A rout, a rout: or some part of the Armies quarters beaten up, by the day of the Lord stealing upon them.: Wherein is briefly discovered the present cloudy and dark appearance of God amongst them. / By Joseph Salmon, a present member of the Army.

To the Fellowship (of SAINTS scattered) in the ARMIE.

Dear Hearts,

I Know it will be a wonder to some of you, to be∣hold this Frontispiece faced with my Character; and truly, it is as much my wonder as yours: I little thought that ever God would have called me hither.

Friends, I am yet amongst you, I own you, I can say A∣men to your Proceedings, although I cannot close with you in the managing of them. I have a fellowship with you in the Lord: but I am distant from your dark and fleshly en∣terprises.

You are a scattered seed amongst tares, and it is your name that upholds the fame of the whole: You are that little Leaven hid in the meale, whose reputation seasons the whole lump; if it were not for you, this power of the Sword would vanish and be annihilated. Behold, I shew you a Mystery, it is yet hidden from many, yea most of you; Thus saith the Lord of Hosts, The day is coming, and now is, when I will gather up my jewels in the Army (from under this dark and carnall form of the Sword) into my self; where I will be unto them Life, Liberty, Priviledge and Satisfaction, the fulness of Arrears, and plenty of Accommodation; when they shall no more contend with the world for outward Interest, but beholding all in Divine

fulness, shall in the enjoyment of it sit down con∣tented. And this I partly see fulfilled in my self and o∣thers.

But now it may be you will wonder why I yet remain a∣mongst you, seeing I am brought hither; I am sure many of your verdicts will passe upon me, I shall not want the cen∣sure of most. But it is no matter, Cast all your cruelty and malice upon me; the Lord in me is mighty to bear it; I will own it all, being willing to become sin for you, though the Lord in me knows no sin; that you, together with me, may be presented in the Lord an eternall righteousnesse.

I have but this at present to say: I am now with you, as Mary at the Sepulchre, waiting to see the Lord: but he is risen. Your carnall affairs are the Sepulchre where the Lord is buryed to me; he is not here, he is certainly risen, but where to see him in his next appearance, I wait: I must stand at the sepulchre till the voyce be uttered behinde me, which I beleeve will be shortly, both to me and many others. Till the day break, and the shadows flee away, Farewell my Beloved, be thou as a Roe, or a young Hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Sirs,

I am yours, JOS. SAL.