The end of all things is at hand; that Satan's kingdom will be destroyed, and Satan chained down for a thousand years, and Christ's kingdom established upon earth.

I was now ordered to have my writings copied, and put into the printer's hand.

In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.

The next summer, 1794, corn grew dear, and distress began in our land.

I am the fool, and must be the sufferer, if it be not of God.

Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

At the end of 1795 and beginning of 1796, I was ordered to write to the Church ministers.