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“At eleven I preached at Bearfield to about three thousand, on the spirit of nature, of bondage, and of adoption.
Returning in the evening, I was exceedingly pressed to go back to a young woman in Kingswood. (The fact I nakedly relate, and leave everyman to his own judgement of it.) I went. She was nineteen or twenty years old; but, it seems, could not write or read. I found her on the bed, two or three persons holding her. It was a terrible sight. Anguish, horror, and despair, above all description, appeared in her pale face. The thousand distortions of her whole body showed how the dogs of Hell were gnawing her heart. The shrieks intermixed were scared to be endured. But her stony eyes could not weep. She screamed, out, as soon as words could find their way, “I am damned, damned; lost for ever! Six days ago you might have helped me. But it is passed. I am the devil’s now. I have given myself to him. His I am. Him I must serve. With him I must go to Hell. I will be his. I will serve him. I will go with him to Hell. I cannot be saved. I will not be saved. I must, I will, I will be damned!” She then began praying to the devil. We began-