A fountain of gardens watered by the rivers of divine pleasure, and springing up in all the variety of spiritual plants; blown up the pure breath into a paradise, sending forth their sweet savours, and strong odours, for soul-refreshing. By Jane Lead.

March the 5th. 1675/6.

THis Ghostly Ministration in the Pre∣pared Tabernacle, being all now in my Eye, knowing nothing else would glorifie Jesus his Ministry; The follow∣ing Manifestation hereof was after this manner pesented unto me: A large Fowl which had hatched two Birds I did in that Figure behold, till they were grown to be somewhat fledged, and able to look out for Food, but not able to encounter the cold Blasts, nor the Northen Winds, blowing very contra∣ry, and sharp upon them: which made them shrink for want of fresh shelter, while now they were thus driven to and fro, the Birds of Prey watched narrow∣ly them to devour. But away with speed was sent a fluttering Dove with out-spreading Wings over these to hover, to deliver them from the Kites Claws, which was just fastening upon the one, who was not so strong to run as the other who had got it self immediately under the Dove's Wing for shelter. Then say•…•… I a Hand snatched up the other Bird, and

put it under the Wing of the Dove, who with a swift Flight vanished with them into the Invisible Orb of Light.