Miss PRUDENCE B—R—D, to Lady ELIZ. M—D—SS, at — Castle, North. LETTER XIV. IN WHICH Miss PRUDENCE B—R—D…

Hearken, Lady BETTY, hearken, To the dismal News I tell; How your Friends are all embarking, For the fiery Gulph of Hell.

Brother SIMKIN's grown a Rakehell, Cards and dances ev'ry Day. JENNY laughs at Tabernacle, TABBY RUNT is gone astray, Blessed I, tho' once rejected, Like a little wand'ring Sheep; Who this Morning was elected, By a Vision in my Sleep:

For I dream'd an Apparition Came, like ROGER, from Above; Saying, by Divine Commission I must fill you full of Love.

Just with ROGER's Head of Hair on, ROGER's Mouth, and pious Smile; Sweet, methinks, as Beard of AARON Dropping down with holy Oil.

I began to fall a kicking, Panted, struggl'd, strove in vain; When the Spirit whipt so quick in, I was cur'd of all my Pain.

First I thought it was the Night-Mare Lay so heavy on my Breast; But I found new Joy and Light there, When with Heav'nly Love possest.

Come again then, Apparition, Finish what thou hast begun; ROGER, stay, Thou Soul's Physician, I with thee my Race will run.

Faith her Chariot has appointed Now we're stretching for the Goal; All the Wheels with Grace anointed, Up to Heav'n to drive my Soul.