The journal of George Fox, vol. 1 of 2 : $b Being an historical account of his life, travels, sufferings, and Christian experiences.Fox, George
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The journal of George Fox, vol. 1 of 2 : $b Being an historical account of his life, travels, sufferings, and Christian experiences.
Fox, George
Fox, George, 1624-1691
We passed from IPSWICH to MENDLESHAM, in SUFFOLK, where Robert Duncan
lived. There we had a large quiet meeting, and the Lord’s power was
preciously felt amongst us. Then we passed to a meeting at Captain
Lawrence’s in NORFOLK; where, it was supposed, were above a thousand
people; and all was quiet. Many persons of note were present, and a
great convincement there was; for they were turned to Christ, their way
and their teacher, and many of them received him, and sat down under
him, their vine. Here we parted with Amor Stoddart and some other
Friends, who intended to meet us again in HUNTINGDONSHIRE.
About two in the morning we took horse for NORWICH, where Christopher
Atkins had run out, and brought dishonour upon the blessed truth and
name of the Lord. But he had been denied by Friends; and afterwards he
gave forth a paper of condemnation of his sin and evil. We came to
YARMOUTH, and there stayed a while; where there was a Friend, Thomas
Bond, in prison for the truth of Christ. There we had some service; and
some were turned to the Lord in that town. From thence we rode to
another town, about twenty miles off, where were many tender people; and
I was moved of the Lord to speak to them, as I sat on my horse, in
several places as I passed along.
We went to another town about five miles from thence, and set up our
horses at an inn, Richard Hubberthorn and I having travelled five and
forty miles that day. There were some friendly people in the town; and
we had a tender, broken meeting amongst them, in the Lord’s power, to
his praise. We bid the hostler have our horses ready by three in the
morning; for we intended to ride to LYNN, about three and thirty miles,
next morning. But when we were in bed at our inn, about eleven at night,
the constable and officers came, with a great rabble of people, into the
inn, and said they were come with a hue and cry from a justice of peace,
that lived near the town about five miles off, where I had spoken to the
people in the streets, as I rode along, to search for two horsemen, that
rode upon gray horses, and in gray clothes; a house having been broken
up on the Seventh-day before at night. We told them “we were honest,
innocent men, and abhorred such things;” yet they apprehended us, and
set a guard with halberts and pikes upon us that night; making some of
those friendly people, with others, to watch us. Next morning we were up
betimes, and the constable with his guard carried us before a justice of
peace about five miles off. We took two or three of the sufficient men
of the town with us, who had been with us at the great meeting at
Captain Lawrence’s, and could testify that we lay both the Seventh-day
night, and the First-day night, at Captain Lawrence’s; and it was the
Seventh-day night that they said the house was broken up.
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