To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.


Reverend Sir,     Exeter, May 27, 1801.

I HAD the honour and happiness to receive your kind affectionate letter; and may I be allowed the liberty to say unto you as our Saviour said unto Peter, “Blessed art thou bar Jona, for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee,—but the Spirit of the living God:” for the spirit of wisdom cometh from the Lord, and not from man.  Your deep discernment, by the letter you was so kind as to favour me with, must be greater than ever was seen by mortal eye, or ever understood by the natural ear.—Whatever learning a man may aspire to, he could not look into these two books and see the mystery of them, and have the language of his heart and soul assenting and consenting to its being divine revelation, before he saw the truth verified, if the Spirit of God had not pressed it upon him, and given you spiritual gifts, as great as he has given me of Prophecy.  The more I look into your letter, the more I am lost in wonder at you and all mankind.  Now I shall assign my reasons why I am clear the Spirit of the Lord hath visited me, and inspired me with the foreknowledge of what is to come.  From the truth of the past I rely on the truth of what is to come: and the mysteries of the Bible are revealed to me from the Lord, beyond the reach of human learning.  Thus I am clearly convinced, it is of God.  But to come to the purpose of my surprise,—I have been writing to ministers ever since 1793, and putting letters in their hands of what would follow in the events of the year—the harvests and the war: yet these truths did but puzzle the ministers more and more; they could not tell from whence the Spirit came: some placed it to my own wisdom and learning, others to the Devil, that came as an angel of light, and that my foreknowledge came from him; while other ministers laughed at their weakness, and said, there was not a word in my writings likely for me to be led by the Devil; and as they said my character was good, and the language not like that of hell, they would sooner judge it came of myself; not considering how they judged me the worst of women, to say, the Lord saith, when he hath not spoken.  This they never discerned, but affirmed they judged me a good woman, and that too much learning had made me mad, or deranged my senses, and I may add, made me a fool; for I cannot be a good woman, nor a sensible woman, if I can mock God, and deceive men, and trifle with eternity.  Thus I have marvelled at

< 2 >

mankind;—they do not discern how they judge, nor from whence the spirit came; for I may say, with the prophet of old,—“If it be not of God, how came it to pass?”—Now I have assigned my reasons why I marvel at the ministers here, I shall assign my reasons of you, Sir.  Your judgment was passed on reading of the two books, without consulting any one’s judgment: you say, Sir, you judged it of God, without partiality or prejudice; as you could have neither for a person unknown; but judged from the written word, as though you had seen with my eyes, and understood with my heart; one spirit seemed to visit us both—the spirit of wisdom and the spirit of prophecy.  But I must drop this subject for the present, and come to the other in my writings.  Your generous and kind offer I shall ever acknowledge.  A gentleman of your good sense and learning might be a great help to me, if you was present, to direct me how to place the words without changing the sense; but what is delivered to me from the Spirit I am ordered not to add thereto, nor diminish therefrom; but to put them in print as they are delivered to me from the Spirit of the Lord, and I have had repeated signs set before me to assure me it was of God, which always came true.

I have taken the earliest opportunity to send you this letter with the books by Mr. Charles Taylor: and Mr. Taylor, sen. will be in London in a fortnight, and will wait on you, when you may know any particular truths from him, as I worked at his house in the upholstering business in 1792, and told them then what was coming on the whole earth.

I am, with the greatest respect, your most humble servant and well-wisher.





To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, May 31, 1801.

THE letter I received from you hath made a deep impression on my mind.  I am truly convinced it was the Lord that opened your eyes to see in a different light from many other readers; yet that light is often put out by others, if we have not clear and strong grounds to support our belief of the truth we have received.  My books are sent to London by many different orders, and I am well assured they will not be approved by all; as many abroad have judged me an impostor for not printing the ministers’ names; but that omission was on account of the printer, who feared to give offence to the ministers.  But as I am clear from any arts or deceits, I wish to clear myself, and you, Sir.  If these objections should be made, I will give you the names of the ministers, and any one that disputes the truth is at liberty to send to them.  First, the Rev. Mr. Leach, who lived at Exeter

< 3 >

in 1795; secondly, the Rev. Mr. Pomeroy, of Magdalen-street, Exeter, whom I heard in St. Peter’s church in 1793, and to whom I have been writing ever since 1796, and he has many letters in his hands of the truth that followed—what would be the event of years, both with regard to the harvests and the war; thirdly, the Rev. Arch-deacon Moore, of Heavitree; fourthly, the Rev. Chancellor Nutcombe, West-Morchard; and fifthly, the Rev. Mr. Tucker, of Heavitree, with other ministers that are not mentioned in my books to whom I have written; and the Rev. Lord Bishop Courtenay, to whom I sent a letter in 1799.  His Lordship said he never received such a letter in his life; but could not tell by what spirit I wrote it.  The three ministers to whom I sent the letters last Christmas, mentioned in my first book, are, the Rev. Mr. Tucker, the Rev. Mr. Moore, and the Rev. Mr. Dennis, of Northernay, Exeter; and the Rev. Mr. Pomeroy, whose hands they were in.

I think it my duty to acquaint you with these particulars, as you was so kind to offer your assistance, if you could be of any use to me in correcting the errors of the transcribers and printer.  You will oblige me greatly, and clear yourself for the just credit you gave my writings, you will clear yourself and me to produce the names, for I know they will be disputed.  I am inwardly directed to make every truth clear before you, and I see the hand of Providence in it.  I received the letter at a time Mr. Taylor was coming to London, who knew the truth from the beginning; a man whose honour and credit you may depend on.—Though you say, Sir, you are advanced in years, you will find the Lord has a work for you to do for him in this, that you may finish your course with joy.  Shall I say—“I write unto you, Fathers, because ye have known him from the beginning;”—and now I am writing of the end.

However strong, Sir, your faith may be, you may have cavillers to dispute with, as all my friends find every where.  I have many things to say that this letter cannot contain.  There are many errors I know in my books; they are copied out by a youth not eighteen years of age, who is now the writer of this, but the principal fault is in the printer.—I am, &c. &c.





To the Rev. Thomas Webster.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, June 21, 1801.

I received your letter with your vision, and so strong a day-light broke in upon me when I called to mind the past vision that had been shewn to me that year, and compared with the vision you sent me it almost took my senses away.  When I weighed the whole together the sun seemed to shine too bright.  But I must

< 4 >

beg to drop this subject, and come to the explanation of your letter, and desire you will reflect deep on the dream shewn me in 1794.  Weigh it deep, and judge for yourself.  I trust you will allow me the liberty of answering your letter, perfect as it was answered to me.  When I had read your letter, and viewed the vision, it was answered in the following manner:—“Now I will answer thee, Joanna: I have already told thee, and I now tell thee again, the Spirit of the Lord hath visited Brothers; but in his answer in the vision he spake from himself, and not from me.  The Beast that was seen on the Continent, denotes the Devil, that is come at this last period to stir up all nations to war and fighting.  The land which they invaded is the Turks.  And now call to thy remembrance the promise I made the same year,—that this land should be defended from the foreign enemy, as not to invade it.  But the Turks should be utterly destroyed for the sake of the Jews.  I will not give thee any further explanation at present; and only say you may rely on some of Brothers’ words, but you cannot believe all the prophet hath told you.  This is my answer to Brothers’ words.  And now I shall come to your enquiries concerning Christ’s kingdom taking place this year.  From the manner in which you had drawn the vision, as men fixed in a bow in the clouds, it was explained to me in the following manner:—


“Here is the vision if you can discern,

And look to my Gospel, how there I did warn:

Like the days of Noah and Lot should appear;

And the Prophet like Jonah, then now see it clear.

The Prophet, like Jonah, you say he is come;

He warn’d you of dangers, as Jonah had done.

But Jonah, his warning it did not come true

Till many years after, bring all to your view.

Now remember the bow that I set in the clouds,

When the deluge had ceas’d, and there you allude.

I said that the deluge no more should go through:

Because that in Heaven I had fixed my bow.

And now upon Earth I have fixed my dart,

My reign, like the deluge, shall pierce to the heart,

Till the Beast I have conquer’d, and all is set free:

You’ll find that the Lepers will fall like the beast;

And all I will conquer, and bring in a peace,

That sure shall be lasting, my kingdom shall reign—

Ye men of learning, if you can explain

What here I have spoken, the field it is wide,

And lay all before you, and how ’tis apply’d;

But if ’tis a mystery you cannot see clear,

I will speak much plainer, I now tell you here.

You ask if my kingdom this year will commence?

I give you this answer, and tell you from hence,

The Earth I’ll redeem it, and you may appear

To judge of the truth, and begin it this year.

< 5 >

Then sure of the Earth you’re the first I’ll redeem

If now you act wisely, and come like the queen

That did come from Sheba to see it all clear:

And a wiser than Solomon you’ll all find is here,

Whose wisdom goes deeper, your talents to try;

I am in disguise, but you may find me nigh.

So you may come boldly this challenge to prove,

And mind what I told you—your God he is love,

Who to his Disciples did come in disguise;

And now to the end I will make you all wise.

So now if a Thomas, in doubt doth appear,

Reach hither thy hand, and my side shall appear.

The prints of my hands in these writings you’ll see.

And—my Lord and my God—shall be spoken by thee.

So now for the present this vision I’ll end,

Put on thy whole armour, and I’ll be thy friend.

So this is the answer—I bid thee return,

And if they’re Disciples, their hearts they will burn.”


Sir,—If you judge this too much freedom for the Lord to condescend to speak to dust and ashes, I shall give you the answer which was given to me, when my brother said he did not know by what spirit I was inspired, to write as I did: he could not judge it from the Devil; and marvelled if it was from the Lord, that he should speak in a more familiar manner than he had ever done since the days our Saviour was upon Earth.  I was answered in the following manner from his objections:—


“If I familiar was before

With ages past, let man see clear,

That more familiar I must be

Before mankind will e’er know me:

For Adam lost me by the fall,

And since that day forgot me all.

Angels, and men, I shall begin;
Let men and angels join;

When they agree, alike must be,
Then why do men complain;

That I too low for man do go,
When this is all too high?

Now men and angels both must join
To bring my kingdom nigh.”


I have given you the answer perfect as it was revealed to me: and now I shall come to your other enquiries:—You ask, how am I to conquer Satan, and destroy his kingdom?  Not of myself; it is the Lord must destroy him.  But you will see in my first book a slight part of the promise made me; but half was never put to press.  Now we must believe the Lord is not slack concerning his promise; and if he kept his word with men at first, why should we despair of his not fulfilling it at last?  But the enquiry is—whether the

< 6 >

promise is made from the Lord or not.  To find out the truth we must try it by the word of God.  Now the word of God is given in the 17th page, in the first part: and I tell all men my writings must be judged and proved by twelve ministers, to testify to the world there is no deceit in them, for they have been clear witnesses of every truth.  Men of wisdom must act as the Queen of Sheba did to find out the wisdom of Solomon, and if they thus proceed—“their labour of love will not be in vain in the Lord.”  I must first stand the trial with men before the Serpent stands his trial.  I must first be judged by men, and freed by men, before the Lord casts the Devil.


“So ’tis by men, as well as me

That all these mysteries you will see.

Did Eve alone bring on the fall?

Then now be wise, I warn you all

That with the woman you must join,

In hand and heart you must combine.”


You will see this much clearer in the fourth part.

I am, &c. &c.



P.S.  Sir,—You will find in the end the truth of these words:—


“Since Earth’s foundation e’er was plac’d,
And I created man;

I ne’er so much unveil’d my face,
To shew you all my plan.


So let the stars begin to shine,
And let the birds appear;

Then you shall further know my mind,
And say—What hand is here!


When every seal I do reveal,
Is written in this hand:

Then you shall see the mystery,
Like Adam, all will stand


In his amaze, you all may gaze,
To see the bone appear;

Took from your side, in haste apply’d,
Then say,—What fall is here!


Then more secure, for to endure,
Your ransom then I’ll make,

And you shall see the mystery;
The Serpent then I’ll shake.”


< 7 >

To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, June 24th, 1801.

I received your second kind letter.  I return you thanks for the kindness you shewed me, in sending your present: it is the first I ever received from any man concerning my writings; and you are the first minister from whom I ever received a letter of approbation.  For the ministers here are like the stars seated in the clouds, that will not, or cannot, appear to shine.  The clouds seem to cover them: so the evening star may shine alone for them.  That you may not be at a loss to understand my meaning I shall explain it.  The heavens shew God’s handy works; and He hath compared men to the stars in the firmament.  The morning and the evening stars are placed in the firmament, as the man and woman were placed on the earth.  The morning star is a type of man, as he was the first in the creation: for the Lord saith, (Rev. xxii. 16.)—“I am the root and offspring of David, the bright and morning star.”—Now as the stars stand like the creation, the evening star is the type of the woman, for after the woman, came all the creation by her; and after the evening star, came all the stars in the firmament.  In this manner is all the creation and preservation, revealed to me: so that heaven and earth may join as one in likeness.  My writings are compared to the stars: then by the prophecies given to the woman, you see the evening star appear.  And shall I say from the letter I have received from you, Sir, and another from the Rev. Mr. Webster, there are two stars arisen to shine, that I hope and trust will shine brighter and brighter to the perfect day.  When I received your letter concerning the Rev. Gentleman, my feelings were greatly hurt.  I felt love and anger kindle in my breast at once;—love and pity for the worthy divine; anger and indignation against his accusers.  I thought I need not marvel at the judgments of God in our land, seeing the perverseness in the hearts of men to injure an innocent man.  God in no age of the world warns by signs, or wonders, or by his Spirit—for men to conceal it: it was always ordered to be made public to the world; for when these things appear, be assured there is some extraordinary event to follow after; and these visions and visitations of God’s Spirit are to warn us from it; and woe to them that receive it without giving the warning.  Mr. Webster did right in having it drawn and made public: for the depth of his vision is beyond every man’s thought.  No man living could form such ideas of himself to draw such a lively picture and representation of what is now before us, as he hath done, if he had not seen it.  I received the vision with a letter from the worthy minister a few days before I received your letter.  I have sent the answer to him in the very manner it was answered to me; which I shall desire him to give you a sight of: but half the explanation is not sent to

< 8 >

him.  When you have drawn your judgment on it, I will further inform you if your thoughts are right; and give you the whole as far as it is revealed to me.  I hope he will bear his afflictions with patience.  And if the malice of man hath cast him down, I trust the Lord will raise him up.  Let him stand still and see the salvation of God.  But do men consider the time is come, that the Lord will avenge all the injuries done to his followers, and bring all their righteous blood shed, upon this generation?  This he meant he would do at his second coming.—So let mockers and persecutors take care.  But I have gone so far and not come to the purpose of your kind letter, that you favoured me with, which I admire in every part.  The open and generous manner you write in, shows you in my eyes the humble christian.  You say you do not desire honour, yet your noble spirit requires the greatest from a mind and heart like mine, that has seen the world in its true colours.  I am well acquainted with the contradictions of mankind: and am lost in wonder, how it is possible for any man living to read over these three parts, and see how they are all placed, and judge them nonsense of some weak head; which must be the meaning of the gentleman you mentioned.  Is it possible for men’s minds to be so darkened, and their understandings no more enlightened, as to common sense?  Leaving spiritual things out of the question—but to this I am answered the stars in heaven are to give light to the night—and the stars, as men upon earth are to enlighten the dark minds of mankind; for which reason I was ordered to make every truth plain before you; as I was told you would have others that had not received the light, try to put out your light; if you had not a clear evidence to support it; and for that reason the Lord ordained Mr. Taylor’s going to London at the time, to acquaint you with the truth; that you might be able to answer all gainsayers.  I must and will say, that any man who wishes to oppose these writings must be influenced by the Devil, and shew himself a greater friend to the powers of darkness than he is to the Prince of Glory.  I will not say he did it designedly; or meant to befriend the Devil; but unknown to himself he supports the reign of Satan, and many such the Devil will stir up to oppose the kingdom of Christ.  Therefore I told you the Lord had a work for you to do, that you might finish your course with joy; and trace the hand that made it plain before you.  Had not the Lord well known you would have met with contradiction, he would not have ordered me to make the truth so plain, for I was ordered to tell Mr. Taylor to wait on you.

