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hanged, shot, and banished; their wives and children put from their houses, having no certain dwelling-place; all which I can instruct; some of all these being my acquaintance

When Marion was pressing him to eat, he said, Let alone, I cannot be pressed, for I took not that meal of meat these thirty years, but what I could have taken as much when I rose as when I sat down.

I had the happiness to hear blest Mr Cargill preach his his last public sermon, (as I had several times before, for which, while I live, I desire to bless the Lord) in Dunsyre common, betwixt Clydesdale and Lothian, where he lectured on the first chapter of Jeremiah, and preached upon that soul refreshing text, Isa. xxvi two last verses, "Come, my people, enter into your chambers," &c. Wherein he was short; marrowy, and sententious, as his ordinary was in all his public sermons and prayers, with the greatest evidences of concernedness, exceeding all that ever I heard open a mouth; or saw open a bible to preach the gospel, with the greatest indignation at the unconcernedness of hearers He preached from experience, and went to the experience of all that had any of the Lord's gracious dealing with their souls. It came from his heart and went to the heart; as I have heard some of our common hearers say, he spake as never man spake, for if his words went through them.

He insisted what kind of chambers these were of protection and safety, and exhorted us all earnestly to dwell in the clifts of the rock, to hide ourselves in the wounds of Christ, and to wrap ourselves in the believing application of the promises, flowing there from; and to make our refuge under the shadow of his wings, until these sad calamities pass over, and the dove come back with the Olive-leaf in her mouth. These were the last words of his last sermon

Sometime that night having several miles to travel, not daring to leave that desart place until it was dark, for fear of enemies: It was contrary to his inclination

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