At my Return home on _Saturday_ at Night, I receiv'd yours: and having said nothing in my last concerning the Storm, I send this to tell you, that I hear of nothing done by it in this Country that may seem to deserve a particular Remark. Several Houses and Barns were stript of their Thatch, some Chimneys and Gables blown down, and several Stacks of Corn and Hay very much dispers'd; but I hear not of any Persons either kill'd or maim'd. A Neighbour of ours was upon the Ridge of his Barn endeavouring to secure the Thatch, and the Barn at that instant was overturn'd by the Storm; but by the good Providence of God, the Man received little or no harm. I say no more, not knowing of any thing more remarkable. I am sorry that other Places were such great Sufferers, and I pray God avert the like Judgments for the future. I am _Your real Friend to serve you_, _Orby_, Dec. 18. 1703. Hen. Marshal. _SIR_, I have no particular Relation to make to you of any Deliverance in the late Storm, more than was common with me to all the rest that were in it: but having, to divert melancholly Thoughts while it lasted, turn'd into Verse the CXLVIII Psalm to the 9th, and afterwards all the Psalm; I give you leave to publish it with the rest of those Memoirs on that Occasion you are preparing for the Press. SIR, _Your_, &c. Henry Squier. I. Verse 1, 2 _Hallelujah: From Heav'n The tuneful Praise begin; Let Praise to God be giv'n Beyond the Starry Scene: Ye Angels sing His joyful Praise; Your Voices raise Ye swift of Wing._ II. 3, 4 _Praise him, thou radiant Sun, The Spring of all thy Light; Praise him thou changing Moon, And all the Stars of Night:_ _Ye Heav'ns declare His glorious Fame; And waves that swim Above the Sphere._ III. 5, 6 _Let all his Praises sing, His Goodness and his Power, For at his Call they spring, And by his Grace endure; That joins 'em fast, The Chain is fram'd, Their Bounds are nam'd, And never past._ IV. 7, 8 _Thou Earth his Praise proclaim, Devouring Gulfs and Deeps; Ye Fires, and fire-like Flame, That o'er the Meadows sweeps; Thou rattling Hail, And flaky Snow, And Winds that blow To do his Will._ V. 9, 10 _Ye Prodigies of Earth, And Hills of lesser size, Cedars of nobler Birth, And all ye fruitful Trees; His Praises show All things that move, That fly above, Or creep below._ VI. 11, 12 _Monarchs, and ye their Praise, The num'rous Multitude; Ye Judges, Triumphs raise; And all of nobler Blood: Of ev'ry kind, And ev'ry Age, Your Hearts engage, In Praises join'd._