The Lord will make every crooked path straight before men, that wish to be clear in their judgment;—but the Lord will try what is in man before he brings him out of darkness into his marvellous light,—“and my delight shall be with men, if that ought I find in him; but on the sickly and lukewarm I will now bring on the storm.”

< 9 >

Whatever errors there are in my writings I should thank you to point them out, that I may know whose wisdom you blame; but know, with the simple the Lord will deal simply, and I am but a simple woman, and was never brought up to high learning; and the Lord hath spoken to me after the manner of my own speech; and he will deal with all men after their manner.  My first publication was much hurt in printing, and in many places the sense was spoiled, as it was printed by a strong atheist, who said he was printing nonsense, and so he tried to make it, for which reason I was ordered to change.—I remain, &c.


Note.  This letter is only given in part.




To the Rev. Thomas Webster.

Rev. Sir,      July 15th, 1801.

I ask pardon for inserting in my fourth part, the vision you was so kind to send me, without your approbation; but I trust I shall have your free consent when I inform you of every truth.  I did not know I should be ordered to put it in print when I sent you the letter; but when all was explained to me, as you will see in this fourth part, I was ordered to put it in print, perfect as you saw it, with the explanation as follows: so I did it to obey the command of the Lord.  When we come to the full redemption, we must go back to the creation—the man and woman a wonder to each other.  The wonder hath begun in me already, to see the blindness of mankind; but I do not persuade men to believe me on my written word; but have told you the standard fixed for man, from the vision seen at the end of 1794;[1] the candles that appeared to burn in the sockets are ministers, whose hearts will burn within them to search out the perfect truth: but their light cannot shine bright to mankind till they are further brought above the sockets, and then they will give a great light.  But deep is the mystery about the room placed before my eyes, such as never was seen; but what you know not now you will hereafter.  There is a mystery in my writings you will be at a loss to explain, concerning the seals they cut open at Christmas by the order of the Rev. Mr. Pomeroy, and some of them were copied out: but not the tenth part, nor the things that are nigh at hand.  I had a limited time fixed to have copied out what was to be put in print for the present, to try the judgment of men before they were proved; and then to have my writings sealed up by men, and every man was to put his seal to them, and write his name on the outside; which was done by five different men, and after that put all together in a box, and nailed up by one of the five, never to be broke open till they are brought into the presence of the twelve that will meet as judges

< 10 >

of them.  This is all a mystery to man.  The word of God is like a hammer, and as a nail fastened in a sure place.  But you will hear from me again when your faith is stronger.  Then I shall put you to the trial of your faith, and see if you are ready to stand the trial.—I am, &c.





To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, July 16th, 1801.

I received your kind letter.  You are right about the money.  I am sorry it should be mentioned: I did not desire any thing of you; but only to make plain the paths of the Lord before mankind; as you will see in the part I have sent you, wherein you will see the Rev. Mr. Webster’s vision explained, and the dream you sent me more clear and full.  I was ordered to put them both in print; and I trust it will meet your approbation.  I should not take the liberty without asking your consent, had not the Lord commanded me: which I think, when you read over this book, you cannot doubt from whence it came; and when you weigh the visitation of the Lord to me in ’92, and the dreams and visions sent me, with the prophet Joel’s words, I think you will see it clear.  Sir, you have not built your faith on a sandy foundation.  I admire your courage, as being strong in the Lord.  And now, may I take the liberty to say, you may well call me sister: for I did not think there was a man on earth so much my brother, to have one mind and one heart, so much alike, to go through evil report and good report, through honour and dishonour, to follow on to know the Lord: for then we shall assuredly know him.  Be not weary in well-doing:—let no man take your crown from you: but put on the whole armour of God.  In abundance of counsel there is safety.  I admire your thoughts of consulting with ministers, as being judges.  But do you know these ministers must be like the Queen of Sheba, that came from afar to see the wisdom of Solomon; and like the wise men of the east, that saw the star and followed it till they came where the young child lay, to be clear of every truth they had heard and seen:—and so they must know that they must first be shod with the preparation of the Lord, and then put on the whole armour of God, and quit themselves like men and be strong.  Let them not fight as men that beat the air; but run as men that run in a race, and know that one gaineth the prize.  So they must—“press forward towards the mark, of the prize of the high calling, which is of God in Christ Jesus.”  This is a mystery I have set before you:—but what you know not now you will hereafter.  I shall explain my meaning another time.  I have many things to say in answer to your letter: but time will not permit me at present, as I have but a few hours to write this

< 11 >

letter, and four more; and must have them all copied off; which is a disadvantage to me, as I have a great deal of work to do in a little time.  Therefore I must break off without coming to the purpose of your letter as I could wish.  I have sent you my fourth part and one for the Rev. Mr. Webster, which I hope you will forward to him; and let it be known in London that my fourth copy is in Mr. Riebeau, the bookseller’s hands.—I am, &c. &c.



Note.  There is a postscript to this letter, which it is not necessary to publish, as it relates to private affairs, and usurious extortion being practised upon her by a person who had advanced her money towards the publication of her books.




To the Rev. Thomas P. Foley.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, July 19, 1801.

I received your kind letter, wherein you join with other ministers, that have written to me, in giving full credit to the truth of my writings, as being divine revelations from the Spirit of the Lord.  At this I do not marvel: for it is a mystery to me how any man of sense can read them, and believe his Bible, and not believe them from the Lord.  But many weak minds say they see nothing in them: but put various constructions on them.  But how men of learning can see them and see nothing in them, is a mystery.  I now have sent you my fourth book, as you say you have read my others: and in this there are many mysteries you cannot find out—“the height nor depth, the breadth nor length;” but if you weigh the four together, you may say, now I see the day is broken; the sun is risen in his perfect splendour; if it be not too strong for your eye-sight.  I grant, Sir, you and I may say,—is this really from the Spirit of the Lord?  If so, it is the second coming of Christ already in the Spirit: and if our Bibles are true, he really is come.  I cannot assign my reasons in so small a compass as a letter.  You say you wish you was near to me to know many mysteries you cannot understand; if you write them to me they will be answered by the Spirit, and I will send it to you.  I return you thanks for your kind offer to send me Mr. Brothers’ prophecies; but I never read any books at all; but write by the Spirit as I am directed.  I should not like to read any books to mix my senses with any works but those of the Spirit by whom I write.  All I know of Mr. Brothers is what was explained to me from my dream;[2] but I have no time to read.  You may judge me a woman of higher rank than I am: but I will not deceive you.  I have no more than I work for; and therefore I spend all my time in working, when I am not writing.  I have told you my

< 12 >

station in life, that you may not judge you are writing to one higher than I am.  I know some ministers, whom I have been ordered to write to, have treated my letters with contempt, and would not give them a hearing,—to think that a person unlearned should instruct them that are learned.  I do not think you are a gentleman of that description: yet, I judge it prudent for every one to know my station, that you may be better able to judge for yourselves.  When you have read over this book which I have now sent, if you judge it from the Lord, I should thank you to make my writings as public as you can, for the glory of God and good of mankind.  I trust you will join with me in opinion, that it is time for them to spread far and wide; that all men may know the days that are come, and judge for themselves.


The night is far spent, the day is at hand,

That Christ and his shepherds together must stand;

And find that his spirit’s in the woman’s form;

It may be a mystery you cannot discern;

Unless like the wise men you come from afar,

And say you’ll see clearly if this be the star,

That now in the evening begins to appear:

Then the close of the day we all know is near:

Then surely as stars you must all rise and shine,

The day is near ended, I’ve told you my mind.


I trust you will weigh this letter and the book together.  You may say I have written you a strange letter; but I write by a spirit that knows you better than I.—I am, &c. &c.





To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, July 25th, 1801.

I had the happiness to receive a third letter from you.  I answered the second, and sent it in a parcel to Mr. Webster, and now I am come to answer your third letter.  You seem to lay your mind and heart open before me, and I shall be as candid and open to lay all before you.  In my last I answered your seeming difficulties concerning the Holy Ghost.—In this I shall answer all the other doubts concerning shewing your letters.  Believe me, Sir, I would sooner hurt myself than you, either by thought, word, or deed.  You do not know me, and therefore you may well give me a caution not to make your letter public.  I know the world too well.  True religion is looked on as madness; but the time is at hand that the mockers of religion will say, “We fools counted their lives madness.”  Be assured I shall not produce your letters without necessity calls me, and then I shall clear you.  If a true christian spirit is not approved of by an ignorant world, you have no room to blush

< 13 >

there; unless you blush for the folly of mankind, who do not consider what a pattern our Saviour laid before us.  If I am compelled to produce your writings, I shall clear you, as to the manner of your life and faith, before I produce them.  If your judgment be wrong in judging it from the living God, the fault must be mine, and not yours; for no man living can read over these three Parts, and believe all true and perfect, as I have written, and judge them not of God, unless he believes his Bible is not of God.  I know many pretend to believe their Bibles, and do not believe them at all, or the words of David true “The Lord is round our beds, and round our paths,” and knoweth what our lips will utter before we have spoken it; and our secret thoughts are known to him before they are conceived by us.  From these words we are answered the Lord is always present with us.—Then was he not present with me in 1792, when I was visited by day and by night concerning what was coming upon the whole earth?  I am ordered to leave my work, and go to write what was said to me:—“What I have put in thy mouth I will do upon the earth.”  I had stronger grounds to believe it of God than I ever revealed to any man yet.  Knowing the Devil would come as an angel of light, made me weary heaven with prayer, that I might not be deceived by my own understanding, that the God of truth would lead me into every truth, (for in him was all my trust) and that he would never let me be put to confusion.  In this manner I have been pouring out my soul to God in prayer till I have been almost lifeless, and obliged to lay myself on the floor to regain my life and senses that seemed gone.  I have then had great promises made, and many signs set before me, of what should happen, to assure me they were of God.  The truth of these signs following, I reflected on all the mercies of God to me;—his care and protection over me, and how often he hath delivered me out of all the dangers I have been surrounded with, spiritual and temporal, according to the promises made to my mother in prayer for me before I was born.  I have often heard her repeat these words:—“I have had great faith, great comfort, great promises, made to me in prayer for Joanna, before she was born, and ever since.  If she be a wrestling Jacob she will be a prevailing Israel.”  I may say of my mother as you said of the worthy Mrs. Bruce, (your late wife) as good a woman there may be, but a better I do not know.  Her dying words are ever before me.  When she lay on her death-bed, she said to a woman that was present with her,—“As to my children, I must leave them to the Lord; but tell Joanna to come to me.”  When I came she took my hand, and said, “My dear child, to live in Christ and to die in him is great gain.  You are a maid of lively spirits, and great courage.  Let your courage be strong in the Lord: commit all thy ways to the Lord, and he will direct thy goings.  Cast all thy care on him, for he careth for thee, and the blessing of God be with thee, my dear child;” and then she fastened her

< 14 >

dying hand in mine, and fell asleep in the Lord.  Since her death I have often heard my father say, “As the spirit of Elijah fell on Elisha, so hath the spirit of thy mother fallen on thee.”  But here I am running from the purpose of your letter; but I mean to lay my life open before you, that you may be clear you have not built your house upon the sand; and you will find in the history of my life, I have strong grounds, and clear evidence, that all is revealed to me by the Spirit of the living God.—I remain, &c.


Note.—This letter is only given in part.




To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Exeter, Aug. 1st, 1801.

THE principal part of this letter relates to the improper conduct of a person (John Symmons) who wrote a letter in her name to the above minister without her knowledge; and she adds, “But this was done by one of my own writers,” (a person she employed to copy her letters) “and deep is the mystery when you know the whole.”  After some additional remarks on the same subject, and the anxiety she experienced at the silence of the Rev. S. Bruce, and the Rev. T. Webster, which happened inadvertently on their part, at that particular period; she concludes with saying, “You, Sir, and the Rev. Mr. Webster, may possibly be offended at my printing the Dream and Vision you sent me:—if so, I must answer with St. Peter, “Whom ought we to obey, God or Man?  Judge ye.”  I cannot disobey the commands of the Lord, if I gain the displeasure of all the men upon earth.  He that putteth his hand to the plough let him not draw back; for the Lord saith, “My soul shall have no pleasure in them.”  The truth of our faith is to have it tried, whether we are ashamed of the Cross of Christ or of his Gospel, and to fulfil the words of our Saviour.  This has happened; for he said he came not to destroy the law of God or the prophets, but to fulfil them:—and thus it behoves us to fulfil all righteousness.  So if you blame me on that head I cannot blame myself; for I have put my hand to the plough, and cannot go back:


But if a jarring’s in the harness found,

I know the sull must go out of the ground,—

Till heaven prepare for me a plough to stand,

To join together, and break up his land.

For all the fallow ground he’ll now make bare,

And all the weeds asunder now he’ll tear:

For as a husbandman he’ll surely come,

To break the ground he’ll get a plough that’s strong.

