After going on thus for a while, up gets a tall, wild-looking woman, as pale as a ghost, and trembling from head to foot, who, stretching out her long arms towards the man who had spoken, bade the people take notice that this was the angel spoken of in Revelation, flying through the midst of heaven, and crying, Woe! woe! to the inhabitants of the earth! with more of the like wicked rant, whereat I was not a little discomposed, and, beckoning my brother, left them to foam out their shame to themselves.
The next morning, we got upon our horses at an early hour, and after a hard and long ride reached Mr.Torrey's at Weymouth, about an hour after dark.

Here we found Cousin Torrey in bed with her second child, a boy, whereat her husband is not a little rejoiced.

My brother here took his leave of me, going back to the Plantations.

My heart is truly sad and heavy with the great grief of parting.
May 30.
Went to the South meeting to-day, to hear the sermon preached before the worshipful Governor, Mr.Broadstreet, and his Majesty's Council, it being the election day.

It was a long sermon, from Esther x.3.