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was to be ſeen; another Man, I heard him, adds to his Words, ’tis all wonderful, ’tis all a Dream: Bleſſed be God, ſays a third Man, and let us give Thanks to him; for ’tis all his own doing: Human Help and human Skill was at an End. Theſe were all Strangers to one another: But ſuch Salutations as theſe were frequent in the Street every Day; and in Spight of a looſe Behaviour, the very common People went along the Streets, giving God Thanks for their Deliverance.

It was now, as I ſaid before, the People had caſt off all Apprehenſions, and that too faſt; indeed we were no more afraid now to paſs by a Man with a white Cap upon his Head, or with a Cloth wrapt round his Neck, or with his Leg limping, occaſion’d by the Sores in his Groyn, all which were frightful to the laſt Degree, but the Week before; but now the Street was full of them, and theſe poor recovering Creatures, give them their Due, appear’d very ſenſible of their unexpected Deliverance; and I ſhould wrong them very much, if I ſhould not acknowledge, that I believe many of them were really thankful; but I muſt own, that for the Generality of the People it might too juſtly be ſaid of them, as was ſaid of the Children of Iſrael, after their being delivered from the Hoſt of Pharaoh, when they paſſed the Red-Sea, and look’d back, and ſaw the Egyptians overwhelmed in the Water, viz. That they ſang his Praiſe, but they ſoon forgot his Works.

I can go no farther here, I ſhould be counted cenſorious, and perhaps unjuſt, if I ſhould enter into the unpleaſant Work of reflecting, whatever Cauſe there was for it, upon the Unthankfulneſs and Return of all manner of Wickedneſs among us, which I was ſo much an Eye-Witneſs of my ſelf;