And as a man of war he’ll surely be,

And leave no foe without a victory.


I am, etc,      JOANNA SOUTHCOTT.

< 15 >

P.S.  Never look on any letters as coming from me, without my hand-writing to them.  I wish, Sir, you could read my hand-writing.


Note.  To make this letter clearly understood by the public, it is necessary to observe, that in consequence of her own hand-writing being almost unintelligible, she was obliged to get others to copy her letters as she read them: but this postscript is in her own hand-writing, as are the signatures to all her letters.




To the Rev. Thomas P. Foley.

Rev. Sir,      August 3rd, 1801.

I had the honour and happiness to receive your letter, wherein you desire me to explain some mysteries.  You cannot understand how Christ was first seen in the altar.  It is certain he was seen first in the manger, by the Wise Men that came from afar: but when the Holy Child was carried by his parents, at eight days old, to be circumcised, it was in the Temple of God, or the Altar of the Lord, where the glory of the Lord broke forth in Simeon’s words,—“Mine eyes have seen thy salvation, a light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.”  Here the light broke forth in public.  To go through that mystery, I shall come short of your other enquiries.  I shall come to the other verse you mentioned,—that place is turned by the printer.  The copy I gave him was in this manner:—I was marvelling in myself if my writings were of God, why I should be ordered to write to ministers that did not regard my letters.  I was answered, Should all come to thy judgment, how shall the Revelations be fulfilled in thee and by thee?  For every wonder John saw in Heaven must take place upon Earth.  It is no wonder in Heaven to see a woman clothed with the sun.


What wonder there could then appear
To an enlightened race?

When every mystery is made clear,
And seen without a glass.

No veil between to them is seen,
No wonder to behold:

For all alike is wondrous bright,
As pearly streets with gold.


So that it is no wonder in heaven to see them clothed with the sun of righteousness, when our—“vile bodies are made like Christ’s glorious body, and mortal hath put on immortality.”  But here is the wonder upon Earth to men—to see the sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings, to heal the woman from her fall, and in her weakness to become her strength,—to bind the strong man armed and to cast him out:—for now is come one stronger and mightier than he.  This is a wonder to man.  When we come to the full redemption we must come back to the creation, and Adam’s wonder will begin with men.

< 16 >

The more they see, the more they’ll gaze,

The more like Adam stand amaze:

Till like the Jews they will begin—

From whence did all her learning come?


But all my learning comes from the Father of light; so do not ascribe any wisdom or understanding to me: for all the Bible is explained as far from any judgment I have from myself, as the Heavens are from the Earth.  You ask the reason of the weather being mild?—This was a mystery,—as it is written in ’96 or ’97, I cannot clearly tell which, as my writings are sealed up; but it was after the hard winter and the dearth.  The plentiful harvest in ’96 brought down the price of corn, and a mild winter ensued: but I knew no meaning to the words.  I leave the mystery to him that spoke it, and sealed it up till the end of this century; and when I broke the seals the weather was mild, the same as before.  This is the mystery.  The Lord makes things that were not, as though they were—and both winters were alike:  And now the smiles of the Lord have descended this year, as they did in ’96; unless men by their mocking provoke the Lord to curse their blessings: yea, I fear he hath cursed them already, and mocketh men as they have mocked him: for in mocking these writings, they do not mock me, but the Lord, and those that see them from the Lord.  Let them give unto the Lord the glory due to his name: and say not, thou highly favoured of women; but praise the Lord for his goodness to free the woman from the fall; that we may no longer be children of the bond-woman, but of the free; for if “the Son makes us free, we shall be free indeed: and made heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Jesus Christ:” but we become bond-men and bond-women by the fall of the woman; so the woman must be made free by Christ before we can be made heirs of the promise;—that is to be redeemed from the fall.  Let the mystery be known unto all men, as long as the woman stands condemned by the fall, all her children stand the same: so man’s redemption can never come till Christ has freed the woman.  This mystery was concealed from man, that no Impostor might arise.  Therefore it is written—“Great is the mystery of godliness.”—But do not say the woman is a greater favourite than man, if she be the first redeemed.  It is for your sakes, O men! to renew my covenant with you, and to take you into covenant with me.


That I shall free the woman’s fall,

And then her children I will call,

For to possess the promised land;

If steadfastly by faith they stand:

And my delight shall be with men:

For then their heirship they shall gain,

And boldly, Father, they may call,

We are thy children, one and all:

For now the mystery we see clear,

Christ in the woman frees us here.

So in them both we’ll now believe,

Then how can Satan dare deceive?

Since Christ hath made the woman free,

And our redemption comes by he;

So both together if they stand,

Our heirship we may now command.

< 17 >

Princes, and priests too now to be

Our King hath got the victory;

And we are children of the King,

Like very man He now does bring,

That first the woman must appear,

Before the King can gain an heir.

So here’s the heirship you must plead,

So now my friend be not misled;

But see the marriage of the Lamb;

Then now my heirs as children come,

And stand like princes in the fight:

And then I’ll make you men of might.”


Here I have wandered from the purpose of your letter, which I purpose answering in another; but I cannot answer any letter but what is indited by the Spirit.—I am, &c. &c.





To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, Aug. 23rd, 1801.

I had the honour and happiness to receive your kind letter, wherein you are still conferring greater favours upon me.  Your kindness with that of Mr. Bruce, your worthy son, and my other friends in London, would have surprised me greatly, had I not been warned of it before in a dream; which was explained to me, and which I was ordered to put into the hands of Mr. Pomeroy, with other signs that should happen, to convince mankind it was of God, who had the hearts of all men in his hand; and in his hand was the issue of life and death.  I am sorry to wound the feelings of my friends, to say I am at present in some distress, which I should never have made known in the least, had not John Symons taken the liberty to write to you, which rather compelled me to assign my reasons, how they came to take such liberties.  But I did not desire or expect any assistance or favours from you, or any friend in London.  I did not value giving the profit of my books for the interest of the money, as I cared not for profit myself.  But the will of the Lord be done in me, and by me.  The short time I have to live in this world, who am but a single woman, and no one to provide for but myself, after the death of my father, which of late years has added to distress me to assist him; if I can get food and raiment I am content, as this is no world to me.  All my hopes of happiness are in a better; and to know the will of the Lord, and obey it, hath been my daily prayer.  Now as you have been so kind to write unto me the intent of all your minds, I shall lay all before you as far as a letter will permit.  Your generous offer I should decline, and not impose on the goodness of my friends, as I should not want assistance to persevere, if I could sell my books, and turn them into money.  I was ordered to print one thousand of each volume, and continue till the fifth or sixth was up.  Great is the mystery assigned to me for so doing; but when I had printed the four thousandth, it seemed as though I could go no farther, every way seemed barred up.  The great expenses I had been at for nine years past, accompanied by greater this

< 18 >

year, involved me in debt to pretended friends, who took liberties therefrom:—but I had a sister in the country who I well knew could assist me.  I wrote to her of the distress I was in, by laying under an obligation to strangers, and I thought it unkind in her to deny me, as I well knew it was in her power to assist me, particularly as I formerly lent her money when she began business.  I was then warned in a dream, which I shall send to you hereafter, how it was explained that the Lord had friends who would assist me to go on: and for their sakes the rain was stopped in the time of harvest, as a sign unto all men it was from the Lord: and that my father should die before the 22nd day of September, and then the Lord would strip my sister of all her self-wisdom, and she and I should meet at my father’s funeral; and she would be pricked to the heart, and say, “My God and sister have I both denied.”  This I was ordered to seal up, and put in the hands of Mr. Pomeroy, till the time was expired; as the hearts of all men were in the hands of the Lord, and he turneth them as the rivers of water, and life and death is in his hand.  These signs, and some others that I had sealed up the 10th of April, I put in the hands of Mr. Jones, who is now copying out this letter.  I had them from him, and put them in the hands of Mr. Pomeroy the beginning of August.  As Mr. Pomeroy met me at Mr. Taylor’s, and said, if he was to believe these wondrous things I wrote, to explain the Bible so different from his understanding, and all other inspired penmen, I ought to put the signs of the truth in his hand, and not Mr. Jones’s.  I went to Mr. Jones, who readily gave up his trust to Mr. Pomeroy’s care, and wrote out the other signs, which I have mentioned, and he sealed them up together himself with two seals, not to be broke open till the time is expired, unless fulfilled before.  I should not have told you any of the signs if you had not in your hearts fulfilled one already; and now I trust to heaven to fulfil the other.  Mr. Pomeroy said he would keep them sealed as I desired; and afterwards read to me the last chapter of the Revelations, which he understood contradicted my writings.  When I came home that chapter was explained to me, confirming the whole; and as wrong understood by the Gentiles, as the Prophets of Old were wrong understood by the Jews.  I told Mr. Pomeroy if I was not writing by the Spirit of the Lord I must be writing blasphemy.  He said, “No, you are not, the Lord knows by what spirit you write; and if it was not His will He would stop your hand.  We must wait to see the truth of the signs you have given me.”  I said, all the signs I had put in his hands before, had come true; but he seemed to be jealous of my foreknowledge.  The next day, to my surprise, my sister sent him a letter from Plymtree, eleven miles from Exeter, with one addressed to him, to desire him to persuade me out of my writings; and desired him to read a letter to me which she had enclosed.  The worthy gentleman complied with her request, and sent for me to hear the letter.  I went

< 19 >

with impatience, and Mr. Pomeroy read the address to himself, and the letter she had sent to me, wherein she assured me all my writings were from the Devil.  I told Mr. Pomeroy I thought she erred as much in her judgment there, to say it was from the Devil, as she did in 1792, when she declared not one of my prophecies would come true,[3] which hitherto have all come true.  Mr. P—— was not of my sister’s opinion to judge them from the Devil, as he said no good came from him; but she wrote in the same wild, random manner, as the minister had spoke before, who said it was from the Devil.[4]  I shall end the subject in a letter to your son, from whose hand I received a very kind and affecting letter this morning; but here I must break off for the present, and am,

Your’s, &c.      JOANNA SOUTHCOTT.


P. S.  Great is the mystery of such confusion arising when my fourth thousand book came out, and heaven raising friends for me, to raise my hand that was falling down.




To Basil Bruce.

Hon. Sir,      Exeter, Aug. 24th, 1801.

I received your kind and affectionate letter this morning, the contents of which would have surprised me, had I not been warned before in a dream, as you will see in a letter I have sent to your worthy father: but as my paper stopped me from finishing the subject, I shall end it in this.  I have represented to your worthy father the difficulties I was surrounded with.  It is fruitless to pen the feelings of my heart, or what I have gone through for this month past, as the heart knows its own bitterness, which a stranger cannot intermeddle with.  To be surrounded with those who one day were ready to say, Hosanna in the highest, and another day, crucify him.  Such have been the friends that I am surrounded with: forsaken by my father’s house through unbelief; and at the same time I am ordered to persevere in publishing to the world another book, which appeareth to me more clear from the singular instances of my life; and what hath happened in my father and mother’s family, explained so clear from the parables, so close to the Gospel, that it convinced me the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand:—That meaneth the glorious Kingdom of Christ, which he will come down to establish for us.  This I was ordered to publish, but every way seemed barred up.  I was then warned in a dream of your kindness with other friends, whom the Lord well knew he had to assist me.  Therefore I cannot, nor dare not, decline your generous offers.  But here I must drop this subject, and come to the end of what I began in your father’s letter.  The Rev. Mr. Pomeroy and I, when we had ended our disputes about

< 20 >

my sister’s letter:—I assured him I had no grounds to rely on her wisdom, and that I would sooner die than deceive such worthy ministers and good people that had believed me to be led by the Spirit of the Lord, if I had not stronger grounds than any man living knew of but myself.  Mr. Pomeroy answered, he did not think I would deceive any one; he never would have given himself so much trouble about me if he thought so: but now he wished me to be jealous of the spirit and try it; if it was of God he would work more powerfully for me.  I said the Lord knoweth what I have put in your hands as well as I do, and they cannot come true without Him; and to these signs I will trust.  If they come true as the former have, all the world shall never persuade me the Lord would ever let them come true to strengthen my hands if it was not of God.  Mr. Pomeroy answered, “The Lord knows what you say, as well as what you have written, and to these signs you and I must trust.”  A few days after, I received a letter from Mr. Turner, of Leeds, which greatly strengthened my faith, as he wrote as though he knew the whole.  I then wrote my fixed resolution, and read it to my friends.  I shall give you a few of the words, as the issues of all things are in the hands of the Lord, and he knows the signs set before me, and put into the hands of his ministers.  I now call Heaven and Earth to witness for me and against me; to witness for me if the signs come true that it is of God; but if they come not true, I call all to witness against me if I persevere any further.  I was answered, “Thou hast spoken, and I will answer—if the signs set before thee come true, Heaven and Earth is witness for thee.”  One of the signs came true last Sunday by your father, and was confirmed again by you the following day; but I should blush to receive any more favours of my friends, was it not said to me it was the Lord’s doing, and in the end will be marvellous in all your eyes.—I am, &c. &c.


Note.  This letter is only given in part.




To Basil Bruce.

Hon. Sir,      Exeter, Sept. 2nd, 1801.

I received your kind letter with a bill, which you and other worthy friends was so kind to favour me with, to strengthen my hands to forward the works of the Lord.  I am lost in wonder; and you may be surprised when I lay the truth before you, that in January 1795, I was told these things would come to me at the time of my father’s death; and if he does die at the appointed time, you and I, and all mankind, must know it is the Lord’s doing, and marvellous in our eyes: but if he does not, I must deal generously with all men, and say I am jealous for myself, to see truth and error so blended together; and your kindness will but

< 21 >

place daggers in my heart, rather than remove them.  I should rather die than impose on the goodness of such worthy and good gentlemen.  When I sealed up my writings the old Christmas day at midnight, my father came to see me soon after.  He did not know what I had done; but said he was in hopes he should have his land which he was heir to in Hertfordshire, 30 miles from London; as he said the old Christmas day at midnight he thought he was quite awake, when a voice called him aloud, Southcott, Southcott, thy name must spread far and wide: there is a lady in Hertfordshire that has great possessions for thee, and wants thy family to possess it: but I shall leave the particulars.  When I came upstairs, it was said to me, it was the call to the Jews; as they were sealed up the same night, and did not possess their lands any more than my father did: but it was my Heavenly Father whose name must spread far and wide with mine.  I told my father what it meant and desired him to write his name on all I had sealed up, which he did; but soon afterwards came up and desired me to let him blot out his name, fearing I had made him sign away my brother’s right: for he said if he possessed his lands he would not disinherit my brother.  I reasoned with him on the madness of his fears, and said I could assure him he never would possess his lands; as the call was to the Jews.  I should support him; but he would never have it in his power to do any thing for me.  My reasoning with him, and two ladies being present, pacified him not to blot out his name.  As soon as he was gone down, it was said to me, my name with the name of the Lord, must spread far and wide.  Gold would be sent to me from afar, and then my father should die, and leave all to me.  It is too tedious to write the particulars; but I could not tell how to put my fifth book in print, for want of money.  I was told in a dream the Lord had friends in London to assist me; and then my father would die.  As it was sealed up in 1795, that these things would both happen before the 22nd of Sept. the truth of what was said of my friends came to me the 2nd day of Sept.  Now if my father’s death follows, no man but a fool can doubt from whence it comes, and read the words spoken in verse in the fourth book, page 150, viz.—“the Lord united your hearts together, to make good one part of the prophecy, and the truth of the other will follow if my father dieth”—to trim your lamps with oil and make them burn bright, and to fill your mouths with arguments.  This is the meaning of the feathered fowls that were so changed that I did not know them.[5]  Now I shall tell you this mystery.


