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August the 20th. 1677.
I have great Soul-wrestlings about a restraint from the Broad Walks of the World. The former part of the Night I spent thus, being made sensible of the divine pleasurableness of keeping to the Narrow Track of the Spirit. I was then greatly thoughtful, how we that were, as in the midst of a thicket of wild thorny Bria••s, should pass out as un∣touched, to get into that privacy of walking with God, according to the late words of Councel received from the Spirit; which word followed me still. In the midst of these solicitations that sprung in me, I was overset with a drou∣siness upon my animal sense. And im∣mediately I saw my own Person with another, got up a good height upon a mighty Bank, where some stragling Houses were; and we were minding to do and act some petty matters, and con∣cerns in them. Of a sudden I looked down, and beheld a Sea at the bottom floating; and a Voice cried, Hast way, for here is no stay. This Bank with all