Diary of Jeremiah White Graves, Volume 1, Part 4

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210 There was a merchants Daughter, whose frinds all Papist were, The Lord her Heart, did soften to seek his face by Prayer She soon obtained his favor Delighted in his name renounce her former Idols content to suffer shame, with a weeping & with warling to her mother she did go Assemble all the council that they the truth might Know, - and when they were assembed the damsel they did call, and cast her into prison to frighten her withall The more they strove to frighten her the morefirmer she did endure, I value not your torment nor yet your fiery flame, I hope that christ my saviour will ease my mortal frame, Before the Judge they carried her hoping she would turn, But when their efforts failed them she was condemned to burn, took off her Golden Bracelets with cords they Bound her feet, o Lord give me Patience to die for them at last In come her Mother her Daughter to behold and in her hands she brought a Book covered over with gold, take hence from me those Idols convey them from my sight, and give to me my Bible whern wherein, I take delight weep not for me Dear mother pray be content The first who formed against me when I was innocent, torment & do your office with me as you think Best I hope that Christ my saviour will take my sould to rest, ye Ladies of the City mad mark well those words for your decay, amend your lives fair Ladies pray you dont delay —

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