Your gold and letters do to me appear,

And on your head the crown of gold now wear;

And let no others rob you of your crown:

If by the truth your faith should now abound.

You’ll find there’s reason for to see it clear,

When by my hand I warn you to appear;

< 22 >

Which if my father’s death should make it true,

And the sixth book be brought before your view:

Then like the wise men you’ll come from afar,

And say we’ll go and see the evening star;

That we with her may all appear to shine;

To one and all I now have told my mind.


I shall inform you in another letter the meaning of the father and the son, and many mysteries this letter cannot contain.

    I remain, &c.      JOANNA SOUTHCOTT.




To William Sharp.

Hon. Sir,      Exeter, Sept. 12th, 1801.

I received your kind letter, unknown and generous friend.  The kindness of my friends I could not bear, had I not strong grounds to say—“It is the Lord’s doing and marvellous in my eyes.”—I shall answer the mystery you stumble at in your letter concerning the six men.  They were judged religious men from their life and character.  The seals had been in the hand of one of them a twelvemonth; and curiosity tempted him often to break them; but my telling him the fatal consequence, prevented him till the year was expired.  They did not meet together by curiosity; for they that judged it not of God, refused to come; and they that did come, said it was of the Lord, and they must obey: so what they did was in perfect obedience to the commands of the Lord.  But in this there is a mystery, and a sign to be had in everlasting remembrance to all mankind; for as the following harvest brought in plenty, and the rain stopped throughout the harvest, from the shadow of the meeting; when the substance follows the shadows, the Lord will send a much more glorious harvest.  The substance means when the Twelve meet together to search out every truth; which you see will be disputed.  If my sixth Book comes in print, many will say what I have penned is not true, and they that believe whether ministers or no, must see it clear; for they were not all ministers that were first chosen; for the sheep must be witness for their shepherds.  So what happened the following year is a sign to the world that a blessing will follow their meeting: but the sins they were guilty of, through unbelief, brought the judgment on themselves; which I told them would happen, if they broke the seals before they brought them into the presence of the twelve.  They broke off themselves, and their understandings became hid; and it fell on one of them, perfect as read to him, for I read to him before I put the seals into his hand, that if he broke them through unbelief before he brought them in the presence of the twelve,—the Lord would cut short his family, and great troubles would follow his house.  The truth of this happened a few years after; the Lord took off two of his

< 23 >

sons out of three, and his wife lost her senses thereby, and remained in Bedlam for one year.  Another, who said it was from the Devil, was possessed with the Devil a long while before his death, and died in a manner I shall not pen.  The ministers that said it was from the Devil were soon after possessed of the Devil in a manner I should blush to pen.  These judgments followed the three men whose fatal curiosity tempted them to break the seals, after they said it was from the Lord; but after they broke the seals, said it was from the Devil.  One of the other three told me himself, that the Lord had sent forth a lying spirit in the mouth of all these Prophets, at the time they said it was from the Devil.  Another of the three very warmly reproved the other in my behalf; and the other said it was too high for him.  So here was the division amongst the men, and nothing hath happened to the three that were innocent.  So here is a mystery you may marvel at more than before; but it is said to me it stands as a sign; if I draw back through unbelief my end will be fatal like theirs.  So I must always keep the sign before me.  A letter cannot contain the mystery of their obedience, and disobedience; for both stand a deep sign to the nation.  The Lord hath wise ends in what he doeth, which may appear marvellous in our eyes.  I have deep and weighty mysteries concerning my father which I shall write in a letter to the Rev. S. Bruce, and entreat him to give you a copy.  I have many things to answer from your letter, which I must refer to another.  You was so kind as to say you intended to send me more money from other friends.  I do not wish to trouble them, as what was sent, with what I have, will put my fifth Book in print; and I do not wish to trouble my friends; but this was the Lord’s doing, that I should persevere with my writing, as the sign set before me.  And this is the meaning of the dream of the Waggons;[6] by the horses coming so close upon me was meant the Spirit of the Lord in the hearts of men to press me to go forward: and when my writings are clearly proved to be of God, if they do not clear our friend Brothers, they will bring all the judgments pronounced on themselves.  In that dream you are fulfilling one part for me, and the Lord will fulfil the other for him:


For here is a mystery deep for man,

The woman’s fall did him condemn:

But if the woman, man doth free,

The prison doors you all shall see

I’ll break in sunder soon for man:

You’ll find a Herod’s fury come.


Eight years past have been man and the Devil’s time: four years more will be the Lord’s time; which is the half-time; and the Lord will bring wondrous things to pass.  You misunderstand me concerning the just suffering with the wicked; for now is

< 24 >

the time the Lord will protect his own, and happy are they that are wishing for his kingdom; for if Christ’s kingdom comes, it is Satan’s that must fall.——I am, &c. &c.



P.S.  In answer to page 52, I have writings by me to shew how the judgment of God will overtake the hardened sons of men, without the interference of a foreign power.




To Maria Bruce.

Hon. & Dear Madam,      Exeter, Sept. 21, 1801.

YOUR goodness has astonished me: your faith has surprised me; your fears I do not marvel at.  Doth one heart, and one soul, and one mind possess you and me?  Then marvel not that the father and son are types and shadows; that all the shadows are compared to the substance.  The letter I received from the Rev. S. Bruce, accompanied by his son’s, next day, was compared to the Father and the Son in Heaven; as being of one heart and one mind; and what the father has begun the son will end.  O! what mysteries lay before me, and what likeness in all appears to me.  I was ordered to put my mourning in order, and the Lord hath inclined your heart to do it for me.  This calls to my remembrance a dream I had in 1795.  I thought I saw a cart running fast up the hill backwards, and it was dragging the horse after it; so the cart ran before the horse.  Simple as this dream may appear, I was ordered to pen it, and it was said to me:


The cart before the horse will surely come:

Which is a mystery to thee unknown.


The same night I dreamed I saw waggons so heavy laden that the weight of them broke down the wheels.  It was then said to me, that it was my friends that judged my writings came from the Devil; but that when they were convinced they were from the Lord, the weight of their sorrows would break them down.  For all their wheels I will take off, and heavy they shall draw.  I write you, dear Madam, these simple dreams of 1795, as they were called to my remembrance when I received your present of mourning, and they were explained in the following manner.


Now Joanna thee I’ll answer,
As the dream did so appear;

All shall know I am thy master,
And the horse is fastened there.

Now the horse I’ll surely fasten,
Can he draw when death is here?

Now I say the cart must draw him,
And it’s close unto his heel.

Now the day is nigh approaching
I’ll take off their every wheel.

I said the father and the son
Were shadows sure of me;

< 25 >

Then so the bride must now become,
And see the mystery.

For sure the thing that she has done
To ages shall endure;

It’s like the woman’s ointment come
To make the burial sure.

So do not fear, his hour draws near,
More wonders thou wilt see;

How could my funeral pomp appear
Without a mystery?

I’ve greater mysteries still behind,
That are to thee unseen;

And thou wilt find thy God is kind,
For all that thou hast done.


I shall give the meaning of the funeral pomp.  Soon after I received the present from my friends in London, it was said to me—


Now thy great Father’s funeral pomp prepare,

And thy great Father is Jehovah here;

To make thy Father’s funeral pomp to shine,

And prove to man, thy writings are all mine.


But your goodness, dear Madam, has so far taken my senses, and drowned my eyes in tears, that I cannot find words to express my gratitude to you.  O! may the heavens reward your goodness; what favours have I received from your hands, and through your hands.  Unknown and generous friend, your love to God must be great, or you would never bestow so much for his sake.  Your noble and generous spirit, with the strength of your faith, hath humbled my soul in the dust; to think I have seen ten thousand truths in my writings unknown to you; yet jealousy and fear, often alarms my breast; and where is my faith to boast?  It calls to my remembrance these words in my writings.


No more in thee they all shall see,
Than in thy friends abound;

And they that are thy helpers here
Shall in the end be crowned—

In glory bright, in robes of white,
For brides I’ll make you all;

One Star can never give the light,
If all the rest should fail.

So as to pride, throw all aside,
’Tis time for all to shine;

Nor can you say if she’s the bride,
She’s higher than mankind;

’Tis but a mark, ’tis growing dark,
She’s not above the rest:

Observe the glittering of the stars,
And see how all are placed.


A letter cannot contain a quarter part of what I wish to say.—When I received your present, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor and the Miss Taylors, went into the parlour with me to examine the box; and we were all lost in wonder, love, and surprise, at your unbounded love, faith and goodness.  Mrs. Taylor cried out, what a good family must they be:  What are they?  I am astonished at them.  On reading your letter, we found your heart agreed with ours; the clouds that have often come over our hearts and minds, the same concerning my father’s death—though every death has come perfect as foretold; and when people have been judged by physicians at the brink of the grave, and I have been told they would recover—to the astonishment of all, they have recovered:

< 26 >

but here is a mystery concerning my father, that you shall know in my next letter.  Now I shall give you a short explanation of the mystery of your sending me mourning for my father, which was explained in the following manner.


The cart is come before the horse,
The mourning doth appear;

And now men’s wisdom I’ll make dross,
To prove the woman here—

Hath done a thing which all shall shame,
When they her faith do see;

And with my Gospel I’ll maintain,
This thing was done to me.

She pour’d the ointment on my head,
My burial to prepare;

And see the mourning here is laid,
Now by a woman here.

The box of ointment now is come,
For to anoint you all:

You’ll see the burial ere ’tis long,
To prove from whence the call:

That for my burial this is done,
For to anoint the bride;

Thy father’s funeral soon will come,
And prove the field is wide.

For as the ointment was to me,
My burial to prepare;

Just so the mourning sent to thee,
(A mystery none can clear,)

No greater thing was done by man,
In faith more strong t’ appear,

Than what this woman now hath done
The mysteries for to clear.

Thy father’s burial I call mine,
And now I’ll make it good;

Thy father must his life resign,
And here the mystery stood.

If for my burial she prepar’d,
And so hath she for thine;

Her generous love I’ll so regard,
And she shall ever shine

Amongst the brightest of my stars,
A mystery to mankind.

What she hath done, the time is come,
The Scriptures to fulfil;

That love to thee is done to me;
Now judge this as you will.

So for my burial she prepar’d,
As I did say before;

And now the ointment on my head
To women shall appear;

For now the Scriptures I’ll fulfil,
And now I’ll make them plain.


Here I am obliged to break off, and will give you the whole another time.—I am your’s, &c.





To the Rev. Thomas Webster.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, Sept. 26th, 1801.

I received your kind letter, full of difficulties, to make out the mysteries of my books, and the letter I sent you.  You seem jealous concerning the coming of Christ’s kingdom not being so nigh at hand; as you say the hearts of men do not seem inclined to pray for Satan’s destruction; and you judge a few men, whose hearts and souls are alive to God, cannot accomplish so great a work.  I answer the battle is not yours, but the Lord’s.  One man shall chase a thousand, and two shall put ten thousand to flight:—Then judge for yourselves how many Twelve will conquer.  Though like the fishermen you have toiled all day, and have caught nothing; yet cast

< 27 >

your net on the right side of the ship, and you will find the draught is great.


So toil no more as heretofore,
But let your nets be found

Now on the right side of the ship,
And near the shore abound.

Now the right side must be apply’d,
(Satan must have his doom,)

And if your net you cast that way,
You’ll find your draught will come.

Then sure one thousand you will chase,
And make their colours fly,

And they that do their Lord disgrace
Will then as dead men lie:

For if they say, another way
Christ’s kingdom must appear,

Before we cast the enemy,
What need have we of prayer?

To plead the promises he hath made:
(He made them not in vain:)

For if ’t be so, we well do know,
The foe must sure be slain:

But now with him all such must flee
As will not valiant stand,

To plead the promise I have made;
They have right to command

As much to bruise the serpent’s head,
As he did bruise my heel:

And now my friends be not misled
For all your foes I’ll chill.

For now by Two, you all shall know,
I’ll put mankind to flight,

And some you’ll see will flee to me;
I’ll make them men of might.

But those that flee another way
I’ll surely make them yield;

And all will find I’ll gain the day,
And now I’ll win the field.

So do not fear what cowards here
You have with you to stand:

But come and see the mystery clear,
And then you may command

An army strong, as you go on,
To join you in the fight;

And all my armour put you on,
I’ll make you men of might.


Here you may say, I have written as great mysteries in my letter as in my books.  You are as much at a loss to know what I mean as before.  I must recommend you to the Gospel of Christ, where he compared the Kingdom of Heaven to two parables: the one that was invited, and refused to come.  This parable is already past, as you may see in a letter written to Mr. Sharp: therefore I need not enlarge on that: but I shall mention one thing I omitted in his letter.  When the six men passed their judgment, they ordered every woman out of the room, and then passed their judgment together, and said they must break the seals, which I had told them before they must not do, and the fatal consequences that would follow, and that did follow.  One of the men proved not to have a wedding-garment, as you will find hereafter.  They broke themselves off by breaking the seals; and this will convince mankind hereafter, that man is as easily deceived by the Devil as the woman.  But these are mysteries too deep to enter into at present.  You must now come to the 25th chapter of St. Matthew, and 6th verse:—“The bridegroom cometh, go ye out to meet him.”  That meaneth he will meet you in Spirit and power: for then shall your light break forth as the morning, and the truth be as clear as the noon-day sun.  Deep is the mystery of the 34th verse:—“Inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.”

