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21. On the ſecond of February, 1685, he was in the houſe of one Mr. Vernor, at night he and John Kilpatrick, Mrs. Vernor's father, a very old worthy Chriſtian, he ſaid to him, "John the world may weel want you and me," John ſaid, "Sir. I have been very fruitleſs and uſeleſs all my days, and the world may well want me, but your death will be a great loſs" "Well John, ſaid he, you and I ſhall be both in heaven ſhortly; but though you be much older than I, my ſoul will get the foreſtart of yours, for I will be firſt in heaven; but your body will get the advantage of mine, for ye will get reſt in your grave until the reſurrection; but for me, I muſt go to the bloody land (this was his ordinary way of ſpeaking, bloody or ſinful land, when he ſpake of Scotland) and die there; and the enemies out of their great wickedneſs, will lift my corpſe into another place; but I am very indifferent John, for I know my body ſhall lie among the duſt of the martyrs, and though they ſhould take my old bones and make whiſtles of them, they will all be gathered together, in the morning of the reſurrection; and then, John, you and I, and all that will be found having on Chriſt's righteouſneſs, will get day about with them, and give our hearty aſſent to their eternal ſentence of damnation." The ſame night after this diſcourſe, while about family worſhip, about 10 or 11 o'clock, explaining the portion of ſcripture he read, he ſuddenly halted and hearkened, and ſaid three times over, What's this I hear? and hearkened again a little, and clapt his hands and ſaid, "I hear a dead ſhot at the throne of Britain, let him go yonder, he has been a black fight to theſe lands, eſpecially to poor Scotland: we are all quit of him; there has been many a waſted prayer wared on him." And it was concluded by all, the ſame night, that unhappy man Charles II. died. I had this account from John Muirhead and others who were preſent, and confirmed in the truth of it, by ſome worthy Chriſtians when I was in Ireland.
