Inftruments of God's Wrath, to execute Judgments upon ungodly Men, and convince them of the ill Deeds which they have ungodly committed; as during the Peftilence in David's Time, when the King faw the Destroying Angel standing between Heaven and Earth, having a drawn Sword in his Hand, ftretched over Jerufalem. Such Delegates we might, without Fanaticism, suppose to be the generall, though unseen, Instruments of public Chastisements; and, for our particular Comfort, we had equall Reason to repose on the Affurance, that even amid the Pestilence that walked in Darkness, and

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the Destruction that wafted by Noonday, the Angels had charge over each particular Believer, to keep them in all their Ways. Adding, that, though he forbore, with Calvin, to pronounce that each Man had his own Guardian Spiritt,―a Subject whereon Scripture was filent,-we had the Lord's own Word for it, that little Children were the particular Care of holy Angels.

And this, and othermuch to fame Purport, had foe foothing and fedative an Effect, that we might have gone to Bed in peacefull Trust, onlie that Dr. Paget muft needs bring up, after Supper, the correla

tive Theme of the great Florentine Plague, and the poisoned Wells, which fett Father off upon the Acts of Mercy of Cardinal Borromeo,not him called St. Charles, but the Cardinal-Archbishop, and foe, to the Peftilence at Geneva, when even the Bars and Locks of Doors were poisoned by a Gang of Wretches, who thought to pillage the Dwellings of the Dead; till we all went to Bed, moped to Death.

Howbeit, I had been warmly afleep fome Hours, (more by Token I had read the ninety-firft Pfalm before getting into Bed), when Anne, clinging to me, woke me up

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fhrill Cry. I whispered fearfullie, "What is 't?-a Thief under the "Bed?"

"No, no," the replies. "Liften!"

Soe I did for a While; and was just going to fay, "You were dream"ing," when a hollow Voice in the Street, beneath our Window, diftinctlie proclaimed,

"Yet forty Days, and London "shall be destroyed! I will overturn, overturn, overturn it! Oh! 'Woe, Woe, Woe!"

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I fprang out of Bed, fell over my Shoes, got up again, and ran to the Window. There was Nothing to be seen but long, black Shadows

in the Streets. The Moon was behind the House. After looking forthe awhile, with Teeth chattering, I was about to drop the Curtain, when, afar off, whether in or over fome diftant Quarter of the Town, I heard the fame Voice, clearlie enow to recognise the Rhythm, though not the Words. I crept to Bed, chilled and awe-stricken; yet, after cowering awhile, and faying our Prayers, we both fell asleep.

The first Sounde this Morning was of Weeping and Wayling. Mother had beene scared by the Night-warning, and wearied Father

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