New-Year's Day arriving, and the ministers, to whom I wrote, remaining silent, I consider their silence as evidence, that they cannot prove what I said not to be from the Lord, and have therefore published as I was directed.

In 1795, I sent him another letter, telling him, that danger still stood before us, and that the truth of what I had written in 1792 was to be proved by 12 men.

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

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

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

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

Another night I dreamed I heard heavenly music sounding in my ears, and a flock of sheep was gathering round it. When the music ceased, the sheep leaped for joy, and ran together, shaking their heads; and one shook his head almost off, and seemed to have nothing but ears.