< 28 >

And this is the kingdom he prepar’d at first,

And here your kingdom must in glory burst,

When that the woman is your helpmate here;

Then to complete your bliss you need not fear,

For the good fruit will then be handed down,

As perfect as the evil then was found.


Weigh deep the 13th chapter of St. Matthew, the 31st verse to the 34th.  But now, Sir, I must come to the purpose.  My writings are not proved, neither was it the will of the Lord they should be proved, till the Lord had tried the judgment of men.  The ten years will be up the Old Christmas-day, 1802,[7] and the Old Christmas-day, 1792, the visitation of the Lord came to me in a strange manner: and now the ten years are up, I am ordered to warn those that have promised to assist me.  You are chosen Sir, by the Lord, to come and judge for yourself * * * * * * *.  As I have mentioned, there are many deep and weighty mysteries that are sealed up, and are hastening fast on the nation.  These things are to be revealed, and the seals to be broken in the presence of Twelve * * * * * * * *; and I shall send letters in a parcel to the bookseller, sealed up with three seals, with the two stars and two letters, which is my seal, and deep is the mystery of the type of that seal.  Thus I am ordered to proceed, to have every man’s name who has offered to assist me written in the first book that is made of my fifth publication; and then to seal up the book, and send the letters to them, as I have said already, to prevent any impostor from appearing, and even to prevent those that are invited, if their love will not last the length of the journey, to see every mystery clear for themselves, as they are allowed to have every mystery laid before them: and six days every man must sit in judgment, to judge of the wondrous works of the Lord, in what manner he hath revealed the mysteries of the Bible to me.  Six days the Lord was making the world for men, and six days they must be judging his wondrous works for them.  Then you will find out the mystery why man must judge the Lord, before the Lord will judge man;[8] and all these mysteries that have been enquired into will then be made plain before you; for the time is come that the Saints must judge the earth.  You will hear from me again as soon as my books come to London, if not before.

    I am, &c. &c.      JOANNA SOUTHCOTT.


Sir,—You may be surprised to see my letter sealed with a black seal before I am clear my father is no more.  Strange as this may appear, I am ordered thus to proceed.  The shadow in all my writings comes before the substance, and I am ordered to send you the shadow before the substance; that you may be a better judge hereafter, from the shadow, how the substance of all will drop.

< 29 >

Now will the stars in mourning set,
Till they the mystery know:

Then your rejoicing will be great
When I the truth do shew:

For then you’ll see a mystery
And find my hand appear;

Just like shadows all will be,
And all you will see clear,

The substance next on all to fix.


In seven days I will send you the mystery of my father.




To the Rev. Thomas P. Foley.

Rev. Sir,      Sept. 26th, 1801.

I have deferred writing, not knowing where to direct till I heard you was in London.  I must beg to return you my warmest thanks for your present, which you was so kind as to send me.  How kind and generous are my friends unknown!—It well may be said the earth helped the woman.  You have written to me to have mysteries explained, which I must beg to be excused, as you are invited to come and judge for yourself when the writings are proved, * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * for then the ten years will be up, and then I am ordered to warn all my friends that have judged it of the Lord to come and judge for themselves: for there are many mysteries that are concealed from man, and hastening fast on the nation, which must then be revealed to them.  You Sir, have put your hand to the plough, and I trust you will not draw back; but you will hear from me again as soon as my fifth book is out; but if you think your faith will not last you the journey to Exeter, with other friends, and sit in judgment to see every truth laid before you, I must desire you will send me an answer to this letter, as I am ordered, as soon as my fifth book is out, which is now in the hands of the printer, to take the first that is made, and write their names on it, that have judged the calling to be of God, and have helped me.  Their names must be written and the book sealed.  You are called of God to judge for yourself, and between the Lord and his vineyard.  You cannot refuse the heavenly call.  I have a strange thing to lay before you concerning my father.  In 1799, he was taken very ill at my sister’s, and all the night we judged him dying: the servant man and maid with myself stayed up with him the best part of the night.  We thought him dying, in the morning he was quite delirious, fighting with all near him, crying out he was in a bustle, and begging some one to deliver him,—this we judged struggling between life and death: but to our astonishment he afterwards grew better and rose for a few hours; but then grew faint and went to bed.  We judged him just lighted up before his death.  I then took my pen in hand, and it was said to me, as I compared thy father to the nation in his life, so I shall in his death; which will not be till after many days.  I shall shew thee in a dream of his death.  I was shewed it in a length of chain that he was in,

< 30 >

which lasted through a large field from one gate to another: and then the chain pulled him back.  I told it my sister, and she asked if the length of chain lasted a month, as we judged him dying every day for some weeks:—her words were answered me in the following manner:


One month thy sister doth allow, before she judg’d the end;

One month you’ll see your destiny, what will befall your land.


I then judged from my writings my father must die that month, and that I should then see extraordinary events fall on the nation; but finding myself deceived, I began to sink in despair, and began to be jealous that I was led by a wrong spirit, and determined in my heart to burn all my writings through unbelief.  Then I was powerfully visited by the Spirit of the Lord, not to confine the unerring wisdom of Jehovah to my weak understanding.  How could thy father go through the links of chain that were so long, if they did not go from one year to another?  I should wait to see the truth of the harvest, and find out the mystery of my father hereafter: it would be too tedious to tell how it was then explained.  The following year 1800, it was said to me, if he died by the length of chain, as I supposed, he would die at the same time he was taken ill the year before—which was the thirteenth of July; but if he did outlive the time, the mystery is great that lies behind: for then he will live till St. Swithin’s day; and then the weather all will see will follow in such floods of rain, that it may hurt every grain.  Thus I understood my father would die last year; but finding he did not, and St. Swithin’s day come without rain, the deepest despair took possession of my heart.  I began to meditate on the thousand truths that were in my writings, how it was possible so many truths should be in them and not all be true.  I thought from God every word must be true.  The reasons assigned to me for these dealings is too tedious to pen, and when I had determined to burn all my writings, I was threatened with fatal judgments if I did; and was ordered to trust to the truth of the harvest which was foretold me in ’98, how the two harvests would follow;—the one hurt by rain, the other by sun; and the latter would make things dearer than the former, as it was put into the hands of ministers.  These truths made me go on in faith and fear—and now I am come to the third year of my father, wherein he is sealed up with many other signs; and all the rest have come true; but the time is not yet run out for my father.  Now I have written you this long epistle concerning my father, to shew you how it is explained to me, why I have been foiled more about my father’s death, than ever I have in all my writings: as all others have died or lived, as it has been said to me; and when some have been judged by physicians on the brink of the grave, I have been told their sickness would not be unto death, and to the astonishment of all they have recovered.  But the reasons assigned to me of my father, are to bring it to the

< 31 >

Scriptures and the nation.  Adam was pronounced dead, but did not die.  All men were pronounced dead when the world was drowned.  But now to compare it to the nation.—They have been threatened by sword and famine, yet neither of these threatenings have taken place—the land hath lived like thy father, dying but not dead.

Two years following he was threatened with death, and two years following he fell down apparently dead, yet he recovered: and two years following there has been a great scarcity in the land, yet not a famine.


So if together you do both compare,

There is a likeness, you may now see clear.

But if thy father now does surely die,

Without conditions doth his funeral lie.

Without conditions, I do tell you all,

You’ll find the truth of every word to fall.

The sword and famine surely will appear;

If not in England let the French take care.

For three years famine soon will hasten on,[9]

But three years plenty first to you must come.

I placed another in thy father’s room:

O England, England!  I shall tell thy doom.

A glorious harvest to my friends will burst:

But for the mockers a fatal die is cast.

So now the harness you may quick put on,

And I’ll protect in every rising storm.

The death of one or other thou wilt hear,

If it be thy father, England must take care.

But if thy father I place the other way,

Then unto France these ruins they shall lay,

To see the famine, I did say before;

Then I know England surely will beware.

Now I shall answer thee, the length of chain,

That I have fixt for him, the length of time

That I ordain’d to have him sealed up,

And there’s the length of chain to have him stopp’d.


So if thy father dies at the appointed time, the famine will fall upon England: but if the other fall in his room, the famine will on France.  But let not these dangers alarm thy friends, if it falls on England: for I will send three years plenty before, and your barns shall be filled with increase, and your vessels shall be full, and your cattle shall increase; and I will incline the hearts of believers to lay up provisions in store: so they shall rejoice to see the evil day; for I will only burn up the weeds and the tares, and they that mock my word, and do not rejoice at my coming, nor wish for Satan’s kingdom to be destroyed.  But they that wish for my Kingdom, and Satan’s to be destroyed, shall eat and be filled: their vessels shall not be empty, nor their corn gone; neither bread nor flesh shall be wanting: they shall rejoice in tribulation,

< 32 >

to confound their enemies, and at the end of three years there will not be a weed in the land.


And then you’ll find your glory fast abound,

From every nation you will hear the sound:

O happy England, though we see thy rod,

We know thy king in power is now thy God:

And presents to thee we will daily send,

And now the Lord he will protect his friends.

For many nations they will fall before,

And so cut short, they will not want the store.

And so to England all will presents send,

And say, I AM their Father and their friend,

Who send the rod, the mockers to destroy,

But of my friends, I shall them all enjoy.

And then will England’s sorrows ever end,

If in this land the famine I do send;

For then you’ll all be of one mind and heart,

And then you’ll find I’ll take your every part.

And glorious days in England will appear,

For peace and plenty soon will follow here,

And double crops will fast to you abound,

One heart and soul in England will be found.

And brotherly love in every heart appear,

You all will find I’ll only bind the tares,

That do destroy and hurt the tender grape,

And by their mocking will a discord make,

So all these things you’ll see within eight years,

If ’tis thy father’s death that is so near.

If for thy father I place another man,

Then unto France the famine sure must come,

But then the plague in England will appear,

For to cut off the mockers that are here.

For I’ve begun, and now will make an end,

And every nation now shall bow or bend:

And what won’t bow, I tell you now shall break,

And all shall know Jehovah now does speak.

And here’s a prophecy, for all goes deep,

And England soon will both rejoice and weep.

They that believe, I say they will rejoice,

And they that mock shall tremble at my voice.


You shall hear from me again as soon as the 22nd of September is over by the Old Style, and then you shall know the mystery of this letter.—I am, &c. &c.



P.S.—You will please to observe, that my father lived till St. Swithin’s day this year, and then it followed in rain—and great you see is the mystery concerning him.  When the sun is behind a tree, the shadow comes before the substance.  When the hand of God is in anything, he always brings the shadows before the substance.

< 33 >

To William Sharp.

Hon. Sir,       Exeter, Sept. 26th, 1801.

I received your kind letter, and am astonished at the unbounded goodness of the gentleman you mentioned;—to send me twenty pounds is too great a favour for me to receive from any one, as it is imposing on their goodness: and I am happy my letter came in time to prevent it.  I have enough to put my fifth book in print.  As to the contempt of the world, I can better bear it than to impose on noble and generous minds: but so far as he had it in his heart to do it unto the Lord, so far the Lord accepted it; and if there be first a willing mind, the Lord knoweth how to draw the heart to himself,—for the heart of man is better known to God, than to us.  Now Sir, I shall put him to the trial of his faith.  Every man that has offered to assist me in the works of the Lord, is chosen to judge for himself when the writings are proved; as there are many mysteries sealed up that are hastening fast on the nation, which must be revealed to twelve, or twenty-four; twelve alone are chosen men.  The first chosen broke themselves off by breaking the seals, as you will see in the 84th page.  Such a mixture in these men is found as grieves my soul.  I am provoked to bear their yokes; their bonds asunder I shall tear.—These words were spoken before the six met together: so all must come to the Gospel of Christ.  Not one that was bidden shall taste of my supper.  But some that are jealous of themselves may be ready to say, if it comes to that Gospel, I fear I shall be one of those that have not a wedding garment; but that is past already by the six.  As they that were invited refused to come, I was ordered to have those that would come: and the man that I said was possessed of the Devil was afterwards found out to be a Sodomite, and left the city on that account.  This is what our Saviour meant by not having a wedding garment: for such men have no part in marriage, spiritual or temporal.  The meaning would fill my letter: but you must come to the 25th chapter of St. Matthew’s Gospel, 6th verse,—“The bridegroom cometh, go ye out to meet him.”—That meaneth in spirit, and power; for there shall your light break forth as the morning, and the truth be as clear as the noon day’s sun.  Look to the 34th verse,


This is the kingdom prepar’d for man at first,

And here your kingdom will in glory burst;

When that the woman is your helpmate here,

Then to complete your bliss you need not fear:

For the good fruit will then be handed down,

As perfect as the evil then was found.


I must recommend you to the 13th chapter of St. Matthew, the 31st verse to the 34th: deep are these mysteries; and now I shall come to the purpose.  The ten years will be up in 1802, and it was in 1792 the visitation of the Lord came to me in so strange a manner: so in the 1802 the ten years are up: then I am ordered to warn

< 34 >

both sheep and shepherds to appear that have judged the calling of the Lord, and promised to assist me in this great undertaking.  As soon as my fifth book is out, in the first that is made, I am ordered to write every man’s name that hath been my helper, and then to seal it up.  Now, Sir, you write me of a gentleman whose name I do not know.  I must deal faithfully with all men.  Though unknown to me, he is not to the Lord: and know what the Lord said to David,—“As much as thou hadst it in thy heart to build a house unto me, so far the Lord accepted it.”  You say, he is the father of twelve children.  Little does he know what lies before them.  Let the father appear and judge for himself and children.  If he thinks proper, he is at liberty, if he writes me a letter before that first book is sealed up, but after, it is too late.  For every man’s name must be found written in that book when the seals are broken.  When I send my books to the bookseller, I shall send a parcel enclosed, with letters for all my friends, whose names are written, sealed up with three seals, with two stars and two letters on the seal—a deep type of Christ’s second coming: so let no man draw back through unbelief; for how will he appear, if he neglects so great salvation, and prove disobedient to the heavenly call!  It is to prove the love of man the Lord has chosen them at so great a distance.  Heaven hath inclined you, Sir, to forward the work; and when I warn you to appear, I trust you will not draw back.  The Counsellors come from London to plead at the bar for men’s justice; and you are invited to come from London to plead at the bar for the justice of the Lord: for the time is come that the saints must judge the Earth, and both sheep and shepherds must appear: and let the sheep know the voice of their shepherd.  I have written you this letter, Sir, for the sake of the gentleman, to warn him in time,—he may draw back after, if he chooses: but he cannot be admitted to judge for himself, if his name be not found written in that book when the seals are broken.  So I must desire you will read him this letter, and return him my warmest thanks for his generous intention towards me.—I am, &c. &c.





