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March the 10th. 1676.
This Day we were set upon, by that strong Warriour, that had assumed a poor corporeal Shape, to shoot forth his venemous Arrows in great bitterness for to disturb us. Which Grievance I did present in Prayer to my God, that these raging Spirits might be bounded. My Spirit crying and bewailing this wrath∣ful, boyling Cauldron, that the Infernal dark Powers had kindled the Fire here∣unto, that so unsavoury Fumes do Daily, as Scurn herefrom rise. I besought then the Lord, that if by any means both she, and we might be delivered from these Buffet∣ings, and serpently Stingings. My Spi∣rit crying, Oh Lord, what have we done that this foaming tempestuous Sea must still roar about our Ears; Is it needful it should be so? Then reveal thy Mind herein still further to us. Upon which, I quietly reposed, committing the whole of this Concern to that mighty One, from whom both the Help and Power must only come, to allay all of this boi∣sterous Nature. About break of Day