to life again,</L>
<L>Her Seul no doubt is gone to Heaven,</L>
<L>with glorious Angels to remain;</L>
<L>At her decea&s;e an harmony</L>
<L>of mu&s;ick there was heard to &s;ound,</L>
<L>which ravi&s;ht all the &s;tanders by,</L>
<L>it did with &s;w&eacute;etne&s;&s;e &s;o abound.</L>
<L>It pierc'd the Earth, the Air al&s;o,</L>
<L>yet no man knew from whence it came,</L>
<L>But each one &s;aid it came from Heaven,</L>
<L>and pre&s;ently upon the &s;ame,</L>
<L>The Magi&s;trates of that fame Pari&s;h,</L>
<L>which heard and &s;aw this wonder &s;trange,</L>
<L>De&s;ir'd to have it put in Print,</L>
<L>'cau&s;e wicked Men their waies might change,</L>
<P>The Names of the Ma&s;ters of the Pari&s;h that &s;aw the Maid on her death-bed and heard the words of the Prophe&s;ie which &s;he delivered, were as followeth. W. Wats Curate T. Davis, Head Cun&s;table, R. Wilkins, and C. Tanner, Church-wardens; who By the con|&s;ent of divers others in the &s;ame Pari&s;h, which were in pre&s;ence at the Damo<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">els Decea&s;e; cau&s;ed a Letter to be written and &s;ent from thence to London, on purpo&s;e to have it Prin|ted, whereby to avoid all &s;candal.</P>
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<CLOSER><DATELINE><DATE>March 8,</DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
<BYLINE>Contrived into Meeter by L. P,</BYLINE>
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<P>London, Printed for J. Wright, at the Globe in Little-Brittain.</P>
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