To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, October 8th, 1801.

I received your kind letter: but as my father did not die as I expected, I gave myself up to despair, and judged it impossible for anything wrong to come from the Lord.  This was more than a week before the time was up.  As it was said to me he must outrun the time, I was at a loss how things could go forward and backward; and fearing I might deceive myself and good people, I was wishing death might close my eyes before the morning.  I was then warmly answered—


    Death sure should close thy eyes

Was it not for my brethren dear,
That it would them surprise:

So for their sakes thy life I’ll spare
And make the mystery plain,

And then I bid thee to take care,
Or thou’lt my anger gain.

< 35 >

These words threw my thoughts into a different channel: and reasons were assigned to me concerning the mystery of my father; of which I have given one part in two letters to the Rev. Mr. Foley, of the length of chain shewed me in ’99, which linked the nation and him together.  But you can be no judges unless you compare your letters together; as I shall end in this letter to you what I could not add in his.  As my father was compared to the nation temporally, so he is spiritually, to bring it to the Bible; for he is compared to the coming of the Lord suddenly and unexpectedly: the time was fixed and he did not die; to bring it to the Scriptures—“Where is the promise of his coming?”  As they say now, “Where is the promise of my father’s death?”  And it is written, “The Lord delayeth his coming.”  To bring the shadow to the substance, my father’s death was threatened, and yet he did not fall.  The shadow of his death, and the type came to me the very day the Lord worked in the heart of the worthy Mrs. Bruce to send me the mourning, the 19th day of September.  That same week it was said to me, I should put my own in order; which I did: and, to my astonishment, the last day of the week, I received the new from Mrs. Bruce.  Then I was ordered to call to my remembrance a dream I had many years ago:—I thought I was walking in a beautiful gravel-walk with two ladies, who I thought were angels; and I thought one was my guide, and said there was a new suit of clothes making for me in the garden.  When I came to the gate I was eager to go in: but my guide reproved me, saying, I must wait till the gate was open; for I must not go over the gate.  When the gate was open I thought my clothes were being worked on the earth with sprigs of gold and silver.  I was dissatisfied; but she reproved me, saying, It must be first worked on the earth and when taken off it will be beautiful.  I told my dream to my sister, and many others: but my dream was explained to me with the vision I had in ’94 of the candles;[10] which alluded to the proving of my writings.  I shall leave particulars, and come to the purpose.  When I received my new suit of clothes from Mrs. Bruce, my dream was then explained that my guides were angels, who appeared in the form of women, and that it was the angels that worked in Mrs. Bruce’s heart to send me the new suit of clothes, and when all is finished it will be beautiful.


The mysteries are great, as the mourning appears;

The shadows and substance alike I compare,

And as much of the mourning was brought to thy view,

If ye have discernment the prophecy’s true:

For I told you the signs it all should appear:—

The death of thy father, the mysteries I’ll clear;

I sent thee the mourning to shew thee the sign

His days I prolong’d them for Pomeroy to shine;

To prove that my kingdom, it is not so near

As thou dost express it,—beginning this year.

My peaceable Kingdom this year to begin

It is but a type of what they have done:

As peace is proclaimed, it is but a sign:

It is not the substance, and that you will find,

Because that the substance alive doth remain,

Thy father is living to lengthen the chain

That sure was not broken, I say at the time;

And mark what is spoken, the substance you’ll find

Will end in confusion more dreadful than war.

The death of thy father will shew you all clear;

What surely will follow when he is no more:

For that is the substance will follow all here,

Because that thy father I said he would die;

But there I deceived thee, and now thou dost cry,

< 36 >

Thy heart was too harden’d to bow then in prayer:

Thou judgest no God would deceive thee so here.


But here I shall break off, and tell you what was put in Mr. Pomeroy’s hand of my father’s death.  When the anger arose about John Symons’ sending the letter, I thought I could go no further to print my prophecies.  In the night I dreamed I fell into a river, and said I should be drowned.  I thought a voice said you will not sink but swim.  I thought I swam through the stream, and was taken out without wetting my clothes.  I then thought I was carried over a steep hill, the height of the hedges above the ground, till I came to the top.  The next day it was explained to me, that I should not sink under the trouble I was in, but should be carried through the stream, and be carried to the top of the hill.  It was then said to me, the Lord had friends who he knew would carry me that height, and assist me to go on in his work.  This I sealed up, and put it in Mr. Jones’s hand the latter end of July.  Soon after, I saw the Rev. Mr. Pomeroy, who blamed the ministers for giving so easy credit to my writings, before they saw the truth of them come on.  I was then answered in the following manner, and ordered to put it in Mr. Pomeroy’s hand, with what was before sealed up in Mr. Jones’s hand.


The signs are here, to you they appear,
A hand you cannot read;

No more you see my Bible clear,
The way that you have said.

It is these men that he hath blam’d
Have stayed my heavy hand;

Or else the deluge should appear
For to destroy your land:

That is the rain to hurt your grain
And brought a famine here;

Or by the manner should been hurt,
Would brought disorders here.

Fatal would been this year to men,
That every soul should see,

Had it not been for these three men,
That now are blam’d by he.

And as a sign to all mankind,
That they have stayed my hand,

They’ll surely do as it is said,
And in thy writings stand.


That meaneth the seals in Mr. Jones’s hands, which I have mentioned, but he cannot read it.  I cannot recollect the whole: but it was said, if Pomeroy was right in any thing, my father’s life should be prolonged to make his wisdom shine.  Now it was said to me what he was right in, was in saying, if my writings were of God, and all came true, Christ’s peaceable kingdom was not so near as I imagined; and there it is said his wisdom shined, for no more than my father died at that time, will Christ’s peaceable kingdom be established this year.  I shall give you the remainder of what is in his hand hereafter.  This was written when we had but eight days of dry weather; and though it rained very hard when copied off, yet the heavy hand of the Lord was stayed through the harvest; and the truths followed concerning the money, which was said should be a sign unto all men, that you would send it: and the rain was stopped for your sakes: but it was said, he would see the sign of my father’s death which, as now explained to me, is the mourning sent by Mrs. Bruce; which baffles all mankind.  These mysteries I shall leave to your judgment: but from the many reasons assigned to me, it all now appears clear to my judgment.  I shall write the other particulars in a letter to Mr. and Mrs. Bruce, and inform you who was the man placed in my father’s room, and what will be the events to follow, from a dream,—“that I had lent one of my father’s horses: I went for it, and they said it was in

< 37 >

the stables; when I came he was hanged up in a sling with his head beat off.”  This I thought was my father; but this unfortunate affair happened a few weeks ago, between Mr. Parnell and Mr. Clive; for in a quarrel Mr. Clive received a wound in his head which proved fatal: and it was said to me, if he died in the space of last week that was the horse placed instead of my father.  Therefore, I was ordered to send my letters sealed with black, and in the seal there is a C, which stands for Clive.  If he dropt in the week, so our land would fall by the hands of each other: and he died the 29th day of September: and now it is said to me, in this manner will your nation fall.  I compared thy father to myself: then every man is mine whom I compared to every living creature.  So here is the mystery of thy dream.


The man I placed in thy father’s room;

So France may tremble at their doom,

And England may begin to fear:

And now like Parnell you will see,

For thousands will like Parnell flee:

For in great fury ’twill begin,

That like the rain the blood will run,

Was not thy Prophecies to keep them back,

And thousands now like brands, I say thou’lt pluck.

Therefore I said that these three men

Prevent the fatal ruin of your land;

And more than 80,000 they will save

From fatal ruin sending to the grave.

The mad career of thousands they will stop,

And for their sakes your land, I say, may hope.


I shall write more particulars in my next.  You have put your hand to the plough and cannot go back, so if you judge the writings to be of God, you and your son are called of God to come with the rest.—I am, &c. &c.





To the Rev. Thomas P. Foley.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, Oct. 8, 1801.

I had the happiness to receive your kind letter wherein you gave your free consent to come to Exeter, * * * * * * * * * * * if the Lord enable you to do it; that you may be clear judges for yourselves.  I am ordered to lay every mystery before you concerning my father.  In my last letter I told you how he was shewed to me in a dream, lengthened in a chain, compared with the nation in his life, and so it must end in his death.  I am ordered to lay before you the manner of his life.  My father has been a widower many years; and since he hath left his farm and given up business, he has lived in a cottage with a little garden, and apple trees enough to make a hogshead of cyder when they beared.  This peaceable habitation his neighbours envied, thinking it worth more than my father gave for it; and they have been at war with him to get him out; breaking his windows, and doing everything to disturb his peace.  So my father has been at war to keep possession of his house for many years.  In 1799, he had a violent illness, when a swimming seized his head, which he never got the better of.  My sister and I, fearing he would die alone suddenly, by himself, entreated him to give up his house, and to go into lodgings; which my father refused to do; saying, he knew the people in Getsham hated the name of the Lord, and all that was good; and he should rather be shot to death, than live with them: for to him it was like the suburbs of hell, and he did not care if he did die suddenly alone.  This resolution of my father made me leave

< 38 >

off persuasion, and leave him to his own mind,—going to visit him as often as I could, to keep his house clean: but this year, about midsummer, my father fell down apparently dead, and the Rev. Mr. Putt, insisted on my father giving up the key of his house, and going to a lodging, as he said he should hear that the poor old man was found dead by himself.  Soon after he was in a lodging, I went to see him, and thought I was happy to see he was with people to have an eye over him: but he seemed distressed with the loss of his house.  I went to comfort him, saying, from me and my sister and other friends, he should never want.  So I left him with a cheerful heart, thinking my anxious cares about him were over, as he had some one to have an eye over him.  Now I must leave him from that time to the 2nd of October, which is the 21st of September, Old Style, when it was said to me I must arise and go to my father, and I was spoken to in the following manner.


Arise and to thy father go,

And deeper mysteries thou wilt know

Than ever thou’st already penn’d,

Which I’ve concealed from all men:

And what to thee I ne’er reveal’d,

As I the name from thee conceal’d,

The man that was by Parnell slain,

And deep’s the mystery to mankind.

But men of Israel, who are ye,

Your God confine unto a day?

If he dies nearly at the time,

You must confess the words are mine:

For ’tis his life must shew you all,

What is the manner he will fall,

That with the nation to compare;

And so I say thou must go there,

The truth to know, the truth to see,

And then the truth I’ll answer thee.


These words were spoken last Friday, 2nd of October.  On the Saturday morning I arose and went to my father, and found his senses and eye-sight so far gone, that he did not know me; but when I made myself known, he wept aloud for joy; saying, the Lord had sent me unto him, and praising him for his goodness.  He then told me the miserableness of his situation: the people of the house he said were offended with him for saying his prayers loud, and singing his psalm before he went to bed, which he always made a custom of doing in his family ever since I knew him, and since alone by himself.  This being denied him, made him miserable.  I said to the people of the house they surely could not desire a man to give up prayer, that stood on the brink of the grave; but they complained of his saying it hard; but my father said, he could not say them softer than he did, as being always accustomed so to do: but I shall leave particulars.  I left my father with a heavy heart, and coming home, wept bitterly about him, thinking my father may say with Job; “The thing which I feared, hath come upon me, and that which I dreaded hath happened unto me; I was not in safety, neither was I in rest, yet trouble came.”  It is fruitless to pen the feelings of my heart, which burnt like one in a fever.  As soon as I came home the Saturday night, the first words I heard were news of peace; then was every mystery explained to me, why I was ordered to go to know every truth of my father.  It is too tedious to write how my father was then compared to the nation; but I shall tell you how the nation is likened to him.  They have been at war with other nations to keep possession of their own land, as thy father was at war with his neighbours to keep possession of his house. * * * * * *—I am, &c. &c.


Note.—This letter is only given in part.

< 39 >

To Maria Bruce.

Hon. & Dear Madam,      Exeter, October 10th, 1801.

I received your kind letter, and it was with great pleasure Mrs. Taylor, and myself, read your intention of coming with your worthy husband and the Rev. S. Bruce, who are chosen of God to judge of his just decrees from the foundation of the world.  You ask if a woman may be present?  I answer, yes.  There are no bounds set to women: it is the woman that must be judged, which includes one and all.  As one and all were included in the fall of Eve; so woman has a just right to hear their cause pleaded, before an infinite and wise God.  How just are his decrees!  To pass on Satan the blame the woman cast on him in Paradise.  No man knows what he is to sit in judgment for:—such a judgment as never entered the heart or thought of man.  To think he must sit in judgment against himself, and say the man was wrong to cast the blame on his Maker.  He ought to have said as the woman did;—“The Serpent beguiled us and we did eat.”


No other way man ever shall go back:

The bear will meet him and his bones will break.

But now I say if man will guilty come,

He shall go through, and I’ll receive him home.

So no more fig leaves let us sew at all;

But cry we are guilty—we are guilty all,

And sure from Satan came our every guilt;

And so the blood of innocence was spilt.

And now the woman’s cause we all will plead,

And bring her blood upon the Serpent’s head.


But here, dear Madam, jealousy may arise in your breast and say, may we not be deceived in casting the Serpent, as I was in my father’s death, he not dying at the appointed time.  Here, I answer, lies the mystery:—your faith has baffled all men: as it was said in the sealed paper left in the hands of Mr. Pomeroy, he should see the sign of my father’s death; and mourning is a sign of death; and we know his death will follow: but had it come at the appointed time my father’s funeral could not be called the funeral of the Lord; to be compared with the sudden coming of Christ, which is sudden and unknown.  Before this mystery was explained to me, pen cannot express the sorrows of my heart; what I felt on your account, after I was told my father must outrun the time, to bring it to the coming of Christ, which day or hour knoweth no man.  I then reflected upon myself that ever I had mentioned his death—to impose on your goodness, till it was explained to me,—thus it must be to fulfil the Scripture and all righteousness.  The type of the mourning was a type of Satan’s being cast at the time: but not that he would be chained down at the time they meet together.  It is the shadow that will bring on the substance.  All these things must come suddenly and unawares, as my father’s death will happen.  It was explained to me in the following manner:—


Satan will fall, thy father he must die

Before the time thy mourning (it doth lie

Prepared for thee) thou must then put on.

And now unto the purpose thou art come.

Thou hadst thy clothing ere the time was up;

And so the clothing unto all shall drop:

Because my clothing shall to all appear

That do believe in me, and wish me near:

For as the clothing I to thee did send,

Just so my clothing, they’ll find in the end,

Will then fall on them by my heavenly power:—

But of thy father’s death, nor day nor hour,

Can e’er be known before it does appear:

Because my funeral I did call it here,

And, like my coming, must be unawares.

