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The Life and Prophesies

and their march so hasty, that they could not be convened when they came near the city, they turned him upon the horse, and led him backward; which made many to weep to see their old minister in that posture, he being for some years settled minister in the Barony kirk; and some wicked to rejoice. When they came to the tolbooth, they halted until the magistrates came to receive them. John Nisbet, Bishop Paterson of Glasgow's factor, looking over the stair, out of his great wickedness, merrily said, Mr Cargill, (three times over in sport) In effect, will you not give us one word more? This he said, because Mr Cargill, in public, sometimes said, In effect we will say that one word, or, I have one word more to say. Mr. Cargill looked to him, and with concernedness, said, Wicked poor man, why do ye mock? Ere you die, you will desire one word, and will not get it. Shortly thereafter, he was struck dumb, his tongue swelling in his mouth. Robert Goodwin and John Hodge, two Glasgow men, who were witness to this, and went to visit him lying in that case, told me this when in prison, in the years 1684 and 85, in the Canongate of Edinburgh, Robert Goodwin desired him to write what stopt him from speaking, and if he had a great desire to speak. He wrote! "That it was a just judgment from the Lord, and the sayings of the minister verified upon him, for his mocking of him; and if he had the whole world, he would give it for the use of his tongue again:" But that he never got.

Bonshaw hasted to Edinburgh with his prisoners. When Mr. Cargill came before the council, chancellor Rothes raged against him, being one of the seven whom he had excommunicated at the Torwood the preceding year, and gave them over to their father the devil, whole works they did, and to whole service they had dedicated themselves. Rothes threatened him with extraordinary torture, and a violent death. He said, my Lord Rothes, forbear to threaten me; for, die