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Pox on’t, ſays the Captain, I thought you had had a woman with you here; I could have ſworn I had heard one cry out as if ſhe had been raviſhing, and yet the Devil muſt have been in you, if you could convey her in here without my knowledge.
I defy the Devil and all his works, anſwered the He Methodiſt. He has no power but over the wicked; and if he be in the ſhip, thy oaths muſt have brought him hither: for I have heard thee pronounce more than twenty ſince I came on board; and we ſhould have been at the bottom before this, had not my prayers prevented it.
Don’t abuſe my veſſel, cried the Captain, ſhe is as ſafe a veſſel, and as good a ſailer as ever floated, and if you had been afraid of going to the bottom, you might have ſtay’d on ſhore and been damn’d.
The Methodiſt made no anſwer, but fell a groaning, and that ſo loud, that the Captain giving him a hearty curſe or two, quitted the cabbin, and reſumed his pipe.
He was no ſooner gone, than the Methodiſt gave farther tokens of brotherly love to his companion, which ſoon became ſo importunate and troubleſome to her, that after having gently rejected his hands ſeveral times, ſhe at laſt recollected the ſex ſhe had aſſumed, and gave him ſo violent a blow in the noſtrils, that the blood iſſued from them with great Impetuoſity.
Whether fighting be oppoſite to the tenets of this ſect (for I have not the honour to be deeply read in their doctrines) or from what other motive it proceeded, I will not determine; but the Methodiſt made no other return to this rough treatment, than by many groans, and prayed heartily to be delivered ſoon from the converſation of the wicked; which prayers were at length ſo ſucceſſful, that, to-