But how could I bring round such mystery?

Had I not said thy father was to die,

And fix’d the time to have the sign appear,

That with my Bible you may all compare?

< 40 >

What could the box of ointment ever be?

Not for my funeral was it done by she;

Nor yet such thought was ever in her head;

Yet for my funeral I then said ’twas laid,

As for my funeral she did then prepare.

But well I knew the time would sure appear,

That at my second coming this would be,

When I pronounc’d my funeral all would see,

The woman would prepare it for the bride:

And so my coming is to all applied.

But had thy father then died at the time,

It could ne’er been said his funeral it was mine;

Because my coming will be unawares:

And so thy father’s death it must appear.

But for my funeral she did make it good;

And to thy father I did this allude;

And fix’d a time, to make the mystery clear,

The woman did provide my funeral here,

Or for my funeral she did all provide:

And here’s the mystery, thou art nam’d the bride.

So all together you must now weigh deep;

And now’s the time the Jews will surely weep.

So thy weak judgment could not make it clear

Thy father’s funeral could with me compare:

And now I’ll tell thee who I placed the man

That in thy father’s stead I said must come.

I said the famine he held in his hand:

But if I plac’d it to another man,

Then sure the famine you that way did miss;

And in that manner is your nation cast.

Thou knowest in mourning I did send the C,

Write out thy dream, and then I’ll answer thee.


Please to remember I sent three letters directed to your house, the 26th day of September, sealed with black; and the C. is in my seal, and you was to know the mystery in seven days, and now I shall write to your husband what happened in the seven days.  But all your letters must be compared together, that you may be able to judge for yourselves.—I remain, &c. &c.





To Basil Bruce.

Hon. Sir,      Exeter, Oct. 11th, 1801.

I have written in a letter to your father, a mystery he cannot clearly find out, unless I explain it more fully, how the death of Mr. Clive should in any manner allude to my father.  The mystery happened on Mr. Parnell’s side, who has been a great mocker of my writings;—even so much that his mother and he have had words about them; as he said they were enough to distract the head of any one that read them: and it was from him that I was shewed in my dream how my father’s horse was killed the 24th day of September.—The quarrel was between Mr. Parnell and Mr. Clive.  Clive struck Parnell with the bridle, and Parnell struck Clive with a stick on his head, a blow which proved fatal.  On the 26th of September I was ordered to seal up my letters with black seals, and put my own seal on them with a C. and it was said I should know the mystery in seven days.  The 28th of September I was ordered to sleep in my own room, where I had not slept for some time, as the bedstead was taken away, and I had slept in a spare room.  So I did as I was ordered, and slept in my own room without a bedstead.  At midnight I was alarmed by the mistress of the house coming to me, to request me to give up the spare bed; as she said Mr. Clive was dead, and Mr. Parnell had fled to their house for shelter.  She was surprised to find I had left the bed that night, and asked me if I knew every thing.  The next day it was explained to me, that though the shadow was trifling of my being obliged to arise at midnight, had I not given up my room as ordered;—yet, the substance is great, if I do obey in all things.  It was explained in the following manner:


Now canst thou see the mystery
Of all that thou hast penn’d?

Thou answerest, no; the truth is so;
But now I am thy friend.

Now mark the warning I gave thee,
In thy own room to sleep;

And if thou still dost me obey,
From dangers thee I’ll keep.

< 41 >

And now discern how I did warn,
For hadst thou disobey’d,

The midnight hour would thee alarm,
And thou’dst been forced t’ have fled.

Because confusion would come on,
And made thee for to rise,

To see the trembling Jailer come,
That did thy words despise.

I said the shadows all must come,
Before the substance drops;

And now the time is hastening on,
That all may fear and hope—

Those that believe I’ll not deceive,
That wish my kingdom near,

And wish for Satan now to fall,
They’ve more to hope than fear.

For them I’ll warn to keep from harm
As I did thee last night:

But they that mock as he has done,
Like him shall take their flight.

For now the midnight hour shall break,
And all the truth shall come;

And they that do believe my word,
Will do as thou hast done,

For to obey what I do say,
And them I’ll keep from harm:

As thou in bed in peace didst lay,
When she did thee alarm.

But they that mock’d the every stroke,
As now this man hath done,

They’ll find the midnight hour to break,
In Satan’s fetters come.


I shall not go through with the whole, but come to the purpose of what followed.  Mr. Clive was not dead, but it was said if he died of the wound, as being shewed to me of my father’s horse, (which meant my heavenly Father) if he should die in the room of my father that week, in that manner our nation would fall; and he died the 29th of September.  I have mentioned in my letters to your father, and Mr. Foley, what followed the remainder of the week, and beg you will compare your letters together.  Now I shall come to some explanation of the Rev. Mr. Foley’s dream, which I never saw till three o’clock this day, (Sunday afternoon) since I finished the letter to Mrs. Bruce: for all the letters were not read to me yesterday.  After Mrs. Bruce’s letter was written, and I came to Mr. Jones to have it copied, he shewed me Mr. Foley’s dream, as I had put the letters into his hand for his perusal.  He was struck with Mr. F.’s dream, which I had not seen, and hearing him read it, it went through me: for it had the same meaning as the letter I had written to Mrs. Bruce: so I broke off my letter, and went upstairs praying for an explanation; which was given me in the following manner:


The balance is made, the foundation is laid,

And mark well the words wherein I have said,

“The bear shall destroy you if now you turn back.”

You say you was sitting upon the housetop:

The house it was open and all to your view,

And here is the balance, you’ll find it is true.

You say it was Brothers that told you the dream;

But I am the Brother that did all explain:

I fixed the balance for man to appear,

The top now is open, the housetop see clear:

Then sure on the housetop you must publish all,

I fixed your balance and shew’d you your call:

That is in the letter I sent to my friend;

And here is the balance will shew you your end.

If you sit firm on it, and prove it is right,

The balance is equal: bring all to your sight:

For I am the Brother that made it appear,

To shew you the balance that justice is clear.

The blame you cast on me, I bore it at first,

And here is the balance the woman hath plac’d;

Or I plac’d it for her, to shew you all plain

The promise was made her, she’s a right to contend:

It must be fulfilled, as I spoke by my word,

And you must stick to it, as the justice of God:

And sit on the balance, and prove it is just:

My heel it was bruised, and Satan is cast

His head to be bruised, the same as my heel!

So ye men of learning, judge this as ye will,

’Tis I am your Brother, the elder, appear,

And ye now as brothers, I’d have ye come near,

And sit on the balance, and prove it upright,

You’ll err from the truth, if my warning you slight:

Because that already man fixed the spear;

The blame you cast on me and that I did bear;

But here is the woman in justice you see,

Who fixed the balance to bring it on he,

< 42 >

And that is the Serpent, of whom she does plead,

That justice compels me for to bruise his head:

And you must sit on it, in justice appear,

The height nor the depth, you have nothing to fear.

If you do sit steadfast, and stand to the word,

I’ll surely uphold you, you’ll find it’s the Lord,

Who fixed the balance to be in the end;

And now I shall tell you the dream of my friend.[11]

The words as she spoke them were spoken by me;

Which need not an answer as they did agree,

For to tell you plainly that it was the Lamb,

That came to Joanna her heart for to frame,

For to fix the balance, in justice t’ appear:

The verses[12] were spoken, my voice it was there:

But as to the judgment she told you of May;

The truth of her words in that month you will see:

But you must come boldly to judge of the word,

When the ten years are ended, and know it’s the Lord,

Who worked upon her to make her appear,

Wherein the first mystery did sound in her ear.

So you must not tarry, I tell you, till May;

You know not the dangers before you do lay,

The road may be dangerous to come at that time;

The year is near ended,—I’ve told you my mind;

And you must come boldly your calling to see:

You judge all from Brothers in prison to be:

But I am the Brother that from all will burst;

And men I call brothers, and so all is plac’d,

And this I shall shew you from every dream,

’Tis I am the Brother that you must all crown:

And as to the bride, I named so here,

I tell you your bride unto me is as dear.

When all is explained you’ll find your mistake;

For all men are brothers, I died for your sake:

But I am the Prince your nation will crown,

My peaceable kingdom in triumph be found.

But Brothers I’ll free him, when men free thy chain,

Let the stars on thy head arise now to shine.


This explanation hath been given to me this day since four o’clock; now it is nine.  My next will be full of more mysteries; but here I must break off with saying you and your father are chosen of the Lord to come and judge my writings; and hope I shall have the happiness of seeing Mrs. Bruce with you.  Please to remember Mrs. Bruce’s letter was wrote before I saw Mr. Foley’s dream.—I am your’s, &c. &c.





To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Rev. Sir,      Exeter, Oct. 16, 1801.

THE following dream was shewed to me the 1st day of October: I dreamed I was carried in the air, more than the height of the hedges above the ground.  I thought I was carried for miles; and every field was ploughed and rolled, and marked in squares like a pavement of broad stones.  The squares were full of prints.  Every field was alike: there was not one green field to be seen: every hedge was pruned bare, and every tree the same.  At last I was brought to a landing-place, where there was a house.  There appeared two roads; one amazing high, the other a valley which went down amazing low.  I thought there was a tumult of people disputing about my writings.  I cannot remember all the particulars: but you will see in the end this dream alludes to France, by my father’s outliving the time.  It was explained in the following manner.

< 43 >

What thou canst mind thou now hast penn’d;

Another week will shew the end,

Where all these barren fields will be,

And from thy father thou wilt see:

If unto thee his death appear,

Then in this land they’ll see it clear.

I’ve put the mark upon the ground,

And all the hedges will be found,

With every tree, and hedge too, prun’d:

I’ll cut the lofty cedars down;

And all the hedges I’ll make bare;

And all men’s wisdom, they’ll see clear,

Was like the hedges, that did grow,

That men cut down you all shall know.

And now a husbandman I’ll be;

I’ll clear the hedge and prune the tree:

For every hedge I will cut down,

No bramble in it shall be found,

Nor yet one stick will I let grow,

But like a husbandman below,

I’ll cut the hedge and make it bare;

If death’s in man it must appear.

Then surely all I must cut down,

And like a husbandman be found,

Who often makes his hedges bare,

But leaves some sticks for to grow there:

But now you’ll find I will leave none;

But every twig in man I’ll prune,

And every tree I’ll prune them bare

And like a husbandman appear;

Who plants the different branch to grow,

When he hath prun’d the whole you know:

So a different branch I’ll plant in man,

And to my vine they all shall come.

For man I’ll now create anew,

And they shall find their God is true.

That as I did pronounce them dead,

So all the hedges they were laid:

Then surely all I must cut down;

That is, their wisdom to confound,

As they do judge they are not dead

To all that is before them laid:

But here they’ll find their grand mistake,

When once my Bible it does break,

Then like the hedges they’ll be found,

And all their wisdom be cut down

To see my Bible how’t does stand.

There’s not one single branch in man

That, by his wisdom, can appear

To say he ever saw it clear:

The woman must complete his bliss.

And so the serpent must be cast:

Then sure he’ll find his bliss complete;

And all will find their helpmate great.

And now to man let them appear,

With all their boasted wisdom here,

To say that this they all did know;

Then there’s a branch that still may grow,

But not amongst the sons of men,

Such branch as this was ever seen.

Then sure the branches they must fall,

And now in Christ I’ll plant you all,

When you confess your knowledge dead,

And say your wisdom all is fled.

These mysteries you did never see

Till they were brought to light by me:

And know the me that must appear,

I am, I am, I tell you here.

And now I tell you who I am,

To prove the fulness now is come;

That every thing is to the full,

The moon must ’bate—judge as you will.

And here’s a mystery deep for man

That in the woman all must stand:

And here philosophy must fall,—

Men’s boasted wisdom, one and all.

Divinity I say is lost,

This wisdom learning ne’er could boast,

Philosophers must drop their pen;

This never was discern’d by men.

Then sure the hedges must be bare,

And all men’s wisdom must drop here:

And now unto the ground I’ll come,

And make it bare as it was seen.

For I shall cultivate the ground,

As perfect as the dream was found:

I’ll make it bare, as ’twas at first,

When man was taken from the dust,

And nought but earth to thee appear’d,

And all thou sawest was marked square.

In every square I now shall mark,

And bring you all to Noah’s ark.

For all my lands I’ll now make square,

And let the Gopher wood appear,

And all the pitch that was within,

Shall pitch together every man.

And every beast shall be as tame

As those that unto Noah came.

And then I say I’ll square the ground,

And every mark shall then be found

Alike to join in every land,

And in one mark you all shall stand.

So here’s the mystery of the dream;

Another day I’ll shew more plain:

The hill is high, the valley low,

And so the tumult fast will go.

For some by faith will now climb high,

And up the hill they’ll surely fly;

That is, their faith will now abound,

And judge from heaven is every sound.

Then Zion hill they will obtain;

And here’s the mystery of the dream.

But as the valley it was low,

Then down the tumult fast will go;

And bitter words from some thou’lt hear;

And so the tumult will appear,

Until I do destroy the whole:

And like the dream I shall make all.

And full as bare I’ll make this land,

If that thy father’s life doth stand,

No longer than this week does end:—

Deep are the lines that thou hast penn’d.

If, like his threatenings, he does fall,

Then like the threatenings you’ll see all,

To England will the famine come;

Another week will shew your doom.

But if one day he does but miss,

The famine will from England pass,

And then disorders will appear,

Till I have made the hedges bare.

< 44 >

That is the mockers to destroy,

To have my friends for to enjoy

A happy nation full of peace,

And all in unity possess.


These words were written on the first of Oct. and now it is the 16th, and my father is now alive.  As he outran the time, I shall give the remainder of the dream as it was explained since.


Now I shall answer all thy dream:

To France the ruin it will come,

If to the Gospel they don’t instant turn:

For all their gods of gold I’ll now put down,

And all their popes and priests I will confound.

For if I gave them up without a king,

I say unto them I shall ruin bring,

If they keep up their idol worship there,

When for to pull it down I’ve made it bare:

That is, their kingly power I destroy’d,

Who would not let my Bible be enjoy’d

In its true splendour unto them t’ appear.

And now their stewards, I command them here

A full account of all to give to me:—

They cheat my people and have robbed me.

For who can pardon the offence of man,

When his own guilt does daily him condemn?

