How great the soul is! Do not you all wonder & admire to see and behold
and hear? Can you all believe half the truth, and admire to hear the
wonders how great the soul is--only behold--past finding out! Only see
how large the soul is!--that if a man is drowned in the sea, what a
great bubble comes up out of the top of the water! the last of the man
dying under water--this is wind--is the soul that is the last to ascend
out of the deep to glory--it is the breath from on high doth go on high
to glory. The bubble is the soul. A young fellow's for gunning for the
good of bodies and souls.
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My frinds & felow mortals there is A first Cose of all things most
Comle so it Came to pass that one Abraham bish up got A qanted with my
Dafter--shee A babey he Old in Eage and Larning and Colage Lant & Lawyer
Lant and preast Lant and masonik Lant and Divel Lant he was then Nothing
as for Cash he being A fox and A old fox he was After the graps he tasted
of them he Cryed out fower this Anne meal sent my Dafter home he sad A b
did Not git all the Lovs & Littel fishes but got A part and Now 9 years
I have Now had my Dafter Crasey in & by the Cose of this wild A & b hell
on Earth o o pittey me All good felow mortels sade Creater A b mad with
Larning & as pour as A snake and as proud as Lousfer he sade his father
was worth twenty thosand Dolors & he was Not more than five thousand
Dolors he send for bishup bass to be mared befor dublessed & Insisted to
be maried he says Daxter may Crye them Down in the Lore Reogon After sum
time thay got published then he in sisted Not to have Any witness went
and hid finly my gost my wife that was the gost 13 yearst Last march thay
where maried I was maried to the gost thirtey five Last may I have bin
in hell all the time more so sence Abraham bishup got in to my house he
hurt me and familey one tun of silver it was the Cose of my parting with
mis Dexter Now I Am free Now for A wife that has A sole the gost was A
gisard & A Cose all Round her A b striking my Dafter on hur side as shee
swares to grat Lawyer Dexter and to many others I be Leave it that knows
the trouth the bloue he gave hur on the side shee had to put plasters on
her side Neare three years when Likker is in the wit is scattered A b is
the beast or Creater two Leged Conekett boull short Nek boull head thik
hare big sholders black Corlley hare he wants to be A god but what I sot
sade Creater Down at short A quatence I Can prove it my selfe by men of
the sekent magentoude my gesing of the Creater it tourned out According
to my gessing and when I see my father the grat good man father Thomas
gefsion I will Let the Cat out of the bag and give Lite to the blind
sade A b will Doue for sum offess Everye Annemel will Doue for sumthing
A b will mak a midling good CAMP COLLEMON A thing hier if I am a Roug in
grane so be it A Lepard Cant Alter hur spots Nor beaver wont groue on A
houk back I be Leave if my father the presente koue the holl trouth of
A b treatment to my Dafter from her mouth the grat man woul shead tears
with greafe and all good peopel Like wise shocking is the A fare