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thought as much as the Quakers;” which he said, “was nothing

at all.” George, Alice, and Mary kneeled down in the court of the priest's house, and Mary prayed among the people. The priest ran upon her, and pulled her down; his sons, being ashamed of his brutishness, pulled him off her. The priest's madness and folly was hereby made manifest to the people.

Thomas Danforth, a magistrate of Cambridge, mentioned before, was one whose cruelties were exceeding great to the innocent. He laid his hand on Wenlock Christison's shoulder, in your governor's house at Boston, and said to him, “Wenlock, I am a mortal man, and die I must, and that ere long, and I must appear at the tribunal-seat of Christ, and must give an account for my deeds done in the body; and I believe it will be my greatest glory in that day, that I have given my vote for thee to be soundly whipped at this time.” Then said Wenlock, “Oh, wicked man! if thou hast nothing to glory in, in that day, but in drawing the blood of the innocent, and laying stripes upon the servants of the living God, thy glory will be turned into shame, and woe will be thy portion.”

So fulfilling the words of Christ: “The time shall come, that they that kill you shall think they do God service.” And in this the Scripture is fulfilled: “He that is born after the flesh persecutes him that is born after the Spirit.” And the saying of Christ, “These things will they do unto you, because they know not the Father nor Me.”

Some more of the Sufferings of Elizabeth Hooton.

Besides all the other grievances which have been spoken of concerning me, Elizabeth Hooton, in New England, which have been inflicted on me by the persecuting magistrates and ministers of that place, having been often whipped, often imprisoned, oft driven into the wilderness to be devoured by wild beasts or swallowed up by the deep waters, where I had many miles to go alone through the woods in the night, where no inhabitant was, yet did the Lord by His power raise me up, that He gave me a back for the whipper, and strength to go through all this, so that I went, and was not weary, nor fainted in these hardships. Twice was I whipped and imprisoned at Boston, and twice also at Cambridge, in New England, by the hands of bloodthirsty men, and four times was I whipped in other places. I was imprisoned also at Hampton and Dover, where a wicked constable came with a warrant, and fetched away a poor old man's heifer (who had little to maintain him), for three pounds five shillings fine, imposed on him by a fine of five shillings a day, for not hearing their teacher, which was a horrible oppression, five times worse than the Bishops' Law, which is but one shilling a day for not coming to hear their common prayer. I, being present, asked him, “Who made that warrant?” He said, “The treasurer, Peter Coffin.” But he read it, “In his majesty's name.” I asked him, “Who was that majesty?” He said, “The king.” Then said I, “In the king's name restore the poor man his heifer, for he hath made no such law.” But he would not. So I went to Peter Coffin, the treasurer, and I cleared my conscience to him, and told him, “That he had done contrary to God's law and the king's law in taking away the poor man's cow, for that the king had sent to them that their church-members should not make laws by themselves, excluding others.” He told me, “That he would take away more yet;” but the Lord stopped him in that purpose. From him I went to Richard Walden, the magistrate, to whom I said, “Yesterday thou and thy wife were at a fast, and to-day a poor man's cow is taken away in his majesty's name, by a warrant.” I asked him, “If he made that warrant?” He said, “No.” I said, “Then make a warrant to fetch her again.” But he answered, “If I had a cow he would fetch her.” I said, “It was contrary to God's law, and to the king’s.” “Then,” said he, “it is the devil's law.” I answered, “Then thou may take it home; as thou sayest it is the devil's law, so say I, for thou hast said it.” Then I bid him repent and turn from those wicked laws and wicked actions, or else God would cut them off. From him I went again to the constable, and bade him “restore the poor man his cow again, for he did not as he would be done by.” But he answered, “If the magistrate commanded him to take away the man's life, he must do it.” So you may see what law these men act by in persecuting the just. As Walden said himself, “It is the devil's law.” So a company of bloodthirsty men they are; both priests, and magistrates, and constables, and all in authority by them, act all in cruelty; for not only I, but many of our Friends, have suffered deeply by them; and when they have been laying their cruel and bloody stripes on the backs of the innocent, who being sustained by the power of God, and carried through their cruelty with so much patience and cheerfulness as not to flinch or cry out at their cutting and unmerciful strokes, some of their persecutors have said, “The devil was so got between she skin and the flesh, that they could not feel.” So brutish and savage, hard-hearted and cruel are ye, O professors of New England. From thence I returned again to Boston, and was moved of the Lord to go to their public meeting, and they abused me much whilst I stood there, though I spake nothing. But when the priest had done, I asked him, “What was that light he spake of?” for his text spake of the light. And he would not answer. But the rude multitude fell upon me, and threw me down; this was the fruits of their worship. So I denied their worship and their law, which showed itself to be the devil's law, as Walden had said. They haled me from thence to prison, where they kept me close prisoner two days and two nights, and gave me neither bread nor water; then they brought me to Bellingham, the deputy-governor, who said, “That the next time I came, I should be hanged;" and he gave out a warrant to whip me from the prison door to the town's end, and so forth of their jurisdiction. Then when I came again, they took away my horse to carry the king's commissioners away out of town, which was to me a great prejudice, for it might have cost me my life, in a dangerous journey I had to go, without my horse, with another woman Friend who was big with child.


Some more Sufferings of Thomas Newhouse, amongst many which were forgotten by them that gave in the rest.

Upon a lecture day at Boston, in New England, I was much pressed in spirit to go into their worship-house amongst them, where I stood silent until the man had done preaching; then my mouth was opened to the people with a word of exhortation, but, through the violence of some of the people, I was haled to prison, from whence, about three hours after, they fetched me out to the Court, where I was examined, and so returned to prison again until the morning; and into the Court I was brought again, where they had drawn up a paper against me, as they thought, of what I had said the day before; and they said, “Come, thou vagabond, and hear this paper read with two witnesses their hands to it, for we will handle thee.” And I said, “Read on; ” and I stood where I was until they had done. And they asked me, “Whether I owned it, or no.” And I said, “Yea, every word, and would make it good by sound proof, if I might have liberty to speak.” But they cried, “Away with him;’ and some took me by the throat, and would not suffer me to answer to it, but hurried me down stairs to the carriage of a great gun, which stood in the market-place, where I was stripped, and tied to the wheel, and whipped with ten stripes, and then loosed, and tied to the cart's tail, and whipped with ten more to the town's end; and at Roxbury, at a cart's tail, with other ten; and at Dedham, at a cart's tail, with ten more, and then sent into the woods.

And another time in my travels, I came to a town called Medfield, in New England, in Boston's jurisdiction, and I could not get a meeting; and it being the First-day of the week, when the priest had done, and the people came forth into the street, where I was standing waiting upon the Lord, these words ran through me, “O Earth, Earth, Earth, hear the Word of the Lord;" with some more words, but my mouth was presently stopped with a man's hand, and several sore blows I received amongst them. After that they carried me back again to the stocks, but they standing by the worship-house, they would not let me sit in them there, but took them up upon their shoulders, and carried them under a hedge, and put me in them two hours, where I had good service for the Lord, and the next day I was whipped at Dedham, at a cart's tail, with ten stripes, and the day following at Medfield, with ten stripes more, and sent away into the woods. THOMAS NEWHOUSE.

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