If man can pardon, I have died in vain,

And on the Cross you may behold my stain,

Which neither popes nor priests can wash away,

Then sure the curse must still for vengeance lay;

Unless you come for pardon in my blood,

I ask what man can wash away the flood?

So the false stewards do in them appear:

The unjust steward I to you shall clear.

For every man amongst them is unjust:

In dust and ashes they have put their trust;

And of my honour they have robbed me,

I ask what pardon they can ever see,

When they are breaking the commands I made

And keep up images which I forbade.

And yet a pardon they that way do boast;

Such unjust stewards now shall all be cast.

Shall I resign my honour unto man,

To pardon sin? then sure I died in vain.

For on the Cross I need not to appear,

If man could pardon guilt, enough there were

Who would give pardon for the sake of gold:

Such unjust stewards every age did hold—

First robb’d their master to increase their store,

And after that they went and robb’d for more.

To gain admittance, and to find a friend,

Their master’s goods they gave them in the end;

And so the cheat is full completed here.

And now to France these stewards I shall clear,

The unjust stewards do in France appear.

The Roman powers they do act unjust

They robb’d their God by giving pardon first;

And so my honour it is daily lost.

But now the debtors I shall shew you here,

They are in debt to me—the stewards there:

They robb’d my honour daily, I’ll maintain,

By giving pardon to the sons of men.

For now the mystery I will make it clear:

Suppose you go and rob your king now here,

And to your priest you do for pardon fly,

Will that appease his royal majesty?

Because you give the priest part of the gold,

That from his royal majesty you stole?

O simple fools! so vainly to believe

The king would pardon, as his gold you give.

No, all together he would prove a cheat:

Wise fools, I tell you, this is made complete.

And so complete you rob me now of all;

Mammon of unrighteousness you call:

Because the debtors do with you agree

To pay the debt to you they owe to me.

So all together you have robb’d my store;

The unjust steward is the Roman power.

For of my honour they have robb’d me first,

And with my debtors they have robb’d me last.

Because the sinners are in debt to me;

Yet to such stewards they the debt do pay,

And so keep back the other part that’s due,

To entertain the stewards well I know.

But now I’ll call them to a strict account

To shew their sums, and how they will amount.

So as the dream did unto thee appear,

I say the Roman bands I’ll now make bare,

For as thy father he the time did miss,

I say your nation may the famine pass.


Sir,—Since I finished my letter, the Rev. Mr. Pomeroy sent to me to come to his house, concerning the letters I put into his hand.  He asked me why I suffered things to go forward and backward, concerning my father’s death?  I told him the reasons assigned to me; and as all the rest had come true, he did not say much on that head, but asked why I did not put my prophecies plainer; for though I said

< 45 >

the year began in sorrow and would end in joy, I had not particularly said it would be in consequence of a peace: I asked him how it could end in joy without a peace? and told him to mark in the third book, as it dropped in the last century, so it would appear in this.  For in the last century they made America a free nation, and this century we gave up to the French the same, in our disputes.  I told him the ministers, and gentlemen were coming down to prove my writings.  Mr. Pomeroy said he should he happy to see them, and prove the writings with them.  I said if I could be persuaded they were not from the Lord I would not give them that trouble.  Mr. P. hastily answered me, you ought not to keep them back.  If they are of God, they may be to the saving of the nation, or thousands of souls.  And if not, they will clear up the mystery to you; as he was clearly convinced the writings would never come to any thing till they were proved: and said he hoped the ministers would come, as he should be happy to see them, and join with them.  And begged I would not hinder them; which was far from my thoughts to do: as I am convinced the same spirit inspired me to write as indited my writings beyond the reach of human learning.  So I trust and hope to see you all.  What I have said about putting my letters in print was by the command of the Lord.—I am, &c. &c.





To the Rev. Stanhope Bruce.

Rev. Sir,         Exeter, Oct. 17th, 1801.

I have received many dreams and visions from Mrs. Field which are deep and weighty; and much to the purpose of what is hastening on:—but not as you imagine of Mr. Brothers, they are spiritual.  I was ordered to read the first chapter of the Revelations, after I had the dreams and visions, and to pen the 5th and 6th verses; Christ is the Prince of the Kings of the Earth; and he maketh men kings and priests unto God.  Here your thoughts must go deep.  I shall give the explanation perfect as spoke to me by the Spirit.  The second coming of Christ—having the keys of hell and death.  Then know that I come as a Prince and a Saviour, conquering and to conquer,—till I have put all my enemies under my feet.  I am the Lord of Lords and King of Kings; and my honour I will not give unto another.  O ye fools and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have told you.  I am he that cometh—In the volume of the book, it is written of me, to be the Prince of Peace, the King of Kings, and the desire of every nation.  My government is on my shoulder, and my destiny on my Cross—“Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.”  I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last; and of my government there is no end.  Then whom will ye crown in my stead?  Will ye trust in a man that cannot deliver himself?  That hath no name given him above another name?  For ye are all my brothers: neither say ye, the bride, the Lamb’s wife, is before or after another; greater or less than another.  For I say unto you, ye are all my brothers, and all my brides, that are my friends and followers.  But thus it must be to fulfil the Scriptures—the shadow before the

< 46 >

substance.  But what I say unto one I say unto all: I am the bridegroom, my friends are the brides.  I am your brother in tribulation, in temptation, in persecution, sufferings, and death.  Then ye are all my brothers if ye love me as I love you.  And ye are all my brides if ye obey me as she hath done.


And now my will I tell to men,

For kings and priests too you shall be;

And I’m your Prince you all shall see,

Who in the end you all shall crown,

That way to Angels will be found,

When you do triumph in my name,

That I have put your foes to shame.

But could such wondrous visions come,

Can ye suppose, to crown a man?

Then all my honour must be lost,

And blot my name from off the Cross.

No king nor priest for to appear,

If I have plac’d my brother here,

For to be crowned in my room;

Then first he must receive my doom.

These visions I shall all explain,

And bring them to the sons of men.

For deep the vision did appear,

My brothers I shall crown them here,

With all the armour of a crown,

As kings and priests they shall be found,

If my commands ye will obey;

Take all the fragments as they lay—

That is, the letters I have sent;

For I indite all she has penn’d.

Then to the press they all must go;

These are the fragments all shall know,

That I do bid you not to waste;

And here’s the bread you all must taste;

To shew the prints to every man:

And I do bid thee send thy dreams

And let my shepherds weigh them deep,

And then I’ll save my frighted sheep;

And every mark I’ll put on them,

And in the field they all shall come;

And in the Spirit I’ll appear:

They first must see the writings clear;

And then I’ll tell them every dream,

And every mystery they’ll see plain:

What signs are fix’d, what marks are plac’d,

What brothers will together taste.

For sure as brothers all must come,

The Prince of Glory then to crown,

To be the King then of the Jews.

You’ll say you’ve heard of a different news

Than ever you did hear before;

My second coming you’ll see clear.

My Spirit is already come;

You’ll find me in the woman’s form,

With arguments that I shall plead,

As never entered in thy head,

Then every mystery they will see

Of every dream that’s sent to thee.

Then I’m the Prince, they all will find,

And they’re the brothers to prove kind,

To shew their love to come so far,

And like the wise men to appear;

And every line they’ll find goes deep;

And man’s creation then will break:

And men and women then will gaze,

Like Eve and Adam stand amaz’d.

What wonders do before us lie!

To see such simple worm as I,

In brighter wisdom for to shine,

Than all the learned men could find,

Since earth’s foundation e’er was plac’d:

For now I shall unveil my face,

And bring you back to Adam’s fall,

And bring you Eve, before you all:

Or else the woman so shall stand

Like Adam’s wonder, so to man.

With silent joy we do now gaze,

With silent joy we stand amaz’d!

With silent joy our hearts do melt!

Is this the joy that Adam felt,

To see the bone took from his side?

Then sure like her, he might reply’d,

The Serpent did bring on our guilt.

We know from God what joy he felt

To see his helpmate to appear.

Could he condemn his Maker there,

When he such pleasure first did taste?

For in your hearts his joy I’ll place:

And then the mystery all shall see,

The woman’s wonder soon shall be

To see the man awake from sleep;

We see our bone that makes us weep.

In Heaven the wonder did appear;

And here’s a wonder we see clear:—

She must be clothed with the sun,

And Christ be present in her form:

That is within her for to speak;

Or else such language ne’er could break,—

Will be the reasoning thoughts of man;

Some wonders great to us is come;

We see a woman to appear

To shine in wisdom bright and clear.

And yet of talents she has none,

We clearly see to call her own.

Thus will your reasoning thoughts begin,

A wonder unto us is seen—

We judg’d the woman more divine,

In earthly wisdom for to shine;

But here we see our wonder plac’d—

She does not shine above the rest.

Thus will your reasoning thoughts begin;

A wonder first to us is seen—

And yet there’s something charms our sight:

And waiting for the morning light

To see the mysteries all appear,

And then the wonders you’ll see clear.

For in the sockets you will burn,

Just as the candles they were seen,

That hang together on the line;[13]

< 47 >

You’ll see the mystery at the time;

For in a wonder all will gaze,

And in a wonder stand amaz’d

To see the box of seals brought in;

The hammer and the nails be seen;

For as a hammer is my word,

And then you’ll know it comes from God;

And see the nails that will appear,

And in a sure place fasten’d there.

For when you see the box is broke,

You’ll find the seals beyond your thought:

On every seal you then may gaze,

And then I say you’ll stand amaz’d

To see the seals how all do stand,

The helmet of salvation come.

You’ll find the anchor and the hope;

You’ll find what peace was sealed up.

And then I bid you to prove kind;

The child and charity you’ll find,

And many seals that will appear;

You’ll find the first and second star,

You’ll find the C, you’ll find the I!

The Spirit and the Bride is nigh

That you will see stand in amaze,

Around you in confusion gaze,

And say these things are all too high,

And wonders will before you lie.

The spacious room will soon appear:

The lighted candles she’ll see clear.

And then you’ll find her rise to shine,

To utter words that are divine,

Unto the simple sons of men,—

How Paradise you may regain:

And in what manner it was lost,

And how your Saviour paid the cost.

And then your helpmate will appear;

You’ll find your bliss completed here.

I come to do my Father’s will,

And now my friends you must stand still.

And know it was his will at first,

The woman should complete your bliss:

And now his will I shall complete,

And you shall find your helpmate great.

Because my bone cannot be broke;

Deep are the words that I have spoke.

They’ll find my spirit on thy pen,

To set on fire the hearts of men.

And this in print I bid you put,

It is my word, you’ll find it great:

And my disciples you shall be,

If my command you now obey,

And do whatever I command:—

I’ll write my name on both your hands.

So now I bid you not to fear;

Can you suppose a woman here,

Such wondrous mysteries could invent,

If I my Spirit had not sent?

Such wondrous mysteries to come round;

Her travail pains could ne’er come round,

Had I not foil’d her in the way,

To make her fear from whence ’t could be.

Now mark the number you must place—

I say, one thousand like the rest;

And the same number must appear,

I say in numbers as ’tis here.

And of the size I say the same,

And here’s a mystery deep for man.

And then some books to send to thee;

And with thy fifth book seal’d must be:

And all will find the book of life,

And the six thousand end the strife;

And every mystery will make clear,

When my command is all done here.


Owing to a mistake about a letter I sent last May, in a parcel to Mr. Cadbury, which was intended for Mr. Bryan; the former, instead of giving it to the right person, answered it himself, and said, my writings were from the Devil, and that I wanted physic; when it was answered to me in the following manner:—


Against himself then he is rose,
I ask them how he’ll stand?

Will they go back to Moses’ laws?
The Serpent cure your land?

Then to the Serpent let them look;
The Brazen Serpent’s here;

Thou knowest ’tis written in thy book,
The feather’d fowl is here,

Whose feathers hard, they were of brass,
And gold was sprinkled too,

The simple bird did pluck the rest,
I’ll bring all to thy view.


Whatever some men may think, I am clearly convinced the same spirit which inspired men to write the Bible, hath inspired me.  How far I want physic, I cannot say.  But whatever spirit directs me, he hath more wisdom, and more knowledge, than all the men upon Earth: was every man a Solomon for wisdom, they could not bring round such a mystery, and make all appear in a straight line at last, as my writings are.  So it is a spirit wondrous in wisdom, wondrous in working, wondrous in counsel, wondrous in truth, and wondrous you will find the end.  This letter the Lord hath commanded me to send to you, for you to put in print.  Call all your friends together, and put in print their letters: such as you

< 48 >

think proper, as far as will fill three sheets of paper, of the same sized books as mine are: and print one thousand and send me some, that I may seal one up with my fifth book.  So with regard to this two thousand, I am ordered to have one printed by you with the letters I have sent to you and other friends.  This, and my book is to be sealed together.  This is a deep mystery for man.  Mrs. Bruce’s letter which I sent her must both be printed either by you or me, so you may see it is the Lord’s command and my desire.—I am, &c.





THE persons to whom the preceding Letters are addressed, fully believing the Communications to be from GOD to Joanna Southcott, feel themselves bound strictly to adhere to the command given in the last letter; which is, that the book should contain neither more nor less than forty-eight pages; and consequently the Title, they were this day favoured with, from Joanna Southcott, to whom it was given in answer to her enquiry in prayer, must be inserted here, instead of a title page at the beginning.—viz.



sent to Reverend Divines and other Spiritual good Men; that are now ordered to be put in print, by Divine Command, for the good of the Public, and to try the Wisdom of Mankind, to what Spirit they will allude this strange Revelation.”


    LONDON, Nov. 18, 1801.




P. S.  A letter has been received from Mr. George Turner, of Leeds, enclosing a copy of one to him from Joanna Southcott: but as it came too late to be printed with the others, without exceeding the prescribed number of pages, the publishers are sorry that no other notice can be taken of it, than that he is chosen by the Lord to be one of her judges; and that in answer to his enquiry of God in prayer, he received the following instructions, viz.—“Thou wilt have to go for one, and when there, I will order thee what thou shalt do.”  For the same reason they are obliged for the present to withhold from the public three or four other letters of equal importance.


[1]  See 1st Part, 17th  page.

[2]  See the 2nd Part, p. 60.

[3]  See Part 1, page 5.

[4]  See Part 1, page 6.

[5]  See Third Part, page 142.

[6]  See Second Part, page 60.

[7]  See 3rd Part, p. 128.

[8]  See 3rd Part, p. 144.

[9]  See First Part, page 31, and Third Part, page 133.

[10] See First Part, page 17.

[11] This alludes to an extraordinary dream of Mrs. Field’s.

[12] Ibid.

[13] First Part, page 17th.